For Your Pleasure

14

I wake up from a restless sleep and see that it's 4:30 by my phone's time. Although I realize that the only reason I woke up, besides the constant panicking about what happened with Ben, is because I can feel that the house isn't silent. I hear voices conversing around the halls and downstairs. People, the guys, moving from room to room, almost frantically. I throw back the covers from the bed and realize for the first time since I've been here, the door to my balcony is closed. I wake up every day and it's open. Someone must have come in when I was sleeping and closed it. I look at my bedside clock to make sure the time I saw was right. 

No, I was right, it is 4:30. In the morning. How the hell are the guys up this early? I don't think I've seen any of the guys awake before eleven. My mind rushes to the worst possible conclusion and I cautiously step out of my room. There are men in the hall on computers talking and typing furiously, I've never seen these people before. I rush down the hall in the opposite direction for Cameron's room as I turn the corner I crash into someone. I look up, it's Jack, blonde. "What's going on?"

"Shhh!" He urges me quietly. "We have to go," he whispers with wide eyes. He turns me around and we walk back to my room where he throws a backpack off his shoulder and onto the bed. 

"Jack please tell me what's happening," I say but I only get silence. He takes the pillow cases off my pillows then begins wiping down all the surfaces in the room. He enters the bathroom and turns on the shower and faucet. I hear things crashing to the floor and follow him inside and see him taking all the expensive products smashed on the floor. He returns and throws the pillow cases on the bed along with tearing up the bedding into a ball then throws the whole thing over the balcony and into the pool, "Jack!" I shout. 

He ignores me and starts for the closet, taking out all the clothes in the hamper and throws them over into the pool as well, "Put whatever you want to keep in the backpack, now," he demands and I retreat to under the bed to my suitcase I brought here. I put my old clothes, my stuffed elephant, the two books and the picture of my mother in the bag and grasp the locket around my neck, making sure it is still with me. Jack throws all my electronics and all my gifts from my birthday being thrown over to the pool. The sight almost brings me to tears. When he finishes he turns to me and says, "We'll get you new things." 

I shake my head in disbelief and he takes the backpack from me and opens a new pocket taking out sunglasses and a baseball cap, "Tuck your hair into the hat and put the shades on." 

I do as he says but it's a little difficult with my long hair, it instantly falls out. Jack sighs then goes back to the bathroom, I hear him rummaging around for a bit until he comes back with a bottle of Hydrogen Peroxide and boxes of hair dye. I make the connection's quickly and fall silent with fear, "No." I mouth and say as a whisper. 

"They will be looking for someone with brown hair not blonde," He states sounding uncomfortable putting the words into a sentence. 

My eyebrows furrow together in confusion, I look at him intensely, "Who?"

"I'll explain later, please just cooperate with-" He cuts himself off when I begin to narrow my eyes in anger. "Help us."

With those words something changes, in him, in me, my outlook on all the guys, I feel...sad...for them. I...pity them. I hear the strain in his voice when he says 'Help,' I can see his pleading eyes that communicate his desperation. I feel the fear emanating off of him and his actions. Can he see that in me? His impatience is growing waiting for me to go along with what he wants, I have no other choice. I've seen people look at me like that, I know that look too well. It's the same one all those little girls looked at me when they came into the trafficking prison. It's a look that screams exactly what Jack has said, "Help me."