Run Away From The Pain

Hiding The Big Ten Inch

I woke up with a crick in my neck, and a throbbing head ache. Something was poking me in the back, and I heard a very large chorus of snoring. 
I opened my eyes, and saw 5 sleeping men next to me. 
A scream hitched itself in my throat, but I stopped it from coming out when I realized that It was only the band. 

Steven must've felt me stir, because he groaned and opened his deep brown eyes, and watched me carefully. 

"Well good morning." I whispered, over my shoulder. 

"Sleep well?" He chuckled, at the situation we were in. Steven and I were directly in the middle of the mass of sleeping bodies. 
How we managed to fit 6 fully grown people into one bed will dumbfound me until the day I die. 
Tom, Joe, and Brad, all groaned and woke up, looking at me and Steven who were slightly conversing. 

"Well... I've got this terrible crick in my neck, and something's been poking me in the back for the past hour or two." I moaned a little.

Joe started laughing as he got out of the bed, and stretched. 

"What? What's so funny?" I glared at him from underneath my lashes.

"That, my dear, would be Steven's big ten inch." Tom rolled on my floor, laughing hysterically. 
I hopped out of bed, and saw Steven in just a pair of boxers. 
Man, Tom wasn't kidding, it was a big ten inch, and it was the thing that's been poking me in the back.

Steven grinned, almost as if he was proud.
"Can't help it, sweetheart. It's got a mind of it's own. Plus, it's the morning, leave me alone. It's too early for this." He yawned and rubbed his eyes. 

"Wow.. everymorning? Must suck to be a guy, sometimes." I sighed, hoping no one would hear my comment. 

"Well.. considering there's only one way of getting rid of it... Being a guy isn't all that bad." Joe winked, and chuckled darkly. 

I caught on to what they were laughing about, quickly, and glowered, then grinned wickedly, as an idea popped into my mind. 

I looked directly into Steven's eyes, giving him a soul piercing stare. I quickened my breathing, and placed a worried look in my golden orbs, then all at once, I let out a blood curdling scream, and returned to fetal position on the floor, and gently rocked myself back and forth. 

"HOLY SHIT! ALEX!" Steven ran over to me, and pulled me into his arms. "Another bad memory?! Are you okay?! What the hell happened?!"

Brad, Tom, and Joey all gave me worried and concerned looks, but Joe's dark sense of humour caught onto my trick, and he just chuckled. 

I played out the joke for a few moments longer, and then stood up, as Steven stood with me. 

"Looks like I found another way of getting rid of it." I chuckled as I looked down at Stevens boxers, and then up into his eyes. 
His brown eyes flashed dangerously. The concern in his eyes was gone, and was replaced with fury.

"What the fuck, Alex?!" He screamed, and then stormed into the bathroom, slamming the door behind him. 

Joey, and Brad, just stood there in shock while Tom cam and patted me on the back. He shook hos head lightly and then walked out of the room, and back into his own hotel room. Brad soon followed him, while Joey and Joe sat down on the bed next to me. 

"You know he cares about you... right?" Joe turned to me, the truth written all across his face. 

"What?" I asked, perplexed and shocked, all in one. 

"Yeah.. It's obvious." Joey sighed. 

"No.. we're not like that." I denied their comments.

"Deny it all you want, Hastings, but we're brothers. We can tell. He feels something for you. Something strong. He wants to help and protect you, but you can't be joking around like that." Joe sighed. "Trust me, I'm happy that you're able to joke it off. That's good in the long run, and I'm even happier that you're as much of a sick fuck as I am, but you can't joke about shit like that... not with Steven atleast. He likes you too much to do that." 

"Woah.." I whispered. "I... I didn't think.." 

"He'll come out eventually. Just lay everything out on the table for him, and apologize. He'll come around." Joey smiled, as they both got up and strode out of the room and into their own hotel room. 

I pulled up my legs, and hugged them close to my torso, and thought deeply about what Joey and Joe just said to me. 
Does he really care that much? I mean... What am I.. almost 20? He's 27.. that's a big age gap! He can't care about me like that! However... my kidnapper must've been atleast 40 or 50, when he first took me, which was years ago. 

No. I will NEVER compare Steven to that disgusting man. They are nothing alike. Steven is kind, and sweet, and funny. He's very attractive, and he's got such a beautiful heart. 
I couldn't be what he wants though. I... I'm too emotionally damaged. I'm a fuck up. 
I'm no good for him. 

I sat there rocking myself, contemplating all of the events that just happened.
I must've gotten lost in my train of thought, because I didn't see or hear Steven come out of the bathroom, until he was standing right infront of me, showered and fully dressed, just staring at me. 

I looked up into his brooding eyes, and felt a shutter run through my body.

"Steven. I'm really so sorry. I... I just.." I paused, and sighed. "I didn't mean to upset you like that. I was only having some fun. I'm sorry." I moped, and hopped out of bed, and strode past him, walking towards the bathroom. 
I felt a cool hand grasp my wrist and pull me back, and in an instant, a million memories flooded my mind. 

I felt a hand grip my wrist tightly, and jerk me back. I was blindfolded, and punched in the face. 
I tried screaming for help, but suddenly, I felt a damp cloth cover my nose and mouth, and suddenly everything went black. 

The next thing I knew, I woke up tied to a bed. 


I screamed, and pushed myself off of Steven, and backed myself up against a wall. 

"Alex!" He gasped, taken aback by my sudden rush of my emotions. "I.. I'm sorry! I didn't mean to scare you! I meant no harm!" He held his hands up, showing he meant peace, as I hyperventillated, trying to catch my breath and regain control of my surroundings.

"Please... don't ever do that... ever, again." I gasped, as cold tears streamed their way down my face. "That's.... that's how..." I trailed off, shuttering at the memories. I wiped the tears from my face, and put on my tough face again. 
"I.. I uh.. I need to shower, but... I don't have any clean clothes... Could I borrow a large t-shirt or something?" I looked down at my feet embarrassed. 

Steven grinned, and threw a large black t-shirt at me.
"We're going shopping." 
The look on his face told me the Cheshire Cat was back.