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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With crossed arms, Liam shook his head in disapproval at the pair sleeping together on the mattress at his feet. Y/N's bound figure was wrapped up in Ethan's arms as he clung to her completely, even throwing a leg over hers, as if to keep her locked in close. Even while sleeping, the girl looked stressed and exhausted, while his partner in crime slept soundly, as if he were in paradise.
'Couldn't keep your hands to yourself, could you? I told you to wait, idiot.' Of course, he was annoyed. He had disobeyed a very simple, yet important, order. There's no telling what went on last night in his absence. Ethan could've easily messed up the plan they've made due to his stupid desire to cuddle something at night.
'Oh, well, the damage has already been done.' Sighing roughly, Liam relaxed his arms and set his hands on his hips as he focused on how his friend held her.
'Could've at least made room for me to join in when I got here. You're taking up the whole damn bed. You better not have done anything stupid last night either, Ethan, or so help me...' Unable to stand by and watch any longer, the red-haired boy squatted down to shake their prisoner awake, being gentle.
"Morning, sleepyheads. Time for breakfast," he calls, his irritation morphing into something sweeter and more carefree.
"Fuck off, Liam. I'm still sleepy," Ethan grumbled, his voice rough and low from sleep as he buried his face into Y/N's hair. Liam was alerted when his captive squeaked in response to being squeezed tightly by the boy, leading him to speak more strictly with eyes narrowed in warning.
"I said get up." He didn't want him hurting Y/N on accident. Having experienced Ethan's hugs a couple times in the past, he knew they were a bit aggressive and strong, sometimes even suffocating. Prying his eyes open, Ethan glared up at his friend as Liam stood up, giving him a serious stare. Not wanting to get him upset, he begrudgingly let go of their captive.
"Sheesh, what's your problem?" Groaning, the boy rubs the sleep out of his eyes as he stands up and stretches with a few pops sounding from his back.
"Can I talk to you, Ethan?" At that, the dark haired boy raised a brow at him as his shoulder was grabbed and pushed towards the direction of the basement steps.
"Hey, quit shoving! I'm going. I'm going." Liam pulled his hand away and let him walk up the step's first while looking back at Y/N, who turned her head in their direction. Her E/C eyes were glazed with sleep and despair, but regardless, he smiled at her, unfazed.
"We'll be back down in a minute. Hope you're hungry." His grin widened a touch as she glared sharply at him before following Ethan up and shutting the basement door. Once they were out of the room, the girl sat up with a groan of discomfort and rolled her neck to get the kinks out before noticing something on the floor quite a ways from her. Last night... Ethan had thrown something, something metal, something small. She didn't think much of it then— It was so late, and she had so much more to worry about, but now that she saw what it was, her heart rate raised with hope.
An old skeleton key, a familiar one she remembered being on Ethan's key ring. Not only did it officially confirm her suspicions about being in his house, but that was her way out! He must've used it to open the door last night! Score! She just had to get it before either one of them noticed it was there. But, how? She was all tied up. She wouldn't let that stop her, though. Ethan had slipped up, and she had to take advantage of it now.
Meanwhile, outside the basement door Ethan gave the redhead an annoyed glare, not understanding what the big idea was, dragging him away from her. "What the hell was that, man? Why'd you pull me away? We were having a nice sleep, and you're out here acting like I just made a fuck-up. Aren't we supposed to be gaining her favor back?"
"You expect me to believe she let you cuddle her willingly? Ethan, come on. Don't act like she wanted you to be there. We're supposed to give her a little space." Ethan felt a sharp pang in his chest as he hardened his gaze, huffing and looking away from him.
"I heard no complaints." Liam nearly rolled his eyes at his stupidity but kept his tone calm.
"She's scared of us. We killed practically everyone at school to get her, and you choked her the last time she spent the night. She's going to stay silent."
"She did like it. That's why she let me..." He mutters, trailing off, convinced and tempted to touch his lips, considering whether or not to tell Liam about their kiss, how she had leaned into it, how she had told him she liked how his touch felt.
"Careful, Ethan. We've got to keep our heads, okay?" Grabbing his friend by the shoulders, Liam heaves a sigh. Ethan had a tendency to get stuck in his own mind at times. In situations like this, he had to make sure he didn't do something to fuck everything up. Even if he is his friend, he would not tolerate a liability. Still, he'd give him the benefit of the doubt. He had his uses. "Look, if we don't do everything right, she'll hate us even more. Right now, she's in a panic and will look for any escape she can, so regardless of whatever happened last night, I want you to stay strong, all right? Don't let her get into your head."
"Okay, okay, I get it. I won't get carried away." Pushing the boys hands off of him, Ethan looked to the side with a little frown on his lips. He hated whenever Liam undermined him, but he never took it to heart, believing that it came from a place of concern, that he didn't want him to end up hurt. Liam had always looked out for him, but sometimes he came off as too much of a worry-wort, like he was expecting him to always be the reason things got messed up. Again, these were details brushed off by him, thinking that he must be reading him incorrectly. Liam just had his best interests in mind.
"Right. Let's go make her something for breakfast. I brought some stuff from home." While the two boys busied themselves in the kitchen, Y/N set her plan into action, rolling off the mattress towards the key, trying to move quickly before either Liam or Ethan decide to come back. The hard, basement floor made things uncomfortable, but it was easy to ignore as she stopped right by it. Kicking her feet and wriggling herself into the right angle, she felt around behind her frantically with her bound hands, the panic adding weight to her chest.
It lightened at the success of feeling the tool in her hand, and she swore she might cry as she held it in a death grip. Upon hearing footsteps approaching the door, however, her heart nearly leapt out of her throat as she hurriedly rolled back towards the bed, wincing a bit when she pressed into her arm a bit too hard. By the time the door opened up, she had already shoved the key under the mattress and sat up. Doing her best to hide her nerves, the girl looks towards the stairs waiting for the boys to greet her with breakfast.
'Alright. Now, I just need to wait for the right moment to act.'
