Y/n Holland

Part 21

My Alarm wakes me up, I normally would have to go to school today, but of course I'm not going. The door bell rings and I hurry so whoever waits in front of the door doesn't have to wait. It's a Woman. „Hello, I'm here to get you three to the airport safe later that day. I'm an officer." she says. I totally forgot, these Men are in America, and so is the Ellen show. I nod and guide her inside. The others come downstairs too. „Hey Marge!" Tom greets her and they hug wich is weird. I know that name. „Paddy do you remember Marge from my Highschool time?" Now I do, they were friends. Y/n gets downstairs with her suitcase. „Are you wearing your corset?" Sam asks. „Nope. It's fine, I don't need it." she says. I help her and then run upstairs to get mine. „When is our flight?" I asks and Tom tells me that it's at 12 am. That means we have to go in an hour. We all realise that we still have to get dressed and run to the Bathrooms. Two are just not enough for four children. Our Parents are like always still asleep.

We all get in the car of Marge and she starts driving. „I didn't know you wanted to work for the Police." I say. „Yeah that wasn't my plan but here I am." Y/n leans to me. „Who is that?" she didn't whisper quietly enough and Marge heard it. „You weren't even born when I knew your Brother." she answers her. We arrive at the Airport. „Thanks for driving." Tom says. They hug and she whispers something hin his ear, he seems to be shocked, I wonder what she says. On the Plane I sit next to Y/n and and the others sit together. She leans her head on the Window. „I know what she said to Tom. You saw too that she whispered in his ear." „What did she say?" „I think it's best if you don't know." „What do you mean by that? Tell me Y/n." she sighs and looks at me. „She was his mistake. You know, when he was with Zendaya." Holy- that can't be right. He wouldn't like, not with his ex-bestfriend. „Yeah just don't talk about it, the world doesn't has to know." „Wait, what exactly did she say?" „Just gross stuff."

We quickly change the subject but I still can't get over the fact that-. That's too much for my brain. Y/n and I talk much about her friends and school wich burned down. I tell her that some crazy guy was really angry because he couldn't graduate. „When can I go back to School then?" „First you gotta get back." I say smiling. She leans her head on my shoulder and eventually falls asleep. After an hour Tom walks up to me. „Is she asleep?" „Yeah. You alright?" „Yeah I'm good, I just think she can't handle that." „Finally someone says it, me neither. But we have no chance but let her find out herself." „That's a good Idea you think?" „For sure not but what do you want to do?" He nods and goes back to his seat again. A few hours later the Plane starts having turbulentes and Y/n wakes up. „What's going on?" „Nothing, just put your seatbelt on." She does as I tell her. „I'm so tired of all this flying." „Yeah that's understandable. I'm glad when everything is over." I say and she nods. The Plane stabilises again.

Half an hour we're finally down and safe at the airport. Toms Bodyguard greets us outside in his car. „How are you Y/n?" he asks her. „I'm good, just tired. Jetlack and everything." We all get in the big Car. Tom sits in the Front and Sam, Harry, me and Y/n in the Back. „I lost track of Time Paddy." she says. „It's almost 6pm." „Damn that's late, when are you guys leaving tomorrow?" „I think 2pm." She just nods. Y/n seems odd, like really odd but she won't talk to me. At my brothers we order Pizza because we all are too tired to make anything ourself.

POV: Y/N

I wake up, every Inch of my Body hurts. „Tom." I try to say loud but I just whisper. Where am I? All I can see is light. I rub my eyes and look around. I'm not in my Bed, where am I? Slowly I get up, I'm in a small room, white walls, a Bed, a sink and a toilet. The room only has bright lights and no windows. I try to open the door but it's closed. „Hello?!" I scream in fear but no one answers. What is happening? This has to be a bad dream, a really bad dream. I bang as hard as possible at the door but nothing. I don't know what's happening? This is scary, where are my brothers? Where is everyone? Why am I locked in a room? Suddenly I hear a key turning in the lock of my door and a Guy walks in. It's one of the guys from the hospital. „Before you do or say anything, you don't need to be scared, we just wanna mess with the police and have fun, we won't hurt you, if you're brave, got it?"

He walks towards me and I flee in the corner. „I told you to not be scared, now come with me." he grabs my arm. I try to resist but he's so much stronger than me. They're gonna kill me, but he said that they won't hurt me, maybe they'll kill me fast. I just want to go home! „What do you want from me?" „Just you. Someone of ours at the police said what they were planning, so we were them a step ahead, as we always are." „What do you mean always?" He stops and kneels down. „Look I'm not even supposed to talk to you but I really like you so just shut up. They won't find you but we'll let you go." „When? When do I get to go home? I want my brothers." „Oh not too long, maybe a month, maybe three. That's up to you. The braver you are, the earlier you get home." I nod but is he really telling the truth or just tricking me? What does he even want and where the hell are we going? After a few minutes we reach a bigger Room, there are many more kids, all about my age. A few of them are maybe 12 but no one is older and I think that I'm the youngest.

He closes the door behind me again and all the kids stare at me. A boy comes up to me. „How old are you?" „I-I'm 10." I say scared and every kid gasps. „Look, I'm the oldest for now and the longest being here. Imma tell you everything." he was to me but I don't really wanna hear it. We sit down at the floor on a grey carpet. There are different colours and a few shelves in the colours. „Alright, every kid is here for at least 2 weeks and longest half a year, that's what we've figured out. When they let you out, you won't remember anything that happened in here, that's what we know." „What are these colours for?" „Everyone gets a colour, that's how they separate us. Blue and green are for the Boys and grey and Pink are for the girls." „What's about that white?" „I don't know. What was your room coloured like?" I look at him, it was white, but what does that mean, is it good or bad?