Behind The Glasses (Lauren/You)

Chapter Twenty Five

At the end of the chapter, please read my note. It's important and I promise it won't waste your time.

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Your POV

The only thing that currently had me wide awake on Milan's bed was all no thanks to my stomach as it was churning for three reasons.

1. My wounds and bruises. The damage that had been bestowed upon me was finally kicking in with no mercy at all, making it painfully impossible to sleep let alone breathe comfortably. I'm thankful of what Milan had done for me but I believe that I might've broken a bone or two, give or take that there was a tingling sensation on my fingertips were like when you'd sit on the toilet too long and your legs lose its ability to keep you standing up.

2. I'm extremely deprived from food. That last thing I had eaten was probably yesterday's breakfast and I'm sure that it's been twenty four hours since I've had anything in my stomach. It turns out that Milan doesn't eat the necessary amounts as a human should intake which really reminds me of Ina and how the two are so similar even though they've been apart for ten years. Just goes to show how the two siblings are as people and their similarities.

3. I can't stop shaking from the fear of never getting out of here. Of course I believe in Ina's abilities. She capable of many things and I have no shed of doubt that she'd find a thing or two to get my location but that didn't mean anything. I told the girls not to involve the police and I hadn't taken in consideration if the police wasn't an option to rescue me at the time. 

It was rather deranged to think that this day would ever come. You tell me one person who has had multiple dreams like mine who had continuously warned them about their doomed fate. I really did think I was going crazy and needed to go book myself a therapist to believe that I was no longer sane but here I am as my dreams have predicted. 

Now back to thinking how I could communicate with Ina was going to be hard. I'm sure by now she's figured out about the file for the system 'Busted Fashion' and searched for the Timberlands but I still wanted to talk to her about who was going to get the three of us out of here. I was craving for some kind of interaction with my best friend as well which made me wonder how she was holding up at this moment. I'm eager to speak with the girls at this point too.

Then something in my head lit up. My phone. For sure the girls have my phone and I'm sure Ina tried tracking the IP address of those messages. So if someone in this building has the phone they messaged from to my phone or at least a phone in general, I can be in touch with the girls.

I pushed my upper body up but of course I struggled and groaned in pain loud enough for the two guys to jump up from being startled and began scanning around the room for any danger. The two sighed in relief knowing that all I wanted was to sit up so Xander propped me up against the headboard with a pillow.

"You alright Y/N?" I nodded my head and pointed to my throat, motioning that I needed water. Milan seemed to act faster as he reached down under the bed for a brand new water bottle. He unscrewed the cap and I took it in my hands to gulp down the droplets of heaven that was going to give my speech back.

"Thank you." I sighed and screwed the lid back on. "What time is it right now?"

"It's around eight in the morning." Milan turned to his table that had an analog clock. I groan at how restlessly tired I am with this insomnia like state and comb my hands between my hair.

"What are you thinking about?" Xander asked as he slightly tapped my arm to shake me out of my dazed position.

"Thinking of a way how to communicate to the girls because if the police show, that might not be the best idea. I need them to talk to someone that is willing to come take us out of here without the police being involved head on."