HIDE

Chapter 18

Kira's POV

I sat quietly on the plane, avoiding eye contact with the old woman and young boy sitting on the sides of me. The woman next to me smelled vaguely like vinegar, making my nose scrunch in disgust.

"Attention passengers, our flight to Los Angeles will land in thirty minutes. we are expecting turbulence so everyone please remain seated and buckle up." The monotone pilots voice called through the steel bird. I honestly can't wait to get off of this hell ride.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head in annoyance as I felt my chair jerk forward due to small feet kicking the back of it. I took my lip between my teeth, doing everything in my power to avoid blowing up. I hate moments like this. Why can't people just be smart?

The jerking continued. "Oh my god." I growled to myself. "Relax, Kira. Relax. Now is not the time. He's young and doesn't know better."

"Who are you talking to, sweet heart." My heart stopped. My blood runs cold at the low raspy voice in my ear. "What's wrong? Are you scared?" He giggled evily.

My knees shook with horror. Flashbacks of torture flashing quickly into my brain.

I did the first thing that came to my find, and that was to run. 

I quickly pushed past the vinegar scented senior and ran to the bathroom next to the cabin door.

"Attention passengers, we have an emergency. Please remain calm. We need everyone to buckle up securely. We are accelerating to the ground and we are currently trying to gain co-" The pilots voice stopped before shuffling and a satanic chuckle ran through the plane. "We're flying straight to Hell. Enjoy the ride."

Everyone screamed in terror as we plummeted to the ground. I gripped onto the tight spaced walls as I struggled to catch my breathe.

My week knees jumped slightly as loud banging came to the door less than six inches away from me. "Kiiiira." I could practically hear Ashton's smirk. "You can't get away from me now.." He jiggled the door handle, tears streaming down my face. "Kira! Kira! Kira!"

I covered my ears and lowered my shaking body to the floor. "Shut up!" My throat belted out. I whimpered, rocking my body back and forth, soon becoming nauseous from the motion of me falling to the ground.

"Kira! Kira! Kira!"

"Kira! Kira!" I heard my best friend cry out as she shook my shoulders.

My eyes shot open at Kayla, a sigh of relief escaping her chapped lips. Her baggy eyes looked to the empty spot next to her and smirked sassily. "I told you she was okay, bitch."

I went to sit up, only to have excruciating pain shoot through my tied down body. Wait. I'm tied down?! What the fuck?!

"Kira, you need to relax." Kayla frowned down at me.

I felt a cold hand on my uncut arm and drifted my eyes over to see Aeris nodding in approval.

"Why the hell am I tied down?" I questioned, furrowing my eyebrows together.

They both shrugged and looked at their laps. "Michael brought you in here, tied you down and stitched you up. He told us to keep an eye on you." My short haired friend squeaked, studying my sewed arm. "Kira," She whimpered, suddenly becoming emotional. "Who did this to you?"

 "A-Ashton."

Kayla's face flashed with sympathy and sadness, while Aeris' face reflected terror and rage.

"Hey," I called to the pool of hazel eyes. "Are you okay? What's wrong?"

She shook her head, obviously not wanting to talk about it. I didn't push her, but I just want to know what's going on in that head of hers.

"You guys have an hour." Michael called through the room, looking over at me briefly then leaving without a word.

"I'll bring you back something to eat."

I watched them leave me, the only person left to talk to was myself.

Kayla's POV

Being honest, I was very hesitant to go out of the room. Ashton could easily disable us just like he did Kira. I wish I could have stopped him. If only I had heard her and made a plan to get out, she would be up and walking. This was just another occurrence to add to my list of reasons to get out of this place. 

My gray faded eyes wandered over to the kitchen, where Calum sat scrolling through his phone. He wore his gray army shirt and his curly hair was tossed in all directions. He did look ravishing, but now was a time to push aside any and all distractions.

As I wobbled into the kitchen, I could feel Calum's stare burning into the back of my head. My frail hands reached for the refrigerator door.

"Oh my god." I gagged, staring at the dozens of bags of blood and even a jar of hearts.

"I'm sorry you had to see that." Calum frowned now standing behind me, gently pushing the door closed. "Do you need food, Kay?"

I nodded, my lifeless mop of blondness bouncing along with it. "I-I also need to  get my friends food." I whispered as if I was trying to keep someone from hearing us. 

"Okay, baby. I'll have to go out. I'll be back as soon as possible." He smiled, gently caressing my cheek. Before I knew it, he was gone.

"I love you." I heard a familiar giggle fill the atmosphere, my blood almost boiling. Dragging my heavy feet across the wooden floor, I spotted the perfect couple cuddled up on the sofa.

I couldn't help as my anger took over as the volcano in me finally exploded. "How could you?!" I shrieked, resulting in both of their heads snapping in my direction. "Did all those years mean nothing to you?!" My eyes began to water over in both betrayal and frustration. "You leave us for a monster?!"

All she did was look down at her lap. Her reaction making my furry worse.

"Say something!" I screamed. I couldn't contain my anger, me lunging my body at her. Before I could strangle her, I was held back by the nasty hands of Luke. That asshole. I continued throwing my fists and kicking desperately. "You bitch!" I bawled.

Hemmings dragged me back to my room, throwing me to the floor next to Kira. Swiftly, I pushed my body off the floor and bolted to the door, that was until it was slammed in my face. I was cut off from the rest of the house once again.

"Let me out!" I screamed, throwing my fists against the heavy door. "I need answers! You have no right to do this! You assholes!" I felt my hands bruise as I continued to fight the piece of wood separating me from Aniza and her newly found lover.

After a good ten minutes of screaming  and beating the door with my bloody knuckles, I fell to the floor in defeat. My chest rising and falling quickly as my tears tickled my cheeks.

I sobbed in my hands for too long until I went into a coughing fit, which hurt like hell due to the fact I did more screaming than you would at a concert. I coughed into my hands a couple times, stopping and staring in shock at the blood in my hands that came from my throat.

Shit.

Aeris' POV

I furrowed my eyebrows at Aniza, after watching the incident in front of me.

Something's wrong. I can sense it. I know everything about her and this is not something she would do. Sure, she would ignore us playfully or shut us out for a day at the most, but she never ignores us completely. At least she wouldn't without telling us why.

I nervously walked over to her and sat down slowly, careful not to startle her or do something that we will both regret. As I opened my mouth and went to say something, nothing came out. I frowned, and so did she to my surprise.  She looked around a couple times to check for someone and then leaned over to me.

"I'm sorry."