Another slash of the whip, another cry of pain and more curse words from Dan.
"How long has she been doing that for?" Caspar groans.
"I'd guess an hour." Joe says.
"My question is: how on earth is Dan still conscious?" Holly asks.
"Wait shshsh..." Pj holds up his finger and presses his ear against the wall.
Another slash of the whip is heard, this one louder than the rest, but no screams follow it.
"W-Do you think he's dead?!" Lacey gasps.
"I'm sure he's fine!" Jake insists.
"What should we do?" Chris asks.
"I don't know. But I want to know more about this bitches plans." Mikey says.
You hear footsteps leaving the room on the left.
"Who's the closest to the door?" You ask.
"Me." Joe says.
"Can you reach it?"
"Yeah."
"Go knock on it."
"Uh why?"
"To get her attention. I want to speak to this maniac."
Joe knocks loudly on the door as footsteps go past.
They stop for a second before the door creaks open.
"Why are you knocking?" Ashley asks.
"We want to know more about this wedding you think you're having." You say.
"Well, it's tonight, you all are coming, because weddings can't be official without any guests. I would explain more, but I haven't seen my fiancé Philly in a while."
"He's not your fiancé."
"Yes he is."
"What are you even doing with him? You better not be hurting him, asshole."
"I only hurt him when he refuses, and we're having a whole lot of fun together."
"I f*cking hate you."
"Sorry that Philly picked me!"
"HE DIDN'T PICK YOU! YOU KIDNAPPED HIM YOU SADISTIC SOCIOPATH!"
Silence falls upon the room.
"Say that once more and you'll get it." Ashley threatens before spinning on her heels and marching out the room, slamming the door shut once again.
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Phil's POV
I lie in a ball on the floor against the wall, listening to Y/N scream at Ashley.
All I want to do is bang on the wall, scream, cry, call for Y/N.
But no.
I don't even know what Ashley would do to me if I did that.
Besides, I'm too weak at the moment.
"Sorry about that, Philly." Ashley re-enters the room.
"Why are you on the floor? Come on, get up, there's a bed right next to you." She walks over to the trembling ball that is me.
She grabs my bruised wrist and throws me onto the red sheets of the bed.
"Should we get back to where we were at?" She climbs on top of me, straddling her legs over my stomach.
"G-G-Ge-G-Get o-off." I fail to throw her off of me.
She lies down on top of me and presses her nose to mine, her unclean breath right in my face.
"I know you want to wait until after the wedding, but I can't keep myself away from you for that long, Philly."
"There is no wedding!" I mentally congratulate myself on being able to finally say a full sentence without stuttering in this state and somehow push her off of me
"Yes there is." Ashley says, pinning me down again and climbing back on top of me.
"Y-Y-You're I-insane.."
She presses her nose against mine again and pulls my bottom lip down, opening my mouth slightly, allowing her breath to enter it.
"I'm not insane. I'm just in love."
She traces her hand down my trembling body, not once breaking eye contact with me.
"And I can't wait until the wedding. I can't stay away from the one I love for that long."
She grabs onto the top of my boxers and jeans.
"GET OFF!" I manage to cry, pushing her off me once again.
"LEAVE ME ALONE! GET AWAY FROM ME! STAY AWAY FROM ME! JUST GET OUT OF MY LIFE!"
I manage to stand up, half balling my fists in anger, half trembling in fear.
"Take that back, Philly!" Ashley places a hand on the bedside table.
"NO! LET ME GO! LET MY FRIENDS GO! THERE IS NO WEDDING! YOU NEED TO GO TO A F*CKING ASYLUM!"
I don't usually swear, but it just slips out.
"JUST ACCEPT THAT I LOVE YOU! LOVE ME BACK! EITHER WAY, WE WILL GET MARRIED!"
"NO WE WON'T!"
I step back as Ashley takes out a chloroform-covered cloth.
"Stay away from me."
She slowly steps closer to me, anger blazing in her eyes.
"Philly. I love you. You better love me. We will get married."
She leaps towards me, grabbing my shoulder and shoving the cloth in my face.
I try to say something, anything, but to no avail.
My eyes become heavy as I drop to the floor, my world ascends into darkness.
I'm tired.
I had such a horrible night last night.
We were doing Romeo and Juliet and I literally had one line (being that I was a chorus member bc it was people older than me doing the main parts). I was meant to come on and deliver a letter, accidentally inviting the Montagues to the Capulet's party.
I missed my fucking cue.
I was standing by the door to the wings, trying to listen for when I was meant to go in, but two boys were leaning against the door. I thought it wouldn't matter because I was told somebody would come and tell me when to come in anyway.
Nope.
A girl popped her head out and said, fucking hella fucking really pissed btw, "where was the messenger?!" And I was like shiiiiiit.
So now the entire drama club hates me.
Fun.
We've started doing stuff for the school musical today, that'll be aight.
I would like to rant about sooooooo many things atm, but I feel like this isn't the place to do it. I'll just silently rant in my brain to myself.
Bye lads.
~Noonpad~
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Fiksi PenggemarA new boy moves to your village. You become great friends with him, but will you become more than just friends? Drama is happening at school, at home and, well, everywhere! Will you be able to deal with it? Make choices as you read through this stor...
