megatrash

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb groaned after hearing the door slam shut and took a moment to decide his next move, ultimately getting up and opening the door to the guest room. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, obviously frustrated, and he leaned against the doorframe and looked down to her.

“I’m trying really hard not to be an asshole here, Lola,” he sighed as he crossed his arms. “I didn’t mean for all this to happen. I didn’t plan on killing him.” He rubbed the bridge of his nose before glancing at her again. His eyes scanned her face, looking at the freckles scattered across it. “I, um, I’m gonna try to get some sleep,” he mumbled as he scratched his head before leaving the room’s threshold. “It’s a long drop from the patio, and the front door’s locked from the inside, so don’t get any ideas. Good night, Lola.”

He pulled his shirt up and over his head as he headed to his room before plopping down on the bed, each wooden floorboard squeaking under his steps. Caleb never bothered decorating the apartment, so most things that it held were only for functionality. The room was white, but the curtains, comforter, sheets and furniture were all black, making a simple yet drastic contrast. Anytime Caleb did have a girlfriend, they would always try to spruce up the place, hanging pictures or putting decorative pillows on his bed, but each time he eventually dumped them, he threw it all away. He saw it as an unnecessary waste of time and money.

Once in bed, he grabbed a pill from the orange bottle sitting on his nightstand and chewed it until it went down his throat, then pulled the comforter up under his arm and shut his eyes.

Maybe threatening her would be enough. If she ever confessed to what he saw, the crew would come after her and silence her. Could that be enough? Her eyes were alluring enough that he was unable to imagine saying no to her, let alone pull the trigger if she decided to snitch. He would have to come up with some sort of plan before he brought her to his boss. Like Smith always said: “never bring me a problem without a solution.”

He was satisfied, though, with the little bit of information she had now: She had only heard him be called Blue, she didn’t have her phone or wallet, and as far as Caleb knew, she didn’t know the name of the man he killed.

After a few deep breaths, he was able to drift off into a light sleep.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb was snapped out of his thoughts when Lola asked a question, and he turned to her to see the new outfit she was wearing. The short white tee shirt and the jeans she wore did her much more justice than the costume she dawned before, and after catching himself eyeing her up and down, he nodded. “Yeah, go ahead.”

If he wanted to keep her feeling as comfortable as he could so that she would be cooperative, he should probably start by not ogling her.

He turned his attention back to the television and sighed. He couldn’t keep this from his boss forever; he’d probably have to tell him within the next few days what really happened – that is, if he’s not told first by someone else. Although they had always agreed never to kill women, witnessing a murder is something that Smith probably wouldn’t take lightly. He was probably doing Lola a favor by keeping it under wraps right now, not that he owed her one. He did yell at her to go inside before things had gotten out of hand.

“Look,” he spoke up as he cleared his throat. “Just chill for a little bit. I’m gonna figure this out for the both of us. You’re better off here than in the hands of my boss or crew.” He glanced back over to her in the kitchen. “Just please don’t do anything stupid. If you run, or call the cops, we’re both dead.”

He took a swig of his beer and reclined into the couch, trying to focus on the TV rather than the thoughts swarming in his head. Ones of Jimmy’s funeral. Ones of the mess he got himself into. Ones of how he wished his hostage was less attractive – it’d probably be easier to take care of this if she was. He hasn’t gone this easy on someone since he was a teenager, and it wasn’t doing much for his ego. He knew eventually push would come to shove with her; she seemed to have a mouth on her. That, and an opinion on everything.

“Can you pour me a glass, too?” he asked with his eyes glued to the screen.

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

I did it! :p

Promises left on the sand(megatrash/freedom)

It seemed like Justin's duty as door guard lasted for much more than two hours, especially when she was left with the rest of the survivors of Omega in the safe house. It's not that they weren't nice - they were almost too - but Cameron had always had a black sheep complex, and currently, she was really struggling with it. Although she knew Justin wouldn't have told them anything nitty gritty about her background, she felt this paranoia that they looked down on her, that she wasn't the right fit for a wholesome group like themselves. And the leaders, they were all so courageous and wise; she definitely felt unworthy of the voice she had been given in the decision making process.

