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On Main Stage
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Y/n Pov
As I stood there waiting for Motionless, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around to see Patrick, holding a drumstick in his hand. His suit was half disheveled, and his hair was messy, yet somehow, he looked surprisingly attractive. I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight. Despite my crush on Spencer, there was something undeniably appealing about Patrick at that moment.
"Hey, you wanna hang out by the bus? We're gonna drink, play some games, and then watch your friends," Patrick said to me, his disheveled appearance somehow adding to his charm. A part of me wanted to say yes, to hang out with him, but another part felt guilty about leaving. However, the opportunity to spend time with Ink was too tempting to resist. I bit my bottom lip, contemplating for a moment before replying, "Sure, lead the way, drummer boy."
He laughed at my response. "That's a good one! Maybe I'll just call you 'groupie'."
I scoffed at the suggestion. "Yeah, no. Next!" I shouted playfully as we walked off the stage, making our way towards Ink's bus. As we walked, I couldn't shake the feeling that we were being watched. Sure enough, some people at the barricade started shouting for Patrick. He just waved and quickened our pace, eager to escape the chaos.
We walked in silence, the tension palpable but unspoken, hanging heavy in the air. Patrick held the door open for me, and I walked in first, taking in the scene before me. Joe and Miles were huddled together, laughing as they took shots, their laughter filling the room. Spencer sat quietly on the couch, sipping his drink, his expression unreadable. Ricky was off in a corner, his attention focused on his phone, a furrow of frustration creasing his brow.
As Patrick made his way over and sat next to Ricky, I hesitated, unsure of where to go or what to do. I glanced around, feeling like the new kid in school trying to find a place to fit in. Despite the progress I'd made in getting to know them, I still felt like an outsider, uncertain of my place among them.
"You wanna join us, y/n?" Spencer's voice cut through the tension, and I nodded instinctively, unable to resist his invitation.
As I approached the group, Joe and Miles greeted me with a shot in hand. "Here, join the party!" Joe's words were slightly slurred, indicating that he was already well on his way to being drunk.
I accepted the shot, the familiar burn of alcohol warming me from the inside out as it slid down my throat. Despite the awkwardness of the situation, the camaraderie of the group was comforting, and I found myself relaxing in the moment.
"I knew I liked her!" Joe's words were slurred as he draped an arm around me, his drunken enthusiasm evident. I couldn't help but chuckle at his antics. "I like you too, Joe," I replied, returning his smile.
"Wanna take another one?" he asked eagerly, but before I could respond, I felt a tight grip on my arm, pulling me gently into someone's chest. Looking up, I saw Spencer, my favorite drink in his hand.
"Wow, I can't believe you have this, thanks," I said, accepting the drink graciously.
"No problem. I remember you ordered it at the bar once. Figured it was your favorite," Spencer said with a smile before releasing his grip on my arm. My cheeks flushed at his thoughtfulness, and I couldn't help but smile back
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In The Bus
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Spencer's POV
As I handed her the drink, the voice in my head was deafening.
"Take her into your room and plunge that knife into her,"
it hissed.
"Or get her into your bed."
"Did we add enough to her drink?"
The voice persisted.
I shook my head, feeling a surge of exhilaration. I knew what I had done, and I wasn't ashamed of it. If anything, it made my twisted game of cat and mouse feel even more exhilarating. I hadn't caught her yet, but she was slowly being ensnared in my web. Andy was making this all too easy for me, but Chris had to be removed from the picture. As much as I'd relish the idea of killing him and dumping his body off some desolate exit, 1 knew I couldn't. So, I just needed to keep finding ways to keep Y/N all to myself, my little devil.
I couldn't help but smirk as she drank the concoction'd given her. I hoped that soon she would lose consciousness, or at the very least, feel too intoxicated to resist. I was prepared to take any opportunity that presented itself.
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In The Bus
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Y/n's POV
Gosh, I didn't think I had drunk that much, but I was losing my balance to the point where even Ricky pointed it out to me. "You sure are a lightweight," he said. I shook my head. "No, I'm not. I'm just used to smoking weed, not drinking like this." Ricky smirked at me. "Lucky for you, I have some-" Ricky was cut off by Spencer. "She's fine, Ricky. Just let her drink," Spencer said, looking very concerned for me. It made my heart flutter and my stomach fill with butterflies knowing that he cared this much about me.
"I was just offering to be nice. Well, I'm going to go smoke then. Patrick Miles, wanna join?" Miles stood up, grabbing his jacket as Patrick did the same, and they all left the bus, leaving me with Spencer and Joe, who was also very close to passing out as he kept saying random things. I couldn't help but laugh. That's when I felt my body getting weak, and my vision was getting blurry, as I also started feeling hot.
"Shi-shit, I'm not feeling well, Joe," I told him, but he was too out of it to respond. Unfortunately, Spencer was in the bathroom, and I didn't hear anything back from Joe. I started to panic because I didn't like this feeling. I rushed to the bathroom, knocking on the door.
