[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
"Life is like a coin. You can spend it any way you wish, but you only spend it once." - Lillian Dickson
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Things I've already learned about Ashley Scott since I know her: she's unpredictable, has the seven lives of a fucking cat, and she won't let me manipulate her. How is that possible?
My thoughts raced wildly through my head and with every second that passed I asked myself a new question. My favorite question is: How the hell did Ashely manage to do all this?
I've been asking myself that question a lot lately when it comes to her.
Now that I'm locked in here with the boys for at least 24 hours, I don't have a quiet moment to focus either. After I got them out of their restraints and blindfolds, we barely spoke to each other. I think we all need a moment to collect ourselves first.
We had all spread out on the lower floor of the hunting lodge, avoiding eye contact. The lower floor consisted of a kitchen with a counter, a living room with a fireplace, an L-shaped sofa and two armchairs, and a small guest bathroom.
Louis was the first to break the dead silence after almost half an hour. Before that, no one had dared to say anything. In the meantime, I had already taken my anger out on my father's desk, because I had to get rid of all the energy.
Louis cleared his throat first and then began to speak in a very quiet and slow voice. "Um, do you want to maybe talk about....WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE? SINCE WHEN ARE WOMEN SO GOOD AT THIS SHIT AND WHY DON'T WE HAVE ANY ON OUR TEAM? His voice shot up several octaves and he literally screamed out his last sentence. He seemed angrier than suspected, considering that he had been quite the whole time before. We all stared at him a bit perplexed by his sudden outburst of anger until Liam spoke up.
"Lou, just calm the hell down."
Louis, who had jumped up from the couch in anger, was now glaring at Liam even more viciously. "You want me to calm down? Are you fucking kidding me? Haven't you noticed how everything is just going wrong right now?" He asked question after question, now looking expectantly around for an answer. But we had none.
And again it was quiet in the lonely forest hut. The only sound were Louis wild breathing.
"Fuck, he's right after all...Nothing is going as usual and we're taking defeat after fucking defeat..." hissed Zayn now too, pushing the glass around on the table from hand to hand. He was sitting at the counter in the kitchen and apparently found my dad's bourbon.
Actually we would all need something of that.
"Wow thanks for your optimism Zayn that's exactly what we need right now to get out of this situation." Liam hissed sarcastically with his arms crossed. It was the first time he finally stood still after running around the house the whole time without stopping for a second. Niall had already thrown pillows at him and I threatened to bang his head against the wall if he didn't stop, but he didn't care. He was nervous and has no cigarettes here.