She sat in a room that was once a functioning, one person bathroom, that now was just a dark closet with a toilet and a sink. The conversational small talk only lasted so long to the point where she just felt awkward with the rest of the group, so she found her haven within a haven, or at least, until Justin came back.

He seemed to be the only person that she didn't feel so strange around. She knew that was probably because of all the time that they head spent together over the course of this journey, but also because he was truly not judgmental, a characteristic she hadn't known existed. Especially after living in Chesapeake her whole life. It was refreshing, to the say the least, but it also provided her with the only ounce of safety she had felt over the past few weeks.

Cameron was shaken out of her thoughts to hear voices rumbling in the main room, and she forced herself out of the bathroom to see what the commotion was. Amongst the gaggle of people, she spotted Justin who seemingly was looking for her, and she waved a hand above the sea of heads to get his attention.

One approaching him, her eyes scanned his facing, noting the sweat beading on his forehead and the overall appearance of exhaustion. "Rough shift, huh?"

"Alright, everyone," Jes' stern voice broke through the quiet roar of people talking amongst themselves, "we need a meeting."

The group all huddled in a sort of circle, some taking chairs and others, like Cameron, taking a spot on the floor. Her back rested against Justin's legs behind her as she sat criss-crossed facing Jes on the other side of the circle.

"None of us are going to make it up north if we knee getting attacked like this, but if we stay here for too long, we'll be sitting ducks." Jes' face, although putting out a strong expression, had a tinge of defeat mixed in. "Who has suggestions?"

A man spoke up. "We need back up."

A few others "Yeah!" -ed in response.

"Okay, but how do we get back up? Call them?" This caused a chuckle from the group.

"We'll go," Cameron called out as she stood up from the floor. "Justin and I. We've already gotten there and back, so we know how to navigate it. Plus, I'm the outsider, and, well, Justin had a talent for staying in one piece."

Another chuckle from the crowd.

"We'll travel up there and get assistance and supplies. Then, we'll come get everyone else." She looked back to Justin with an apologetic expression, but turned to Jes with a stern one.

Jes' eyes flitted from her to Justin. "What do you think about her proposition?"

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb didn’t flinch at the words she spat at him. “I’m used to having women angry at me, love,” he said with a grin as the van pulled up to clubhouse.

Happy turned around and looked at Caleb sternly. “You know you can’t bring her into the clubhouse, right? He’ll freak the fuck out.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Caleb waved a hand at the two in the front seat. “I’ll figured it out.” He swiveled his position to face her once again. “Come on,” he ordered as he uncuffed her wrist and grabbed her arm to pull her out of the van, and after scanning the street, he brought her to his pick-up truck and opened the door. “Get in.”

Once he got in the passenger seat, he rubbed his face for a moment, trying to figure out what he was going to do with this girl. He couldn’t let her know he didn’t have any other steps to his plan, so he spoke confidently. “We’re going to my apartment.”

The drive was quiet, Caleb not being one for small talk, and the radio played in the background to fill the silence shared between them. He was exhausted after such a long day, both mentally and physically, and he tried to forget about the funeral happening in two days. The past week had blurred together into one long day, one that he was ready to end.

They pulled up to a tall, stark apartment complex, and he led her up a few flights of steps until he reached the two bedroom unit. It was dimly lit and a small space, but it was clean. He threw his keys on the island and went into the fridge to grab a beer. It was already one in the morning, but his mind was too wired to attempt to sleep yet.

“Guest bedrooms on the right down the hall. So is the bathroom. I guess make yourself at home.”

He plopped down on his leather couch and turned on the flat screen across from it, resting his feet up on the coffee table and placing a hand behind his head. He may have bitten off more than he could chew with this one.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb could only roll his eyes at her comment. “We got a talker,” he said unenthusiastically to Happy, who turned his head around to face the two.

“You remember we did to the last talker, Blue?” He joked with a devilish grin on his face.

