Fairly Local | Josh Dun x Reader

51

Tyler

65 miles. 70 miles. 75 miles. 80 miles per hour. It's a miracle that we haven't crashed yet, but hey, maybe that might just be his plan.

I glance at Mark while both of my hands are holding on to the seat for dear life, my seat belt is so tight on me that I can barely breathe. I want to call for help. I want to jump out. But I just can't do that with the speed being so high. Mark's expression is blank, but I see beads of sweat trailing down his forehead at an alarming rate as we speed past cars and come inches away from crashing.

How couldn't I see that he was Silence beforehand? Everything matches with what Josh and Y/N have told me when I really think about it. Mark's had hold of Josh's phone before. He has keys to our houses and we often forget he does. He was always on tour and helping set up and manage and could easily make a ticket invalid.

It all makes sense when you fit it together. He's had the capability to sneak around in our houses and he obviously knows our phone passwords, especially Josh's since he sometimes controlled his snapchat on tour.

How could we have been so blind to neglect him as a suspect.

But why would he do it? That's the main question I'm wondering.

Suddenly, I hear the faint tone of my ringtone emitting from the closed compartment to the side of me. Wow, the man takes my phone but forgets to even put it on vibrate?

"Get it. You say a word about what is happening right now, you're dead," Mark spits out aggressively, not even looking in my direction. I'm in utter shock as my shaking hands fumble around for the device. I answer the call just before the tune stops, not even looking at the caller ID.

"Put it on speaker," Mark orders. I hesitantly obey what he asks for in fear of my life.

"Hey, Tyler," I hear Josh's voice say. "I'm almost ready, but I'm a bit worried. Y/N hasn't answered any of my calls today."

I gulp as I look at Mark to see how he wants me to respond. He doesn't even glance my direction, so I'm left on my own. "S-sorry... I don't know what's up... it's not like I have her number."

"Okay. You don't sound too good? Are you sure that you still want to go tonight? Is Mark with you?"

I pause. Mark said if I said anything that I'd be dead, but what if this puts more than just my own life in danger? What if this puts Josh's in danger as well, or maybe even everyone at the show tonight!

I have to be brave.

"Actually, I don't feel well but Josh, you need to stay h-"

The phone is snatched from my hand by Mark. "We're almost here. Tyler feels a bit ill but he really wants to go. See you." And he hangs up. He slams on the breaks, making me jolt forward. Now is my chance to escape, but Mark grabs me by the collar and punches me in the face angrily. I feel blood begin to drip from my nose. I watch as his other hand flings my phone out of the window as he grabs his own device and puts it in his pocket.

"Do you want death, Joseph?!" I feel his warm breath against my skin. I shiver as I feel more and more bruises being formed on my body as each different hit strikes me.

Then he takes one more hit at the side of my head, making my face press against the glass of the car door.

My world suddenly goes pitch black.