Illusion of my dreams

Not yet

I quickly took a glimpse at myself in the tall mirror, my eyes scanning my body with disgust. A black dress was wrapped around my figure and dark eyeshadow surrounded my eyes.

I couldn't believe I was actually going out with these guys again. With a heavy heart I exited my room, my mind fogged with denial as I sauntered down the flight of stairs.

I could already hear everyone chat downstairs, annoyance clear in their rough voices.

" god when is she gonna come down?"

I heard Tom mumble.

By the way he sounded I could sense he was angry.

I hurried my way to the wooden door that kept me from the kitchen. With trembling fingers I opened the door, everyone immediately turning to me as they heard me enter.

" finally."

Tom hissed as he passed me.

Laure was walking behind him, her head lowered and shame expressed on her pale face.

I knew she hated how everything was going recently and she had probably noticed how the guys have changed as well.

We locked eyecontact for a second and her eyes were dull, not a single spark of life left. Extreme guilt took over my mind and I couldn't help but scold myself for allowing this shit to happen to us.

We should call the police or at least attempt to escape this shit hole! I followed behind my best friend and in all of the sudden I felt Bills hand cup my hip, his eyes glancing down at me.

I grew tense as he touched me, I wasn't comfortable with him anymore.

" I heard they were going to bar Tachinomi."

Gustav announced as he paced hand in hand with Calina.

" okay, we should sneak in then."

Bill answered, his hand still cupping my hip as we made our ways down the street towards the cars.

" this time we need to succeed, we can't let anyone die tonight."

He snarled as we neared the cars, the moon shining bright and the stars granting us some light.

I entered his hellcat without struggling against his grip and felt how my body relaxed in the seat. I needed to calm down or else things would end badly. We drove away from the large mansion and I glared out of the window.

Thoughts were consuming me whilst I stared at the sharp lights reflecting onto the streets of Tokyo.

We even drove by the apartment we were supposed to live in by now. Nostalgia fogged my head and I could feel tears welling up in my eyes as I looked at the tall building.

It was crazy to think how things could be right now if Laure never went to that race.

I should've stopped her immediately. We could've been happy and free right now. Instead we were stuck in this hell for god knows how long.

Bill was emotionally damaging me and he had scarred me forever. I can still remember the first punches he gave me and how sadistic he glared at me after each hit.

I was glad that he got rid of that sadistic look but for some reason he managed to get it back. After a few more minutes of driving trough the busy streets we pulled over at Bar Tachinomi, the bar where the news reporter assumed Laure was found dead. We quickly entered the bar, our heads down and our gaze avoiding each interaction.

Bill sauntered behind me, his footsteps echoeing trough my head as we made our ways deeper into the club. I didn't dare to look up.

What if I locked eyes with one of Bamboo Unions members?