It had been a rainy, gloomy day in Oakland, California, but you absolutely loved it. You had gotten tired of the sunny brightness of days, so this was a day you would cherish.

You were watching out the window, watching the rain drip down as your boyfriend, Kaleb, basically yells at you to "stop being a fucking freak and make him something to eat." You sigh but obey his demand, scurrying to the kitchen; you didn't want him angry, and you did not want to be stuck in this relationship.

But Kaleb had isolated you; you had no friends who lived close by, nor did you have anywhere to go, so you had to stay with him, whether you wanted to or not. As you were making him something to eat, you hear a rhythmic pounding on the door, the door shaking by its force. You, of course, are startled by it, accidentally knocking over the condiments you brought out.

You almost thought it was the cops for a second before Kaleb yelled, "Go open the damn door!" You quickly scurry over, opening it just a crack to see a rugged, but handsome, man at the door.

"Hello, sweet thing. This is Kaleb Mendoza's place, right?" He asks, his voice and eyes gentle as he looks towards you. His greying locks slicked back, light blue flannel under a conflicting black leather jacket, but he somehow makes it good.

You nod quickly, "Let me go get him-" You mumble, turning around to already see Kaleb behind you, his eyes showing his fear as he mutters under his breath, "Ah, fuck.."

Your brows furrow at Kaleb's expression as the man opens the door more behind you. "Sweetheart, why don't you go into the living room while he and I have a nice.. chat."

You hesitantly nod, confused, but you didn't want to get in the way of anything or anyone, so you made your way towards the living room. You have never been one to eavesdrop, but you couldn't help but listen in at their hushed voices, the conversation growing more and more serious as it prolonged.

"What do you want?" You hear your boyfriend ask, his whispered voice trembling with a weak attempt at being rough and tough.

"Where's the money, Mendoza?" The gruff man murmurs out, his voice hard and stern with a twinge of anger. You hear Kaleb almost stuttering out, telling him that he doesn't have it yet, before you hear a loud slam against the wall.

"Where is my money?" The man grits out as you quickly get up to see what has happened. "I don't got it, Clint, I don't!-" Kaleb whimpers out like a wounded dog, terrified as you quickly come into the hallway.

".. What's going on?" You hesitantly mumble out, crossing your arms defiantly but in an effort to comfort yourself. Your (pussy-ass) boyfriend and the man quickly look over at you, Kaleb basically shooing you away as the man named Clint gives you a small but comforting(?) smile.

"Nothin's going on, just.. your boyfriend here owes me some big money, and he hasn't paid me yet." Clint explains, slowly backing away from your boyfriend, before his brows raised and the man got a certain glint in his eyes as a clever idea popped into his head.

"Why don't I make this clear to you, Caleb, hm?" Clint grits out before turning back to you, his gaze softening. "'m sorry doll, but 'm afraid I gotta take you home with me."

... What?

You pause, just dumbfounded. "Wh- I'm sorry, what?-"

But before you can continue, Clint interrupts with his quiet, deep voice, his face turning serious. "Just pack a bag, sweet thing. Don't make me force you."