Girls || RICHIE TOZIER X READER

Chapter Two// Alternate Universe

The man pulled me into a dark wine coloured van, I screamed out and people noticed but no one helped.

Why won't anyone help me?

He threw me into the van, I fell harshly on the car's hard floor, the wind knocked out of me and I struggled to breathe.

Why me?

The thoughts all sped through my head and I couldn't get my mind around the fact that some random adult man had just thrown me onto the floor of a van.

I searched myself for my phone until I realized. I dropped my phone in my Mother's car.

You idiot.

I began crying until I looked next in the passenger side. There was the child from earlier.

He looked at me and pointed up, I look at him then look up.

What a disgusting pig.

This man had pictures of me; sleeping, eating, at school, in the bathtub, looking in the mirror, out with my friends, during special occasions, and even at the doctor's.

I felt sick, just dancing around the thin rope between conscious and unconscious. I felt the chunks rising in my throat.

You're oblivious.

Soon the car stopped and the child stood up, "Y/n, lay low and let me blind fold, Gag, and tie you up" I nodded my head and let the small boy Tie the black blindfold around my head.

I asked the boy his name "Jackson." He said offering me his small hand.

"How old are you?" I ask "9, now be quiet. I need to gag you before Skarsgård comes back."

I nodded my head and he put the ball around my head.

I lay silently in the van, it got darker, I heard light snoring and something cuddle up against my chest. I figured it was Jackson and soon passed out.

I woke up, when Jackson shook me carefully. "Y/n, wakeup. We're here" He untied me and took off the blindfold.

I took the gag off myself and stood carefully, my arms and legs were sore. He rubbed my shoulders and helped me out of the van.

I yawned, "where are we?" I ask. "I don't even know, it is most definitely another state though. I've been here around 3 years."

I look at him, my eyes full of sympathy "Oh, you poor baby." I pulled him into a hug and rubbed his back in a circular motion.

The man who I assumed was Skarsgård came and pulled us apart "Up, Now!" He pulled me, by my now short hair, I took in my surroundings.

We were under a freeway, yet, this one was different. It was enclosed and the only entry was a small crack, hidden by another arch in the support system.

He kept pulling me in, he was obvious a strongly built man, so his pulling hurt badly. He pulled me in and Jackson followed behind, holding my hand.

I groaned loudly when he threw me against a cement wall. "Wait here" he mumbled out, he walked to the crack and picked up a large broken piece of cinderblock. He covered the crack just enough so no one could leave.

"Holy hell" I said silently. Skarsgård came back and pushed me hard and Jackson pulled my hand in the direction to go.

"This way" he said guiding me to another area, this freeway underpass was gigantic. Jackson pulled me to another smallish building. Obviously, an old school house.

Skarsgård stopped in front if the door "Shut the fuck up, my children are sleeping." He pulled the door silently. I pulled Jackson onto my back and he whispered quietly into my ear.

"Shhh, the others are sleeping. If you wake them, Skarsgård will separate you from us and take away your personality. He practices black magic and is an actual superhuman. That's why he is so strong."

I continued walking as Jackson pointed me to the areas I was supposed to be going to.

He finally directed me to a small room in the back of the building, it was a long walk yet I made it, carrying a small child.

I would make a good mom

I smiled at the thought, "assuming you can survive this" Jackson claimed.

I gave him an odd look "if you survive, then you'd make a fantastic mom." I cocked my eyebrow "Skarsgård, he gave me the ability to read minds. If you stay here long enough, he'll do the same to you".

Skarsgård looked at me and pushed me onto a large pink and blue bed, it was striped down the middle and someone was laying on the blue side. Hidden with the covers, I fell onto the bed with, again, force, I landed on the soft bed earning a creak from the wooden legs.

"Sleep." He commanded, oddly enough, my eyes fell heavy and I passed out.