American Idiot || 5SOS au On hold

Chapter 4

   There was a fast halt, and the cars engine was cut. A few seonds later, light from outside was visible for a second, before Michael and Ashton came in and shut the doors again. I was still stuck in the stupid seat, and now all five of these fucking retards are in here.

   Ashton makes his way over to a small metal drawer. I didn't realize there was a drawer there; well typical me, missing the obvious. He pulled out a small cloth, and started bringing it towards my face. Oh fuck no, not happening today!

    I started wriggling around in my restraints, because I don't want to be fucking chloroformed! I was doing pretty well, until Ashton yelled at the boys to help him. They undid my restraints at first, but then Michael and Luke held my arms and legs really tight, while Calum was kind of cradling me like a baby. Ashton then puts the cloth to my face, and as I get sleepier, I feel Michael and Luke let go of my arms, and Calum starts to bring me outside of the car. All I see before I pass out is a big house, which is now where I'll be staying.

 ~8 Hours Later~

     I wake up really naesous, probably from the chlorofom... idiots. I'm in a bedroom, and a real comfy bed. Looking at the small alarm clock, I see thats its about 6:00 pm, so I wanted to get up to do something. I'll be here for a while, whether I'm being hurt or not.

     Sitting up to get out of bed, I feel two arms tighten their grip around me. I quickly turn around to find Michael holding on to me. I try to get out again, but Michael's arms tighten around me even more. It was kind of hurting now, and I don't really feel like getting in trouble with them this fast, so I just slowly lay back down next to Michael.

    As I lay down, Michael pulls me closer to him. He is really warm and cuddly, but I don't really feel comfortable with one of the people who kidnapped me getting all up close and personal with me. Usually in a situation like this, I would probably be beating the shit out of him right now, but I just don't know. He never really did anything to me; he didn't even really run after me in the airport.

     Maybe he is different; it's most likely a no for that. I mean every story a person tell, the kidnapper or kidnappee fall in love and everything ya that's great for them. That's not what I'm thinking like; I think he could be a person who doesn't want to hurt me maybe you know? Maybe he is like one of those brotherly figures.

      My thoughts and assumptions are disrupted as I feel something hit my bum. Hopefully it's not - it is. I feel Michael's rising dick on my ass; not the nicest feeling in the world at the moment. I hear him grunt a few times, but at the end of the last one, hear him faintly say  'Fiona'. He then says it louder, and another time louder, but then it goes back down to a hushed noise. I decide that I can't deal with this any longer. "Michael?" I kind of ask, shaking him to wake up. "Michaaaaeeeeell." I try one more time. "MICHAEL!"

      "Huh, what? Oh hey Fi."

     "Uhhhh, hi! Yeah I'm just a tad bit uncormfortable, because your dick is literally pushing against my ass, and you were saying my name while sleeping! And NEVER call me Fi again, only friends get to call me that.

      "Okay Fiona, but on a different note, you look VERY sexy today. Are you aware of what you do to all of us? I mean listen around the house for a second." I listen for a second, and I can hear faint groans from various places. "Who do you think those boys are thinking about?"