“Wait, the one whose mouth we sowed shut, or the one we super glued?” Caleb played along, attempting not to laugh.

“No, the one whose tongue I cut out. That was crazy,” Happy cracked a smile, and both of the men began laughing hysterically before catching their breath.

“You’re so stupid, Hap,” Caleb shook his head.

TJ got back into the van and threw back a pair of jeans and a white t-shirt. “Vanessa is gonna freak the hell out when she notices,” he mumbled in frustration to the group as he ignited the van and pulled out back onto the street.

Caleb turned back to Lola and rubbed his hands together. “So, Lola, what’s an innocent Southern girl like you doing in a city like this? Let alone Paddy’s?” He eyed the hoodie she wore and nodded his head. “Ah, college. Let me guess, mom and dad paid for you to take a four year party break before you had to get a job, huh?”

Happy chuckled in the front seat at the comment.

“Look, as soon as I can confirm you’re not gonna say shit, then you can go back to frat parties and whatever bullshit you guys do. But for right now, you’re gonna do what I say and make it easy on the both of us. Okay?” Caleb glared at her intently as he awaited her response. He tried not to think of what his boss would do if he found out about all of this. Where was he going to keep her? How was he going to straighten this out without any suspicion? His head was spinning.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

Caleb took the cards from her hand and squinted his eyes to read the driver’s license. “Lola Thomson, age twenty,” he read aloud for Happy and TJ. “Lola,” he repeated to himself. “A little young for the bar, huh?” he laughed as he squinted. “Hey, TJ, your girl’s her size, right? Could you get her something other than this fuckin’ skirt to wear?”

“Yeah, we can stop by on the way back to the clubhouse,” TJ announced as he cut the wheel to go right, causing Caleb to nearly fall to the side.

“Jesus, TJ,” he muttered as he caught his balance. He took a drag from his cigarette, and the other hand glided over his face as he sighed out the smoke. “Alright,” he started as he looked to the girl in front of him. “You’re lucky I don’t kill women. This situation was already messy enough without a witness.” He scratched his head in thought before continuing. “I just have to make sure you’re not gonna get me in trouble. This guy here?” he pointed to the body lying on the van’s floor. “He was a real piece of shit. The world’s better off without him.”

“Blue, we’re almost there,” TJ called out.
“Got it,” Caleb replied as he squinted his eyes to see out the windshield before looking back at Lola. “Nothing personal.”

On his knees, he moved towards a duffle bag that sat behind the driver’s seat and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, and after securing one side on her wrist, he looped the other one onto a circular metal hook that had been welded onto the inner wall of the van.

“We’re here,” TJ called out again.

Caleb nodded and pulled up the hoody that stuck out from the back of his jacket before turning towards the body. “Come on, boys. We gotta do this fast.” The doors in the back of the van swung open, and as Caleb slid his hands underneath Conner’s shoulders, the other two began to pull at the man’s legs. “Easy, easy,” Caleb mumbled.

The location they chose was dense with trees and greenery, and due to lack of light, it was nearly pitch black. Caleb and Happy worked to dig a hole in the ground as TJ prepared the body to be buried, and after about half an hour, they had successfully disposed of the body.

Caleb climbed back into the van and sat across from Lola as he attempted to catch his breath. It was always at this point of covering up a kill when he contemplated whether or not he should’ve done what he did. He probably should have just let the man live, but then again, Jimmy wouldn’t have wanted it that way. Plus, Connor didn’t have family, or anyone to really report him missing besides the bartenders at Paddy’s. The only way this could come back to them was their witness. Lola.

How was he gonna keep her quiet without killing her? It’s not like he could hold her hostage permanently. No, he’d have to come up with something smart. He couldn’t use the groups money to pay her off, since the kill was off the books.

The van took off once again, and the next stop was at TJ’s house to get something for Lola to wear. “Just a warning, his girlfriend dresses like shit,” he admitted.

