Forbidden Fruit •Timothee Chalamet (Stepbrother)

7. The Undergrounds

(Warning:graphic sexual content, mentions of sex, graphic violence, fighting, abuse, cult)

We see the black car with tinted windows pull up to our driveway. Timothée and I stand outside in utter suspense of what's to come.We get in apprehensively, as he slams the door behind us.

I look over to him while he sits next to me in the back seat. He's face is filled with sorrow.
I look away to focus my eyes infront of me, before I feel Timothée's hand reach over and grab mine, holding it gently.I feel a pang in my heart and my eyes flutter over to him.He keeps his gaze forward.

Once we arrive to the grand home that connects to the undergrounds I start to feel my mouth go dry.The driver opens the door for us. Timothée places his hand out helping me hop out of the back seat.

"Here are your pins." the driver opens his hands showing Timothée and I the rosebud we have grown to hate. That's the cult's symbol.

A rose bud.

As if there's anything beautiful about any of this.

Timothée snatches the pins out the driver hands,placing his on,before pinning mine to my chest for me. I scan him for a second while he moves his body perfectly next to mine.He puts his hand on my lower back lightly and faintly pushes me infront of him to enter the building.

When we get to the check In at the front of the entrance the security eyes us, before looking over to the other guard. "It's Toms kids, let them in."

Timothée adjusts his body infront of me as the the door is opened by a woman wearing all white. Her dress is plain and knee length,which identifies female workers. All of the workers wear identical dresses,as does every one from each sector. Tom's is of the top cult leader making Timothee and I apart of the highest ranking. My sector is part of the young upper class. We wear white silk that flows down to our ankles that corsets in the back. All exact copies of each other.

I stand behind Timothée like a terrified puppy, as he checks over his shoulder to make sure I'm okay every couple seconds. We walk through the large mansion avoiding all the people dressed in black and white while we await access to the undergrounds.

When we get to the transition area to the underground's, Timothée speaks to the guards letting us down. I see a familiar frame from the back wearing black. Identical to Timothée's attire but as he turns to side I see he's missing the belt. The belt indicates blood line to Tom.

It's dark as fuck down here.

There are only candles lit in the transition area to truly make it feel like a proper cult, so I can't make out the face of who I am looking at.All the sudden he turns around.

Jacob.

My eyes widen and my mouth slighty part and he looks just as surprised to see me.

I know our families are old friends, but I had never fathomed the thought of Jacob knowing anything about the cult,nether the less being here. I just thought our families were old money friends.

Timothée notices as he starts to walk over like animal stalking his prey. "The fuck are you doing here?" he examines, looking Jacob up and down processing his attire.

"My attendance wasn't much of a choice Chalamet. You probably know a thing or two about that."

Timothée pierces his eyes into him, while flexing his jaw.He goes to open his mouth, before the undergrounds elevator pops open with another women worker dressed in white who starts guiding us in.

I stand there between them in the elevator clumsily, trying to fix my posture and stand up straight. The tension between them both makes my breathing heavy.