"Sorry, I'm in here," I heard Spencer say. I couldn't say anything. My mind was going blank, and I couldn't think straight. That's when the door opened, and for the first time, I felt scared of him. He looked scary to me, but maybe it was just my eyes playing tricks on me.
"Are you okay, y/n?" He asked. I nodded but then shook my head. "No, I'm not. I'm just not sure what's going on here," I said, my words slurring slightly.
He laughed. "You are drunk. You only smoke, so your body is probably out of whack. Let's get you into my room."
He slowly walked me into his room, which was full to the brim with horror posters. Surprisingly, it looked super clean. Spencer sat me down on the bed. "Well, if you need anything, I'll be out here."
Before he left, I grabbed his hand, but I think I pulled it too hard because he stumbled and ended up on top of me. I felt my heart beating out of my chest, and my eyes were wide open, but I felt Spencer gently put his hand on my cheek. His head moved down, and our lips almost met when we heard the door to the bus open. Spencer jumped off me and left me alone in his room. I was still lying down, not wanting to get up, plus I didn't feel too drunk in this position, thankfully.
Just as my eyes were dozing off, I heard someone hastily put a cup on the table. I grabbed it and downed its contents. I didn't know what it was, but holy fuck, I started feeling worse than before. My body felt heavy, and I couldn't move myself off the bed.
I heard the door open again, and a chuckle followed. "You okay?" It was Spencer. I laughed sadly. "I don't know what's happening, but I feel even worse than before."
The bed dipped as he got next to me, putting his hand on my forehead. "Damn, you are burning up. Let's just get you to sleep." He untucked his blankets, and I got inside, but as I did, I felt him behind me, squeezing my hip with his hand. I let out a little sound. His touch felt amazing on my body, and his hand trailed up to my waist. That's when I turned towards him, and at the same time, our lips met.
The kiss was getting slightly heated.
Spencer's hands went to my ass as his mouth kissed down my neck and he sucked a bit. I could tell I was going to have not just one hickey but a couple on my neck, and I wasn't even mad about it. He kissed down to my neckline and then stopped.
"We shouldn't do anything until you're sober, so you can at least consent to it," he said.
I didn't say anything. Hell, I couldn't hear him again, as I just felt my body was super hot, and I was going in and out of focus. I think at one point Spencer was saying something to me, and my body just finally gave up. But I couldn't move. I felt a knife blade sliding up and down gently on my body. I wanted to see who it was, to say something, but every time l moved, it was like they would stop, and it'd be the crazy feeling of a knife blade on my body but thankfully it stopped.
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In His Room
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Spencer's POV
The darkness inside me surged, eager to break free. As we kissed, and her skin felt so soft beneath my touch, I couldn't help but feel the urge to damage it, to mark it with either her blood or mine, or perhaps someone else's.
I reached for the knife I kept in my bedside drawer, my fingers trembling with anticipation.
Gently, I began to run the blade up and down her body, tracing lines wherever I could touch it. The desire to see her in pain consumed me, yet at the same time, l yearned to cuddle her, to hold her close, to kiss away her fears, and to shield her from the darkness that resided within me. But the truth was, that darkness was winning, and I feared I might do something irreversible to her.
Yet, even in my fear, I couldn't deny the thrill of the possibility. And if I did hurt her, well, I knew I could fix her. After all, who else was going to take care of her if not me?
As she shifted in her unconscious state, I toyed with her, I knew she was completely out, which meant I could do anything I pleased. But where's the fun in that? I wanted to hear her scream, to shout, to beg and plead for her life and so much more.
Feeling myself getting a bit out of hand, I reluctantly put the knife away. Instead, I gently brushed her hair out of her face and smiled down at her, whispering in her ear, "Soon, little devil, you'll be all mine." Leaving her to sleep on my bed, I made my way back to the bus to find the guys all taking shots. Patrick looked at me, concern etched on his face.
"Where's Y/N?" he asked, his worry palpable.
I had to fight to keep myself from rolling my eyes. He couldn't care about her; she was mine, and if he came between us, he was in for a rude awakening.
"She's asleep. She just had too much to drink while you guys were out for a smoke break," I replied, my tone dismissive.
Patrick nodded, saying, "I was just making sure she was safe-"
I didn't care to listen to the rest of what he had to say. I knew I might say something I'd regret. It was hard enough keeping these voices at bay; we didn't need a falling out before our huge tour.
I felt my phone vibrating in my pocket and pulled it out to read the text message.
Andy: Chris is pissed at Y/N. I think this plan is working out quite nicely for us ;)
Spencer: Good. Now just make sure they don't ever fuck again.
Andy: I can't make promises.
Spencer: Do it, or else you'll find yourself at the bottom of a hill.
Andy: 👍
I rolled my eyes and shoved my phone back into my pocket. Knowing that Chris was mad at Y/N brought a twisted sense of satisfaction. I was slowly but surely prying her away from him, and I was willing to do anything for Y/N, even if it meant manipulating her friendships and love life. After all, she's mine, and I'll do whatever it takes to keep her by my side, no matter the cost.
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Might need to be edited but please do enjoy this update!
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