“You’re such an asshole, Blue,” TJ yelled back as he hopped out of the van, causing Caleb to erupt in laughter.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

The headlights from the van began to shine brightly down the alleyway as Caleb watched the girl run inside, and he hastily waved at TJ to turn the lights off. “Happy, get him in the van. I gotta take care of our other problem.”

Happy nodded and got to work with TJ to load the lifeless body into the back of the van as Caleb headed back into the bar, quickly stepping into the bathroom to clean off the blood that had splattered on his face before joining the rest of the patrons in the bar. His eyes narrowed as they scanned from wall to wall until he spotted her heading for the front door. "Where is she?" He was about to accept the fact that he'd soon have an APB out for him when he finally spotted the attractive girl heading towards the entrance of the bar.

“Excuse me, excuse me,” he repeated as he quickly began walking after her. Once on the street outside, he looked in both directions and spotted her walking down the street, and he began to jog after her until he was at her side. His tattooed fingers gripped her arm firmly, but he spoke quietly as he walked with her. “Don’t try to scream or run away. I need you to come with me.”

He looked in all directions until pulling her down the side street, and when they had finally reached the van, he pushed her into the back and climbed in next to her as the van took off.

Knowing that the man who caused Jimmy’s death was a small victory, the new problem that he was faced with was ruining the mood he could have been in. Their mob had always agreed to never kill women unless they were a member of a rival gang, but she had seen far too much to let her walk off. He truly didn’t arrive at the bar with the intention of homicide, but now it was too late to go back; he had to finish what he started.

After working a sheet around the body with the help of Happy, he turned on his knees to face the girl in front of him. “Why didn’t you go back inside, huh?” He sighed as he signaled for her to put his arms up, before he checked her hoodie pocket and found her phone, tossing it up to Happy who had settled down in the passenger seat.

“You can either get your wallet for me, or I’m gonna dig for it. Your choice," he instructed as he lit a cigarette.

"You know I hate when you smoke in the van, Blue," said TJ from the driver's seat.

This only got a chuckle from Caleb. "Well?" he looked back to the girl.

[18+] [Ophelia x megatrash]

“TJ, go get the van,” Caleb said between breaths as he wiped the sweat forming on his forehead.

“Blue, you know you can’t kill him,” TJ replied with wide eyes as they both looked down to the bleeding man moaning on the ground.

“TJ, get the van,” he spoke again, this time in a stern voice.

TJ took off in a jog to grab the van parked a few blocks away, leaving Happy and Caleb alone with Connor.

Caleb crouched down next to the man and eyed him up and down. “Was it worth it, Connor? How was the fix that you got from all this, huh? Was it worth a man getting a bullet put between his eyes?” He stood up and abruptly kicked the man in his side with his boot. “Answer me, asshole!”

“Please,” Connor whimpered after another kick to the ribs. “Please don’t kill me. I swear, I swear it won’t happen again.” He gripped his side in pain and curled up into a fetal position.

Caleb rolled his eyes before stepping on the man’s hand, using the heel of his boot to grind them into the asphalt. Connor screamed in pain until he picked up his foot. “You are responsible for the death of my best friend. You don’t deserve mercy.”

Happy stepped in and put a hand on Caleb’s shoulder. “Blue, are you sure you – “

“I’ve got this, man,” Caleb interrupted him before he kicked the man in the stomach. As he lifted his foot to kick him again, he heard a woman’s voice singing down the alley, and he snapped his head back to see the woman he had winked at earlier. “Go inside!” his voice echoed as he yelled to her.

Happy decided to try again to give him advice. “You know, man, if you kill him, the boss is gonna – “

Caleb turned to face Happy in with anger in his eyes. “I don’t give a fuck what the boss thinks. He didn’t care about Jimmy like I did, man.” To punctuate his sentence, he kicked the man on the ground, this time in the head, and a loud cracked confirmed what he had just done, along with the warm red blood that began to pool at his feet. “Where the hell is the van?” He looked back behind him to see the girl still standing there. “Shit,” he whispered at the realization of what she had just seen.

