Adopted by My Kidnappers (Fifth Harmony)

Tantrum

I lay down, and quietly cry my self to sleep. 

I wake up later in the afternoon, still curled up on the floor. I look around to see if the girls are still here, and, to my relief, they aren't. 

I sit up and tuck my head into my legs. 

At least they left me alone for a bit. I honestly feel bad for talking to them like that. But, they just won't leave me alone. I just want space and privacy. Why is that so bad to ask for? God, I feel like I made them hate me. It wasn't my intention. I know I said that I hate them, but I didn't mean it. It was just in the heat of the moment. They know that right? God, I don't want them to hate me too. no one likes me anymore. not my family, friends. Not even them now. 

As all the of these unwanted thoughts invade my mind, I suddenly can't control my emotions anymore. I can't help but break out into an ugly cry. It becomes harder and harder to breathe with every tear that falls. Every once in a while I would get a hiccup. I can't even remember the last time I cried this hard. 

After a while, Camila and Ally com in. Ally asks, with concern lingering in her voice, "Oh my gosh, honey, why are you crying this badly? Are you okay baby?" 

She bends down in front of me and softly places her hand on my shoulder. 

"Y-Yeah."

"Oh honey, what happened?" 

"N-no-nothing." 

"Stop crying. Come here." She sits down next to me. She puts her arm around my shoulder, pulling me in and hugging me with both her arms. 

I cry into Amber arms for a while. Once I've calmed down a bit, I look up to see Camila standing there, concern and confusing written all over her face. 

She comes closer to us, bends down, and asks, "Are you okay Monkey?" 

She softly places her warm hand on my cheek using the pad of her thumb to wipe away my tears. 

"Y-Ye-Yes." I reply, quietly. 

Camila raises her eyebrow a little, looking at me with worried eyes, "You don't look okay at all. If you really want to go to you rbunk, you can go now." 

I try to give her a small smile before standing up, "Th-Thank you."

I walk out the door and jump into my bunk. Yanking the curtains closed, I stuff my head into my pillow and cry myself to sleep. 

After a few hours, Ally comes to get me because we had to go to a few interviews. She didn't ask me any questions, thankfully. 

The next day, no one asks me any questions. i don't take to the girls as much either. 

Two days later, we're in New York. We're staying here for two days, so the tour manager booked a hotel for us. 

Ally, Camila and I are heading to our room right now. 

I don't know why, but I have a feeling they became roommates on purpose this time. 

As soon as we get in Camila says, "Go sit on the bed or the couch and wait for us." 

"Why?" I ask. 

"Because I said so. Now, go." 

I walk over to the bed and make myself comfortable, under the sheets. 

Camila and Ally walk over with a soft smile on each of their faces. 

"Hey honey." Ally says softly, as she gets under the sheets, laying down on my right. 

"How you feeling Monkey?" Camila asks, doing the same thing as Ally but on my left. 

I shrug, "I'm good." 

Camila runs her hand through my hair as she continues to speak, "So, we wanted to talk to you about what happened on the bus." 

I look down and instanly feel like crying. I say, with a breaking voice, "I-it w=was nothing. I-I'm fine." 

"Baby, you sound like you're going to break down in any second. Come on, talk to us." Ally says, putting her arm around my shoulder. 

"I-I'm f-fine." 

"Hey, look at me." Camila says, softly holding my head up, "I swear to you, everything that goes on in here and everything that you say to us will never leave this room. The only way anyone else will find out about it is through you." 

"Look, it's really nothing. We've had this conver-" Tears suddenly fall down my cheeks, and I start to cry. 

Camila says, "Come on Monkey. You can't hide this from us. There's obviously something wrong. Just tell us. We won't tell anyone, I promise." She puts her pinky out. 

I interlock my pinky with her. 

"You know what we say about pinky promises, right?" Camila says, softly. 

I nod, "But, Camila, Ally, i swear I'm fine." I try to give her a small smile, but my body didn't want to cooperate. Instead, I cry even more. 

"Sky, we're not going to let you leave until you tell us." Camila says. 

"Trust us Sky. When you tell someone who cares about you, you'll feel better." Ally adds. 

I don't respond, instead, I look at my lap. After a few moments, I say, "You won't leave?"

"Nope," replies Ally. 

"And I have to tell you?"

"Yup." Camila replies. 

"Fine... It's just..." 

A/N: Sorry for not updating in a while. Schools starting up again, so I've been pretty busy preparing. If you liked this chapter, please leave a vote!