The Mansion (One Direction)

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littlethingss11 writing 2014 / updated 2017

I open my eyes to an unfamiliar space; it almost looks like a hospital. I gasp oxygen into my lacking lungs, apparently alerts someone in the room.

"Miss Kinzer?" I begin to sit up, though it only leads to a drumming in my head from the dizziness.

"W-who are you?" I question in a haze.

"Doctor Michael. He was a little harsh wasn't he?" I'm guessing he is talking about Harry; the unwanted flashes of pain drum harder into my head. I look down to see bandages covering my scarred arms.

"Where is he?" Haze still makes my mind float, but fear makes only one face appear.

"Somewhere in this damned mansion," Michael replies as chills run up my spine.

"We are still here?" I don't ever remember having a medical practice in this madhouse, but after what has happened in it, my mind is accepting anything.

"Do you work for them as well?" I ask out of curiosity.

"Yes, why?" He looks at me with kind eyes.

"Just wondering," I mumble and pay unwanted attention to the pounding in my head. There is a small silence that falls between us, when I remember that Doctor Michael is the one who was there when I fainted in Liam's room. Strange I didn't pick up on it sooner. I guess the mansion has had an effect on me.

"While you are here, I would like to start you on birth control," Doctor Michael says and my heart drops to the floor. My birthday is only four days away now and I am running out of time, the boys' plans being revealed in truer colours. I would do anything for them not to take my virginity; I just can't let it happen.

"Yeah, I guess," My voice cracks under my faked indifference.

"I'm sorry sweetheart, don't cry," Michael sooths me as I feel the first tear breaks free.

"I can't do it, I have to leave. I don't belong here! I belong out there, in the real world, not this goddamn dollhouse!" I start to raise my voice and pace the room, ignoring the dizziness weighing me down.

"All I feel is pain! There is no air between these walls and I am trapped. Why me? I just don't understand. Why is there only pain and pain? I don't know if I can do this anymore! I feel so broken! I'm broken. Broken..." I start to breakdown, the air wheezing in my chest. I begin to kick and scream. I throw things around the clinic and Michael remains calm as I rage on. They are a toxication and I can feel their venom all over me. Their strings are tangled around me and have knotted themselves to my paralysis. I can't breathe, I begin to tear at the bandages on my arms, trying to rip the constraints. "Broken! Broken! Broken!" I scream and cry and I don't care who can hear. I rip my way through the dressings until I see it. Frozen, I read it over and over, again and again until the first glass-shattering scream erupts from my chest. Etched into my skin, red, roaring and ugly is the word.

DOLL

I clamp my arm in agony at the word, the word that is out to get me. The blood is still fresh on the surface as I collapse to the ground. Michael wraps his arms around me to contain me, but in a comforting way. As odd as the gesture seems, I calm immediately. Michael's stranger arms feel like a haven, like nothing can hurt me and I feel my throat burn and my muscles ache and my head spin as the aftermath hits.

"What the hell is going on here?" Louis barges into the clinic, along with my other four masters in suite. They all freeze at the sight in front of them. There is a breaking teenage girl, being held together by a thread by a 30-year-old doctor who she has known for merely five minutes and whole clinic is trashed from her violence.

"Alex, I think you have caused enough trouble for us today, I think rest will be the best option... go to bed, Alex" Zayn subtly demands to me. I unfortunately break from Michael's comfort to obey my order, not letting go of my arm, almost trying to shield myself from the word.

"As good as that idea is, I haven't completed my full examination and birth control prescription," Michael interjects as I head for the door, making everyone's heads turn toward him. I am mentally thanking him because I wasn't ready to be alone.

"Fine, I will be back in twenty minutes to escort you to your room," Louis says. With this, my five masters file out of the room.

After twenty minutes of examining, prescribing and tablet taking, Louis hangs by the door to lead me to my room. I give Michael a small smile and goodbye, feeling better that I had the time to fully calm down, before being taken, arm in arm, by Louis. As we enter my room, Louis reaches for my shoulder and turns my gently so my back is facing him. Confused with his actions, I struggle against him.

"Stay still, Alex," He demands gently. His fingers tamper with my bra strap, before sliding it down my shoulder, exposing the skin. I then feel his lips attach to the area, and they begin to suck bitter sweetly. My breathing picks up its pace as his Louis hands travel over my body, pulling at areas of material and exposing my goose bump covered skin underneath. I flinch in recognition of what's happening, though I cannot help myself, but melt into Louis' embrace. A mix of some sort of alter ego and terrifying curiosity concocts a dangerous plan making me turn toward him, his blue orbs streaked with lust. My pathetic attempt to be strong against him wears away and his lips connect to mine.

Without warning, Louis is walking me toward my bed and he slowly places me down on top of it as if I were made of porcelain, but he didn't want to break me this time. His built body is pressed into mine as our tongues dance slowly, intertwining themselves and devouring the moment. My mind had lost all self-control and Louis' lust pulls me entirely towards him. I feel him everywhere until he pauses, freezes almost. My eyes follow his whole body until I reach his eyes, but moreover what he was staring at.

"What the hell is this suppose to be?" He says shock, wide eyed and confused. The scraped and abused skin, DOLL, still burned bright. He edged his fingers closer to the burning injury, but I slip my arm away quickly. "Alex, tell me right now what that is, or I swear to-"

"It's nothing! It's-it's nothing you need to worry about." I struggle through my words quietly, feeling as if it was my fault anyway. Though from the darkening look in Louis' eyes, I can tell he isn't listening.

"I'm going to kill him..." His is becoming lost in his own head. Louis kisses my forehead and tucks me into bed, completely distracted, breaking our heated session. He soon closes the door and I can feel the heat disappearing from my body, and the fear filling my chest, but for once it wasn't for my own safety. Everything catches up to me, leading my mind collapses into the sheets. I sleep somewhat peacefully for the first time, dreaming about cutting strings and fresh air.