Y/N is an intelligent girl who only desires to get through school with good grades. Two delinquents, however, have different plans in store for the poor girl. She just doesn't realize how far they're willing to go to cause trouble over her.
{Yander...
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It's so dark. I suppose I should've been asleep by now. I feel tired, but I can't possibly sleep. I've been crying since they left me here for the night and haven't been able to stop. How could I after what they did to me, how they treated me like I was a piece of meat? I could only take so much at one time. All of this was too much to bear, the school blowing up, being locked in here, doomed to be tortured and passed between two insane and twisted boys, who I thought were friends, and on top of it all, I'll never see my parents again.
It filled me with so much sadness and anger, but at the moment, I could do nothing about it but cry. It was even more painful feeling the sting from the marks they left on my thigh and shoulder, the signature of their betrayal. How could they... Was I really nothing? Am I not human? Do I not have feelings? How could they not find anything wrong with this? I withheld a gasp at the sound of the door opening, my body stiffening as my eyes stared forward at the blood-red wall as light shined onto it. In the middle of the light, there was a shadow— A figure that disappeared as soon as the door shut and plunged us back into darkness. My heartbeat quickened at the sound of feet coming down the creaky, basement stairs as I curled up in fear.
"What do you want?" I hiss out, regardless of being afraid. There was silence as a hand traveled over my arm, setting my nerves on-end as I shuddered.
"Is it unbearable, Y/N? Is that why you're still awake?" Spoke the voice of Ethan in a soft whisper. My hands clenched behind my back anxiously as I mentally cursed. Liam was no better, but Ethan really scares the shit out of me, and for good reason. He's hurt me more than once.
"Where's Liam?" I croak, voice wavering somewhat.
"He had to go home. It's only us here now."
"A- Are we in your house?"
"I can't answer that, Y/N." I flinch into the mattress as he crawled over me, trapping me. "Liam told me I can't tell you much. He also told me not to bother you until he came back tomorrow, but I just couldn't stop thinking, you know?" I gulp, shutting my eyes in fear.
"A- About what?"
"About how you felt." I swear, it felt like an electric shock shot up my back as a pair of hands slid up the sides of my thighs. I began trembling as words choked up in my throat. His thumb pressed into the mark he made on me, and my leg jerked in response. "How warm you were."
"D- D- Don't. I... Please, I'm tired. Just..." I whimper as he sat on my legs and stare up at his silhouette through the darkness with tears in my eyes. I flinch as his hands hold my face and a pair of lips came down upon mine. He was much gentler than he was in that closet at the party, but that didn't make me want it any more.
"P- Please, don't, Ethan. I- I freaked out at the party, that's all," I claim desperately as we parted, wetting his hands with my tears. I figured he was not satisfied with the punishment given to me earlier. He seemed disappointed when Liam told him it was time to stop. "Please, don't be upset with me about that anymore." I begged, wanting him to quit touching me.
"So, you're saying you didn't mean to leave us there like that? Are you lying to me, Y/N?" His tone dripped with angry suspicion, making me gulp and chew on the inside of my lip. There had to be a way to save my skin here. There just had to be. Earlier was scary enough.
"Listen, I just... You have to understand. I'm not used to stuff like that. I've never done anything intimate with anybody, so for you to just jump on me like that, it scared me. Everything was happening so suddenly. Please. I already told you guys I was sorry. I did your punishment, now please. Ethan, this is... It's too much. Please." My voice cracked as the tears doubled on my cheeks, strained sobs wavering in my throat. "I'm scared. I'm so scared. Stop this."
The silence killed me. I couldn't see his face. I couldn't tell what he was thinking. I felt like I was waiting on an executioner to send down the ax, my head on a chopping block. There had to be some humanity in them. I had to mean something. They can't just do this to me. I was their friend. I whimpered as his fingers moved over my cheeks, wiping away the streams that dampened them.
"Tell me, did I make you feel good today?" At that, I paused. Of course, the reasonable answer here is to say no, but something about his tone rubbed me the wrong way, and Liam was not here to rein him in if he went too far. I have to choose my words carefully with him. I force out my answer through a hum, for I felt that if I spoke the actual words, I might vomit. A breath of laugh fled his lips, making me flinch as his hands caressed my face more.
"Good." My lips trembled as his breath ghosted over them, hovering so close to my face, I could feel his warmth. "Then, I'll give you a warning this time. I'm going to kiss you now." My jaw tensed up as he leaned in to touch my lips, being quite passionate, which worried me. Had I answered wrong? Did he think that if he gave me a heads-up that I'd feel better about it? This bastard.
I want to crush his skull in. If only my hands were free, I'd shove my thumbs into his eyes and make him scream. Why should I spare them mercy if they planned not to show it to me? Unfortunately, my hands were still tied, and his hands kept my face in one place. I forced myself not to move too much. Upsetting him would not go well for me, I know that. I jumped at the sound of something small and metal hitting the far wall after he had taken one hand off of my face before the arm laid above my head. He froze for just a moment when my jolt made me apply pressure to his lips, as though I were returning it, and he parted, panting breathlessly after a few more moments. When he spoke again, his voice came out softer and kinder, as if his grudge against me had melted away.
"I'll sleep in here with you tonight. That way you're not lonely, okay?" I had no words as he laid down beside me, wrapping his arms around my figure and pulling me close. I tensed up and held my breath as he settled in, only easing up a little when he stopped moving.
"You know, I don't really sleep well on my own. I have too many thoughts that keep me up at night. They pound at my skull over and over. I used to be able to sleep in my parents' bed when they bothered me, but since they died, I... I didn't have anyone. Sometimes, I'd ask Liam to spend the night with me, but I know he isn't very comfortable with it. Now, I won't have to worry about embarrassing him with you here." My breath hitches as I squeeze my eyes closed when his face cuddles against my neck.
"I think I like sleeping with you more anyway. You have this nice smell that I can't get away from, and it's easier for me to just hold onto you than to ask him if I can. It's embarrassing." When he said that, it got me wondering something. Did he... Did he like Liam? Does he feel those same feelings he has for me with him, or are they really that close as friends. After all, they came up with this plot to share me. Was it really so far-fetched to wonder? I didn't dare ask, though. Sighing contently, Ethan relaxes his hold on me.
"Goodnight, Y/N. It's good to have you back with us. No trying to escape, okay, or else I might not play nice with you anymore, and I don't think you want me mad at you. We belong together as a team, our little family." I felt choked, though nothing held my throat, my hands shaking as my eyes teared up. I miss my family. I want to go home. I don't want to be some toy for these bastards to play house with.
