Beauty, Brains, And Bullets // 5sos

xviii

Agent B's point of view

"We do not speak of last night." I told Calum as I typed on my laptop, attempting to hack into the tracking device on Rachael's phone since she wasn't here. "That didn't happen."

"It was a hug, what's so bad about hugs?" He asked me as he sat beside me. I closed my laptop, not wanting him to see what I was doing, and glared at him.

"I don't hug people Calum. I'm not an affection person-"

"Anymore-"

"And I don't appreciate your band assuming we have something going on." I said and sighed. "I don't hug people okay? It's nothing too personal, I don't like them."

"You know what I think?" He asked and I hummed. "I think you've been putting up this big and bad act for so long, that you convinced yourself that's who you are when you're not."

"Yeah, well, that's false." I said and set my laptop on the coffee table. "I'm done with this discussion. Go see if the others are still here, knowing them, they'd probably take off in the middle of the night or some shit."

"Got it." He said and stood up, walking upstairs. I sighed and then rubbed my temples, a slight thumping in my head that made me want to rip my hair out.

"No no no, go away." I said as another pounding headache came on, the thumping slowly growing into something bigger. "Go away." I repeated and fisted my own hair.

"They're asl-Agent? Are you okay?" Calum asked and I looked at him. I shook my head and he set a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong?"

"My head hurts." I whispered and he nodded. "You might need to get the duct tape and rope soon." I mumbled and he nodded.

"I-I have a theory on what it may be," Calum said and I looked at him. "Why you're on and off and stuff, why your head always hurts."

"Shoot."

"You remember how you told me you had some computer chip in your head, kind of wired in to control your emotions and stuff?" He asked and I nodded, squeezing my eyes shut in pain. "Maybe... Maybe that's not all its for?"

"What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, unable to comprehend or think about it. "What are you getting at Calum?"

"The chip in your head," he said, daring to tap my head with his index finger. "Maybe it's the reason why you're not able to control yourself?"

I thought about it a bit, but before I could speak, I had Calum pinned against the wall and threatening words spilled from my mouth, despite me not intentionally meaning them.

He shook under me, afraid of what I could do, especially since I had a .45mm on me right now, hanging out of my back pocket. "Agent B, please." He said and set his hands on my stomach, attempting to push me away.

Without my consent, my arm wad reaching behind me for the gun. "N-No." I yelled and my arm froze as I attempted to stop it.

"Ashton!" Calum yelled and pushed me off of him. He ran upstairs and suddenly, I didn't have to struggle fighting whatever had come over me.

I grabbed the nearest object, a glass plate, and then threw it at the wall, squeezing my eyes shut as tears filled my eyes. I pulled my knees up to my chest and cried into them, already hearing doors slamming shut from upstairs.

"God dammit what now?"

Why is this happening to me? Who is doing this? This isn't funny, it isn't fun, and it most certainly can't be safe.

I clawed at my scalp and nearly rocked back and forth in my spot. I was so conflicted and so fucked up right now that I didn't even know who was yelling at me and scolding me like a child.