In Bloom [HangYourSecrets x megatrash] [18+]

Word by word, Rob was crushing her as he spoke, but when she lifted her head up from her knees, her facial expression remained neutral. Knowing him, she couldn’t make him feel bad for telling the truth, or else he’d never tell her anything again.

“Okay,” her raspy voice squeaked.

Casual? What the hell did casual mean now? At home, of course, Jane was all too familiar with casual. If there was someone she was interested in further than just sex, she still would only see them maybe once a week, not bother to text/call, and avoid any talk about feelings or the future. But, now, with Rob, how was she supposed to do that? There was no room to give each other space. Between the van, the hotel, the shows, and recording time, when was there time to be apart?

“I’m, uh…”

Jane felt paralyzed. She had begun the day having no idea what she wanted, but at least now, she knew what she didn’t want: to feel like this. Or to be there.

“I’m gonna go,” she said quietly, avoiding eye contact with Rob. “I’ll be back later.”

She stood up and gathered her things from the bedroom, including her sunglasses to hide any tears that might have been forming, and headed for the front door of the apartment. Her hand hovered over the lever for a moment, deciding if she wanted to end a conversation of this magnitude this way, but Jane was hurt. And when Jane got hurt, she got angry.

She swung open the door and headed to the elevator as she pulled out her phone.

Jane: What do you have?
Andy: Unless you’re looking for meth, I probably have it.
Jane: What’s the address?

Jane took an Uber to the location Vicarious’ tour bus was parked, which was a large parking lot of a plaza seemingly abandoned for a couple of years. She could hear muffled music from inside, and Jane braced herself before pounding on the door.
The door opened to reveal Zoe, looking unamused at their guest.
“I’m, uh, I’m here for Andy,” Jane replied to her glare. She didn’t want to look at her; she could be part of the reason why Rob had said what he did. What if he had become more interested in Zoe than herself? She did seem low-maintenance, and she definitely didn’t have nude photos leaked or a promiscuous reputation.

Zoe turned around and walked back to where she was sitting, leaving the door open for Jane to enter.

“Thanks,” she whispered sarcastically as she headed towards the back of the bus to find Andy and Trent smoking a joint.

“Hey, guys,” Jane nodded as she sat on the couch across from them.

“Hey, Jane,” Andy smiled as he finished his share and handed the joint to Trent. His facial expression changed to a concerned one as he looked at Jane. “Uh, Trent, can you give us a second?”

One they were alone, Andy leaned forward on the bed to observe her more closely. “What happened?”

“Rob basically asked if we could be friends with benefits,” Jane scoffed as she admitted it, removing the sunglasses from her face. “I poured my heart out, apologizing for how I act and who I am, I told him how much I cared about him and loved him, and that’s what I got.”

Andy got up off the bed and sat next to her, taking her into his arms. “I’m sorry, Jane. But, maybe this is for the better. You said yourself things had been really weird.”

“I don’t think he had bad intentions, but… I don’t know. I always try to tell him, even though its completely against my nature, how he’s this and that, how much I care about him. I’ve been trying so hard to show him in the ways I know he’ll understand. But, he just runs off. Usually here, I think. He doesn’t tell me how he feels about me. He just leaves me guessing all the time.”

“But, Jane,” Andy began as he rubbed her shoulder, “You shouldn’t have to try that hard and change yourself just to keep him satisfied. That’s not fair.”

“I know,” Jane replied, her voice muffled by Andy’s shoulder. “I’m just too potent.”

Andy chuckled. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, I’m better in smaller doses to multiple people rather in one large dose for one person. Does that make sense?” Jane laughed at herself as she wiped a tear from her eye.

“Yes, yes it does,” Andy smiled as he looked down to her. “But some people like large doses.”

Jane looked up to him and couldn’t help but smirk. “Speaking of, can you show me your inventory?”

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A few hours later, after smoking some weed and lounging around the bus for a while, Jane and Andy were at a shitty bar down the street from where the bus was parked armed with a baggie of blow and full pack of cigarettes. It was only four in the afternoon, but the bar seemed to already begin filling up, which prompted Jane to ask: “What day is it?”

