𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐰𝐞 𝐦𝐞, 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 ✔

eight

i get pushed into a room and before i could run out of the room, the door gets shut in my face

they locked it on the outside, i ran up to the door, hitting it multiple times, "nick, goerge please" i yell

"im sorry y/n, i really am" an unfamiliar voice says, i assumed it was george, "that bitch deserves it" i hear nick say, their footsteps get softer and softer.

i slide down the door with my back against it, sitting on the floor, pulling my legs into my chest

i let the tears run

"techno, im so sorry" i cry out,

(a/n tf im crying writing this rn- oh wait maybe its just my emotions being a mess)

let me tell you about techno and i, i used to struggle with money alot until one day i met techno, he offered me a job

which i agreed to, other than him putting a shelter over my head, he had cared for me a lot and i cared for him too

we grew extremely close, there would be days we didnt leave each others side at all

techno helped me with my ragging emotions, he kept me going, kept me here.

i love him with everything i have and he loves me too, we had a "more than friends, but not more than friends" friendship if it makes sense

i feel like i cant live without him

memories flow in my mind, every second i spent with him flooded my mind

"why the fuck did i trust him" i mutter, my voice shaking

i looked up, eyes puffy, red, mascara running

i look around the room i was in, it was a huge room, it looked royal, special.

a huge bed, huge windows and a balcony, a huge mirror, there was a walk in closet as well, but there were no clothes

i get off the floor and walk towards the balcony door and try to open it and of course it was locked

i walk into the toilet, a huge bathtub and shower stood infront of me

i drag myself over to the bed, where a note rested, "listen i know youre upset y/n" it said

"i know youre angry, im sorry i really am, but i want you on my side, working with me"

"to show you how much i care, ive had a button installed on the wall beside your door, it lets to contact me with ease, whatever you need, whatever you want, i'll get it for you"

"dont ask to be set free though haha, not gonna happen love"

"get some rest, just ask if you need anything - signed by clay"

i crush the paper and throw it on the ground, he took my phone too

"fucking bitch" i huff out laying on the bed

there was no way i was getting out of here anytime soon

i laid in bed, uncomfortable because of my dress, i tossed and turned for a bit

tears rolling down my cheeks now and then

"i need to get out of this dress" i say sitting up

"they didnt give me any clothes though" i mutter looking at the closet

"i have to ask him" i say getting up and making my way to the button

i press it and wait for a few seconds, hearing it ring, "hello?" i hear, his voice deep and raspy, tired

i stay silent, i didnt wanna talk to him to be honest

i mean, why would i want to?

"you okay?" he continues, "mhm" i reply

"why'd you call?" he asks, his voice didnt sound like he cared at all, "i need a change of clothes" i say bluntly

"oh okay ill just send someone to your roo-" i cut him off, "no i want you to get your ass off that fucking bed and come here" i say, ive gotta make this bitch work

"what why?" he says annoyance clear in his voice

"because i said so" i say ending the call right after.

i walk over to the bed and plop myself down again, laying down with my back against the bed, i look at the ceiling

the fine detailing made everything about this place look amazing, "i hate that this place is amazing" i say under my breath

i would much rather be with techno right now, in his arms, talking to him about everything and anything

we mightve been the second most well-known notorious gang, we might not have been as rich as clay is, but at least we loved each other

my thoughts get disrupted i hear the lock on my door unlocking, i get off the bed and walk over to the door, passing by the mirror, i pause for a second

i look at myself, my eyes red, puffy, mascara stains still on my cheeks, my dress ruffled even shorter than it was before because now i didnt have to hide the dagger.

my hair was now out of the claw clip it was once in, it was messy now, but honestly i couldnt be bothered to give a fuck

i walk over to the door, soft knocks hit the wood surface on the other side

i twist the knob opening the door, my eyes immediately meeting emarald green eyes, i study his face

his messy dirty blonde hair fell over his eyes slightly, his sleepy green eyes, freckles spreaded over his face, lips slightly parted as look at me, my face

he was wearing a hoodie and some shorts

"um here are some clothes, i dont have any female clothing here, because we've never had females here, youre the first one to walk this place actually, but yeah, i can send someone with you to get clothes in the afternoon maybe" he pauses

his eyes wondering over my face then down my body, he smiles slightly before returning back to his previous emotionless state, motherfucker was probably thinking about fucking and being the reason my mascara stained

"breakfast is at 9am by the way, we'll all be having breakfast together, by we i mean you, me, nick and george" he says before trying to pull the door shut but i stop him.

he looked confused, "can i ask for a favour?" i ask softly

"sure" he says leaning on the door frame

"can i make one phone call? not to plan my get away or anything, you can even be beside me while im on the call, please clay" i say looking at him, hopeless, desperate

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