[CLOSED] you're giving me such a rush.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

He looked at her, obviously confused. None of what she was saying was making any sense to him. "I.. O-okay.." He mumbled, slowly getting to his feet. He had kissed him? 'I wouldn't kiss anyone besides her..' He thought, helping her up from the ground. "Where are we going?" He asked, fishing into his pockets for his keys.

"Hey Britt!" He looked up to see Mat waving, and waved back. "Can you schedule me an appointment? Just tell Dylan whenever it is and I'll show up."

"Okay." Britt said, still not fond of talking to Dylan. He got into his car, leaning over to open the door for Zoey. "Where did you say we were going?"

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey climbed in. "Home.." She whispered. "Home." Her jaw trembled and she looked out the window, drawing her knees onto the seat and hugged them close, tears falling down her cheeks. She rested her head against the window, had wanted to go out with him tonight.

'Pretty girl thinking she deserves older boys, thinking she can challenge what I say, hm?'

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt nodded, pulling out of the parking lot. He reached over, gently running his fingers through her hair. "It's okay, Zoey.. Please don't cry.." He focused back on the road, but continued to run his fingers gently through her hair.

'Do you believe in love at first sight?' He drew his eyebrows together, not sure where the thought had come from.

"What's going on, Zoey? I don't get it.. I don't- I wouldn't ever kiss anyone besides you.." He mumbled, looking over at her. "Really? Traffic at this hour?" He groaned, coming to a stop.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

"He /made/ you, Britton," She choked. "Like- like a fucking puppet.. You're the only one I ever told about Jason and him raping me..." Her jaw trembled, tears still falling. "I thought he was dead, that's why everyone thought I was such a mess... They-...they didn't know he literally drugged me and nearly f-..fucked me to death, Britt... You think I sold myself on the streets willingly?" She gazed over at him, clearly scared. "I'm fucking terrified of that shit..." She whispered. "A-and he's back and it's cos I stopped and this stupid punishment stuff is just-" She swallowed, wiping angrily at her face. Why was there traffic? What kind of sick joke was this?

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"I know you didn't do it willingly, Zoey.. I know you're not like that.." He said, putting the truck in park. He was tired of holding his foot on the brake, and it was obvious they would be there for awhile. He leaned over, pulling her face gently to his. He kissed her slowly, tracing his fingers gently over her jaw. He pulled away slowly, looking over at her lovingly. "Everything's going to be okay, Zoey. He's only one minion. He can't possibly do that much damage by the time we get to your house. Unless this traffic takes any longer. In which case, I might shrivel up and die." He groaned, throwing his head back dramatically. "Come ooooooon."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey met the kiss, but couldn't stop her tears. She would have smiled at his comment in a regular situation, just reached for his hand, holding it tightly. "Tony's there alone.." She mumbled, torn. He had threatened to make her watch, so was going a bad idea..? Or was he being hurt without her helping. She rubbed at her face brokenly.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

"Okay, so why don't you call Tony on your phone and I'll call Marc and tell him to go visit. And then you can explain when we get there because I'm still not sure what you mean by I'm a puppet." He squeezed her hand, fishing in his pocket for his phone. I was dead, so he plugged it into the charger in the cigarette lighter. He waited for it to boot up, sitting it in the seat between them. He leaned over, kissing her again. "Just calm down, okay? Bad things happen when you get into a tizzy about things, baby."

He squeezed her hand again, picking up his phone to scroll through his contacts.

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey bit her lip, hadn't even thought about it. She held his hand tightly, drawing in a breath to try and calm her nerves. It was allbokay, right..?

'Wrong.' More laughter.

She ignored him in her head, dialing Tony's cell phone number and waiting for it to pick up. "Hey, Tony?" She rasped.

[britton "britt" markus roberts]

Britt put the car back in drive, moving the little ways the car had moved before he put it back into park. He clicked to call Marc, leaning over to prop his arm on the door.

"Hey, Marc. I reeeeally need you to do me a favor. ... We'll talk about it later, okay? I need you to go hang with Tony until we get to Zoey's house. ... No, Zoey's freaking out about Tony. Just go sit with him. ... Yeah, okay. See you in a little while." He hung up his phone, sitting it back down on the seat. The traffic finally eased up, there ending up being a horrible wreck they were trying to clear out. He drove carefully to Zoey's, holding her hand tightly. But when they got there, Marc's car wasn't in the driveway, and he didn't appear to be inside. "Fuck.." He was about to get out of the car when his phone rang. He answered it, leaning over the seat.

"Why aren't you-" He started to get out, but there was nothing but Marc's screaming on the other end of the phone. Britt went pale, dropping his phone to the seat. "Go get Tony."

[zoey ashlyn martyn]

Zoey fell quiet, hanging on to his hand as he drove. When the phone rang and there were screams, she winced, unbuckling shakily and scrambling for the house. She hauled Tony off the couch, ignoring his pained yelp and dragging him towards the car, shoving him in the back before climbing back in.

"What's going on?!" He huffed, shifting his weight with a wince.