Andy chuckled at the question. “Saturday.”

Jane grinned goofily. “I don’t even know what month it is anymore.”

Time seemed to pass rather quickly, and both Andy and Jane had a good buzz on when the time reached 6:00 PM, and the bar grew darker as the music grew louder. Most of the patrons seemed to be of college age, and most of the music being played was something to dance to.

“Okay, you’re turn,” Andy laughed, taking a sip of his beer but keeping his eyes locked on Jane.

“Hmm,” Jane put a finger to her mouth as she thought. “Oh! My mom caught me making out with my friend in my room when I was seventeen. She fucking flipped out. She immediately assumed I was a full-blown lesbian and began screaming ‘Damnit, Jane! I want grandkids!’ over and over again. I was mortified.” Jane began to erupt in laughter as she recalled the memory. “The poor girl wouldn’t talk to me for a month. My mom saw her at the one school function she attended and apologized. It was a mess.”

Andy joined her in laughter. “I bet your mom had fun raising you, huh?”

Although talking about her mother was usually a painful thing, Jane was in a state where she didn’t feel bothered by it. “Oh, man. Yeah, I was pretty awful. I didn’t mean it, though. I was just having fun.”

Their eyes locked in silence for a moment, and Andy reached up to her face to remove a stray strand of hair that had fallen in front of it.

At first, Jane shuttered at his touch, causing him to yank his hand back. “Sorry,” he apologized, although he didn’t sound very remorseful.

“Don’t be.”

Dangerous by Big Data began to boom from the speakers lining the large bar’s walls, and patrons began to flood the open area of the floor to dance, causing Jane to smile. “You wanna dance?”

Andy grinned back at her. “Sure.”

Jane grabbed his hand, pulled him up from the bar stool, and dragged him out onto the crowded floor filled with drunk young adults like themselves. At first, things were friendly between the two, and they laughed as they danced, but eventually as different songs came on and the floor got more crowded, they got closer and closer.

For a while, she had completely forgotten about Rob and the conversation she left behind in the hotel room. Maybe she would be okay after all.

But, as they were dancing, Andy’s lips had lightly grazed her neck, and his warm breath caused a chill down her spine. But the euphoric feeling she had felt was almost immediately replaced by guilt when her mind started flashing to visions of Rob. She realized she hadn’t even checked her phone since she arrived at the tour bus.

“I should probably get going,” she yelled over the loud, thumping music.

Andy nodded, and after paying their tab, they both exited the bar and waited in the dark night for their Ubers. Jane’s was the first one to arrive.

“Oh shit. What do I owe you for the baggie?” she asked as she began to dig around for cash in her purse.

“It’s on the house,” Andy replied quietly.

“No, Andy, let me pay you.”

“Seriously,” he said, putting a hand on her arm to keep her from digging in her purse. “I don’t mind.”

“Thank you,” she smiled as she wrapped her arms around her neck to hug him. “And thanks for today. I feel a lot better.” Jane kissed his cheek and waved him farewell.

Although she did feel better, she also felt confused. Jane didn’t know what Rob wanted from her. Was it truly all physical now? Did she break some unspoken code that he wanted her to uphold? She really enjoyed Andy’s company. A lot. And she was sure if it wasn’t for what her and Rob had, things would’ve gone further with him then they did. That’s what Jane was so confused about. He was the one who asked to be exclusive. He was the one who got upset when she kissed Lena. Yet, he had been leaving her every day to hang out with someone else, and now wanted things to be ‘casual’?

It all felt like a slap in the face.

Jane finally arrived at the hotel and stumbled her way up to the room. She attempted to be quiet in case Rob was sleeping, but after staring at the closed bedroom door, she decided not to open it. She thought it’d be better not to know if he was there or not. Instead, she made her way to the second room in the apartment and locked the door quietly before throwing herself onto the bed and throwing her clothes and purse in the corner.

She still wanted to cry, and the comedown she was experiencing was probably making her emotions run at an all-time high, but the alcohol in her system eventually led her into a coma-like sleep.