For You | bws

chapter fourteen

Brad

I woke up to an empty bed, Maddie had gone out on a run. She left a text just in case I panicked, which I did, until I actually checked my phone. Today the boys and I are heading to the studio to work on some new music with Joe and Dean will be there too.

Maddie said her mum is coming today - between ten and eleven, to talk about something that I have no clue of.

I frantically jog down the stairs and as I reach the bottom, Maddie walks in while pulling her earphones out of her ears, panting to get her breath back.

"Have a nice run?" I asked with a smile, she just nodded, trying to steady her breathing. Maddie took off her jumper and held it in her hand and slowly walked towards me.

"Can I have a hug?" She said with tired eyes.

"You're covered in sweat!" I giggled.

"Please!" She whined, I shook my head and spread my arms to embrace her small body. She released a loud sigh and her breathing started to regulate again.

"Right, you go and have a nice long bath before your mum arrives. I'm going to the studio but I should be back for six." I said, she just nodded and pulled away from me.

"I'm going in the bath." She said in a croaky voice - it's clear to say going for a run isn't the best idea when you can't sleep.

"Enjoy." I kissed her forehead before leaving her to get changed and relax.

"See you tonight sweetheart!" I shout up the stairs as I grab my keys.

"See you tonight! I love you!" She shouted back, her voice low and croaky.

"I love you too!" I shout back before leaving and heading towards the car.

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"Con, can you come in the recording booth please?" Joe asked as he held a piece of paper in his hand. Con stood up and walked towards Joe who was standing in the doorway of our little 'relaxing room'.

"Brad, you're next. We'll come back for you when we're done." Joe said, I nodded and went back to strumming the guitar that rested on my lap. James was writing down some notes for the next album - about the cover and where photo shoots will be held. You'd think that our management would do that but they leave it up to us, basically they give us more of a choice since it's our album. Tris is lightly drumming to one of the new songs we have just finished, it's called Boy Without A Car.

(if you're confused about this read the first author's not at the very beginning and it will explain everything!)

All of us were just minding our own business, doing what we do and doing it with such concentration, like Tris. When he's drumming he is always so into it and once he is there's no stopping until the song is finished. He just goes on and on.

Twenty minutes went by and Con is still recording in the recording booth in the other room. He wrote a song called Talk Show and he wanted to have a song just for him, so that was all of his work.

I've been sat playing the guitar for twenty minutes, just random notes, zoning out into my own little world, and I finally came across something that sounded perfect. Something soft, meaningful and beautiful. I quickly scrambled around trying to find a piece of paper and a pen to write the notes down, but was disturbed when Con came back with Joe.

"Brad, it's your turn to record." Con said pointing his thumb towards the door.

"I'm coming, I just need to write this down." I said and scribbled the very few notes down on the paper. I quickly dropped the pen and put the guitar to the side and walked towards Joe who was waiting to go along to the recording room.

Emilia

I stared angrily at the most dangerous man I have ever known. His dark hair and his broad shoulders made him look so intimidating - along with his sunken eye sockets and his very visible cheek bones, of course from the drugs and alcohol addition.

My lips pursed together as the anger flowed through my bloodstream, I'm not going to lie, I am terrified, but I have to stay strong for Lena. If she gets hurt it is what I do to prevent that, if I make a move, then Daniel has his 'rules' on the punishment, which is hurting Lena - because he knows how painful it is for me.

"You have your mother's eyes," Daniel said roughly as we held a bottle of beer in his hand.

"..and her nose.." He continued. It angered me to see him touching Lena, with those filthy hands and his awfully rough skin.

I kept tugging on the thin plastic wire that was tied tightly to my wrist, tears still streaming from my eyes, but I quickly wiped them away. I couldn't show my fears, I couldn't show him how scared I really am, or I'll just seem weak and defenceless.

"Be quiet sweet cheeks..you'll wake the baby." He said with a disgustingly large grin, pointing over to the crib that was right next to where he sat. I shot him a glare and inwardly groaned at how frustrated and angry he makes me. I kept lightly shaking the wire on the hollow wall, to make it look like I'm doing it accidentally.

Daniel rose from his seat ever so quickly, my head snapped towards him as he pointed a finger right in my face. He towered over me as I was sitting on the dusty floor, the creaking floor boards beneath us creaking with every move.

"Don't make me-" Daniel started, but was cut off by a loud phone ringing from outside of the room the three of us were in. Daniel groaned and quickly walked out of the room. I watched him, carefully, and noticed he put something on the table directly opposite this room. It was a small, hand-held object that was black, I couldn't really make it out, but maybe if I kneeled on my knees I would be able to see.

I heard Daniel pick up the phone and answer with an annoyed sounding 'hello', after hearing a fully going conversation between Daniel and the person on the other side of the phone, I slowly moved my cramped body to face the door and shifted my legs under my body. I then propped myself on to my knees, slightly shaking from fear, and shakily got on my knees to get a better look at the object.

My knees wobbled every now-and-then, but that didn't stop me. This could be something vital, something important, and it's right in front of me. I took a deep breath and steadied myself, the murmured voice of Daniel could still be heard, I rise even higher on knees and raise my head to catch a glimpse of this mysterious object.

I then spot the black, rectangular shaped item on the table, it looks awfully familiar. I quickly catch another glance before hearing the phone being slammed down and Daniel's heavy footsteps heading back this way. I quickly sit back down on the floor, just to make myself look innocent. This time, he didn't pick the item back up, he left it there on the table. Daniel sat back down in his chair and took a gulp of his beer. I turn away from the door and sit back on the floor, my wrist still tied tight.

Then it hit me. That item. It's my phone! I can get help! But how? He's constantly watching Lena and I. Unless I can think of a way to make him go back out of the room..

I'll have to think about this, it may take until tomorrow, or even a couple days, as long as it gets us out of here I'll take as long as I need to to figure out how to get him out. But he just won't move, he's too busy watching me and some times Lena. Some times he just sits and stares at me for a few minutes, goodness knows what he thinks about - I don't think I want to know either.

Time to start thinking.

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