~Ana's POV~
[EDITED. Slight trigger warning, probably.]
I jolt awake, sweat seeping through the black shirt I'm wearing. Where am I? Gasping I pull against whatever is on my hands, panicking when I can't get out of them. What is this? I yank my my wrists again blood forming on the surface. The blood rolls down my arms staining the shirt. I scream out resulting in the teen basically laying in front to jolt awake. Ignoring her stare I continue to fight against the handcuffs. Yes- handcuffs, that's what this is. The door opens and I flinch at the sight of Louis.
"What are you doing?" He yells rushing over to me. I hiss kicking away from him and push against the bed. He frowns pulling away from me when Chantell lays a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't. Give me the key." She crosses her arms.
"I'm not giving you the damn key. Get away from her!" He snaps back and shoves her away from me. She runs out of the room, making me whine about being alone with him. My wrists are still bleeding straining against the metal.
Zayn runs into the room with Chantell behinds her and forcefully shoves Louis away from me.
"What the fuck Zayn!" He bellows knocking into the bookshelf.
"She's having a panic attack, she doesn't need you to scare her anymore than you already have! Get out, man!" He points towards the door where Harry is standing. Louis breathes out heavily and throws his middle finger up to Zayn before storming out of the room.
"Ana- calm down," Chantell whispers, Zayn grabbing my wrists to stop me from moving. I narrow my eyes at him. "Can you go get one of the boys to get the key from Louis?" He mumbles to Chantell. She nods walking from the room. When she returns he takes the key from her and gently un-cuffs my wrists. He absentmindedly drops the key. When my hands are free I drop my hand and secretly grab the key from the floor, slipping it into the pocket of my jeans. Zayn is too busy asking Chantell to fetch him things to notice. Or he doesn't want to notice.
"Do you mind if I bandage your wrist?" I shake my head holding out my wrist. He holds my hands in his own, turning them over to get a look at the circle around my wrist. Chantell pops back into the room handing him a small first aid pack. He accepts it and rips it open, grabbing the alcohol pad to rid my wrists of the blood. Once he's done bandaging my wrist he pulls me into a hug which I accept.
"Let's get you changed and then you can lay down, alright?" He hums, sitting me on the bed to walk into the closet. He emerges with a Harvard University sweater. I accept it from him and he smiles before exiting the room- allowing Chantell to follow him. I change out of the black shirt and into the maroon sweatshirt.
~Chantell's POV~
I follow Zayn out of the room, storming angrily into the lounge room where Louis sits. Zayn pats me on the back before exiting to go into the kitchen.
"You!" I screech pointing at Louis. He stands up from the couch with crossed arms.
"What about me?" He scoffs. I narrow my eyes and reach my knee up, kneeing him in the lower area. He doubles over and I take the chance to punch him in the cheek. Harry springs from his spot to pull me away. Louis groans standing up. I kick my legs out towards him.
"This is all your fault!" I scream, my rage allowing me to force my way out of Harry's grip to attack Louis again. He stumbles back when I jump on him. "You've ruined her life!"
"What about yours?" Niall pipes up from the couch, watching me like he sees this happens everyday.
"Oh my life was well ruined before you came into it." I seethe. Louis pushes me off him and I tumble to the ground. I hiss when I land on my arm but that doesn't stop me from knocking his leg out from underneath him. Spend enough years where I did and you really learn to bring someone down in a fight. I fight against Harry's hands while kicking Louis' figure in any way possible.
"Stop kicking me you little heathen!" I roll my eyes and kick him one more hard time before letting Harry drag me away. He sits up with a pain expression glaring my way.
"You can't treat me like this." He hisses, a small smirk growing on his face.
"Louis-"
"No. I think we need to remind her of the rules." He stands up wiping his shirt off, walking out of the room. Harry drops me and I sit on my floor trying to catch my breath.
Shaking my head when Louis doesn't return in the next 5 minutes I stand up. Liam grabs my arm and yanks me towards him.
"Oi! What the hell? Let me go!" I hiss. He ignores me and grabs my other arm, pinning them behind my back. I struggle against his hold Louis reentering the room. Staring at the handcuffs in his hand I realize Anadre is upstairs.
"What's rule number one?" I turn my head up ignoring him.
"Don't try to escape." He states and hands the handcuffs to Liam who secures them around my wrists. He drops me onto the floor, moving to stand beside Louis.
"Rule number two?" Louis crosses his arms.
"Suck my DICK." I sneer tucking my feet into a criss-cross seating arrangement.
"No trashing the house." Harry pipes in. Louis nods and reaches down to grab my hair.
"Dude," Harry huffs watching him. "Are you sure you should be doing that to her? Ana isn't here and she's literally a teenage girl."
"You had no problem slapping her the other day." Louis fires back looking up at Harry. My breath catches in my throat. So Harry was the one who hit me. I frown tears welling up in my eyes. Harry looks away from me slipping out of the room quickly.
"Whatever. Rule number three?" Louis continues catching my attention. I sniffle sitting motionless on the floor. "Come on. We don't have all day."
"No running in or outside of the house." I mumble tiredly. He smiles down at me.
"Good girl. Four?"
"No disobeying. I don't even understand this one. I'm not a damn dog-" He yanks my hair. Niall is the next one to slip from the room after that action.
"Five." He commands Liam towering over me.
"No talking back or telling anyone." I hiss from the pain. He lets go of my hair. Liam hands him his car keys and they turn leaving the room. Slamming the door behind them, I hear the front door open and the screeching of tires before I'm convinced they've all left.
It isn't long before Ana stumbles into the room. I smile up at her as she produces the key from her hands, unlocking the handcuffs.
"I'm pretty sure they're gone." She helps me stand and smooths my tangled hair down. I nod leading her out of the room. I'm startled when Zayn exits the kitchen holding two white mugs.
"Tea?" He offers, holding them out towards us. Ana narrows her eyes but accepts them. "The front door is wide open- also, I was never here. I left after them to buy cigarettes. Oh- and pay attention to small details okay? Especially you, Chantell. Be careful." He lazily says walking back into the kitchen after giving me a meaningful look. I look up at Ana and she laughs handing me tea. Taking a sip she leads me back upstairs.
"We need to get you changed into something warmer." Already finishing the tea she sits in on the dresser and disappears into the closet. I wait patiently curled up on the bed with my own tea.
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Once I'm bundled up in a sweater AND jacket, Ana slides the mugs over to Zayn across the kitchen Island. She winks at him and he waves as we simply leave the house. I sigh still doubting my trust with Zayn. What if he is setting us up? Ana holds my hand tightly and jogs down the frost covered streets with me. We reach a stone house and she walks around the house to throw a rock at the window. I gasp when the same girl from a few days ago quickly opens the window, yelling down to us with a smile.
"Ana! Chantell!" She greets with a nod. "Come on, I'll unlock the front door." She shuts the window and we walk around the front of the house. Ana leads me up the stairs. I admire her room when we step into it, smiling at the Glee posters. Meghan pulled her aside to have a deep conversation- I just plop down on her bed and turn my attention to the TV, forgetting Zayn's words from earlier.
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EVENTFUL! I know this is a Huge Filler Chapter more than it is Long. Hope you Enjoyed!!
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