With A Twist

NINETEEN (HAZEL)

I take one last inhale of the New York air before stepping through the door of the plane, heading to sit on next to Atlas in the comfortable armchairs. 

Just as I am about to sit down, he makes a pass for me and pulls me onto his lap, settling me against the side of the plane so I am sat across him. 

Andros fills the seat next to him, pulling my legs onto his lap and slipping my shoes off. He starts to massage my feet, causing my eyes to flutter closed in pure relaxation as Atlas kisses my shoulder. 

"Ready to go home, little one?" Theo asks as he sits in the chair opposite us, directly facing me. I nod my head, looking at him briefly before closing my eyes again. 

"I gotta say, I have missed England," Dawson chuckles slightly as he sits next to Theo. I smile at him before closing my eyes and snuggling my body into Atlas's chest. It rumbles against me as he chuckles, wrapping his arm around me to pull me tighter to him. 

"Are you tired, principessa?" he says quietly so only I can hear. I nod, curling my hands into my chest as I try to sleep. He rubs my back as I drift off, the mumblings of the four of them in Italian sending me to sleep. 

By the time I wake up, the other three have left, whilst Atlas keeps me pressed to him, snoring lightly. 

I twist my body slightly to look out of the window, waking up fully when I see the midnight skies outside. 

Atlas mumbles below me, tightening his grip, and I turn my attention back to him. His lips are pressed into a frowning line and his face is crinkled as if he's having a bad dream. 

"Hazel," he mutters, still asleep, making my interest pique as I run my hand through his dark hair. 

"Don't leave me again," he mumbles. 

My heart stops at the painful words. 

I hurt him. 

I strain my neck slightly and plant a soft kiss on his lips, waking him up gently. His eyes open, confusion heavy in them as the searches my face. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Atlas," I whisper, kissing him again softly. He deepens the kiss with a sense of urgency, claiming my mouth as his. I open my mouth, letting him slide his tongue into it as his hands roam my body. 

"They're awake, Theo," Dawson shouts across the cabin, making me pull away from Atlas in surprise. 

Before I can locate the others, Theo emerges and picks me up from Atlas's lap, moving to the seat opposite and placing me on his. He nuzzles his head into my neck, making me giggle as his breath tickles my skin. 

"I've missed you," he mumbles into my neck, making me smile.

"You're a softie, really, aren't you?" I giggle as he plants a kiss on my cheek.

"Only for you," he whispers, looking at me dead in the eyes. I gulp at his intense gaze, being caught off-guard when he suddenly smashes his lips into mine, possessively claiming me like Atlas just did. 

I moan into the kiss, letting him dominate my mouth as my hand rises to his cheek, gripping on urgently. 

"Fuck, I need a cold shower," Andros says as soon as we pull apart. Theo sits back and rolls his eyes whilst my eyes drift down to Andros's bulge straining against his beige suit trousers. 

I bite my lip at the sight, wetness pooling between my thighs from seeing the effect I have on him. 

"Oh, Angel, I really really wish I could make you kneel in front of me right now," he tilts his head whilst smirking, "but unfortunately, we need to give you your rest."

I frown at him, earning a laugh from both him and Dawson, who is watching with his own tented trousers. 

"Why?" I ask curiously. 

"Because, principessa, you'll need it," Atlas stands up and bends down to plant a kiss on my forehead before walking away. 

I look to Theo for clarification and he leans in, whispering in my ear, "Remember the room I took you to at home?"

My eyes bulge as the realisation finally kicks in. My face flushes and I bury it into Theo's chest to try and hide my embarrassment. He strokes my back to comfort me as Andros and Dawson chuckle before walking away to join Atlas to probably work. 

"Don't worry, little darling," Theo whispers, kissing my buried head, "you'll wish we came home sooner."

I shiver at his words, the insinuation lying heavy in my mind. 

What are they going to do?

Why am I scared?

Why am I turned on?

I try to sleep but my mind dances wide awake, flooding me with thoughts and memories of the whole experience since we left England. 

As soon as I shut my eyes, images of Dominik and Dmitri flash, their smug faces psychologically torturing me whilst they laugh.

"What's wrong, darling?" Theo senses my discomfort and lifts my chin with his finger to look at him.

"I can't sleep," I fidget anxiously in his lap, feeling the first proper wave of the trauma hitting me for the first time since I came back to them. 

A tear falls from my eyes and he wipes it away, only for it to be replaced by more. They begin to cascade down my cheeks as sobs escape my lips. 

"It's okay, little one," he begins to rock me as I break down, blubbering like a baby. 

My eyes begin to fog with the tears but I make out the faint outlines of Atlas, Dawson and Andros who now surround us, offering words of comfort that I can't decipher. 

Instead, my ears ring, blocking out any sources of sanity as I fall apart. My breathing becomes laboured and I struggle to break through the wall depriving my lungs of oxygen. 

I snap my eyes closed in an attempt to stifle the tears but it doesn't work, instead flooding my imagination with memories of my father abusing me, mixed with Dmitri and Dominik. 

I try to fight for breath but a black screen edges into my vision, consuming it until the thoughts stop and I fall into a calming, unconscious state. 

I'm not even gonna lie, I didn't know this chapter would be so dark until I started writing it.

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