ROADTRIP IMAGINES

Brooklyn Wyatt and RoadTrip: You Sold Me?! PT 1

*Content Warning*

DD/LG, GROUPIE, SUB/LITTLE, DADDY KINKS,&BDSM

-Andrea's POV-

Today was a super long day for me as per usual. I went to school, then I went to work, and now here it is 2 am on a Friday night. My mom texted me earlier saying that when I got home we had to talk. I guess it's something important my parents had to tell me about that couldn't wait until morning apparently.

I pull up in the driveway and quickly shut off my car so that I can get inside to get this talk over with that way I can go to fucking bed. I am exhausted beyond belief.

"Mom, dad I'm home." I say loud enough for them to hear me.

"In the living room love!" My mom hollers. I hear chattering in the living room that's more than just my parents.

I step into the living room where 5 other men are sitting around the coffee table chuckling with my parents. "Mom, dad what's going on? It's 2 am and people are at our house." I say. 

"Oh honey this is what we wanted to talk to you about. These fine gentlemen are going to be taking you to their home in London, England. They actually bought you, so you need to go pack your things. You leave in 2 hours for your flight." My dad says non-nonchalantly.

"Are you fucking serious? You gave me away to a group of British snobs who probably don't know their left ass cheek from their right? And they have fancy tea and crumpets and shit. Jesus you are unbelievable selling your fucking kid. Your 17 year old daughter! Fucking dicks." I say loudly pissed off. 

"Hey, they aren't horrible people dear. They are nice boys, but 4 are British and one is Irish.And we are having financial issues. We can't take care of you anymore." Mom says. 

"Fuck you. There's this thing called selling your shit that you don't use for money instead of piling it in a room, up to the damn ceiling!" I yell.

"Well love you need to go pack your things. We leave in 2 hours. Go on now." A blonde boy says. I glare at him.

"Go to hell. You have to find me before you even get remotely close to me." I say turning off my phone, and running out the door. I know they could track my car so I run as fast as I can. I run until I find a bridge with a dark cubbyhole that nobody would suspect.

I slip myself in there and stay hidden for awhile. They probably didn't even see me, so things will be fine. They will disappear and go back to London in 2 hours then I can go back home secretly grab my shit, then leave this shit state so that nobody can find me. 

I'm so scared and upset that my parents would do this horrid shit. Their fucking rich, how can they not afford to take care of me? Doesn't make sense literally they're millionaires. I just don't get it. 

I begin to close my eyes and drift off to sleep, because in 2 hours time they will be across the world again and they will leave me alone. 

-Brooklyn's POV-

"Right, we will be looking for our little one. Don't worry about her things, we will take her shopping at home. Come we must find her." I say to the boys. The reason the Williams' sold their daughter was because Mrs. Williams is pregnant and she wants Andrea gone. It was part of some agreement with Blair when they were all teens or some shit. 

She literally has belonged to us for her whole life and she doesn't even realize it yet. 

"Do you have any idea where she may be Isaiah?" Mikey asks.

"When she was a kid she always took me to this cubbyhole in the bridge a couple miles down the road. It was her favorite place to be. I'd check there. She's probably hiding there." He says. We nod and head off to this bridge.