The Cost of Freedom Is High

Shit's About To Get Real

I rolled back over for the umpteenth time, now facing Tyler once again. It had been about an hour and a half since I first went into his bed.

Sleep refused to come to me.

"Fuck it." I grumbled, throwing the covers back and walking downstairs.

Everyone still appeared to be passed out, whether in the confines of their own rooms or scattered around on the floor, and furniture.

I was on the edge of screaming, knowing that I had been able to taste freedom, but had it denied.

I guess I couldn't blame it all on Chance though.

"Bella?" Someone groaned.

"Yeah." I replied.

"I need you to go and get something for me." James said, making a slow and stumbly entrance into the room.

"Are you okay?" I wondered.

"I'll make it. I'm about 80% hungover and 20% drunk. It's not the first time. Anyways, I need you to go into our main bedroom, look in the drawer next to my bed, and grab the alka seltzer along with the box of electrolyte powder.." James instructed me.

"Okay, anything else?" I asked.

"No, just come back to the kitchen." He stated.

I left to quickly run upstairs. I'd never seen anyone quite that hungover. Based on the fact that he was the first one to get up, I could assume the others would probably be worse. Except of course the people who didn't drink, and just got drugged up by Chance some how.

Asking's room was actually pretty empty.

Cameron and Sam were both in their beds, and sleeping. Not bothering to try and tiptoe or be quiet I just got over to James' drawer pulled out the two things, shut it, and made my way back downstairs.

"Here you go." I said, handing him both things as he was leaning up against the kitchen counter.

"Thanks." He muttered.

"No problem."

"Go ahead and start making breakfast, everyone else will probably start getting up within a few." James instructed.

"Will do." I replied.

He went over to one of the chairs and just sat down. That made me feel a bit better, he did not look that stable.

I was a little confused as to what exactly was the best for a hangover, but I figured toast with peanut butter, and scrambled eggs with bacon would suffice.

Even with the fact that I absolutely loathed cooking bacon.

About 20 minutes into the breakfast prep, slowly but surely people were starting to wake up.

Chris and Danny had just come down here and sat down on the other side of the counter.

"Good morning." Danny grumbled, his hair a mess.

I put my head down, and continued to work. I wasn't 100% positive on what exactly had gone down, but based on what I'd seen earlier I had a pretty good idea.

"Is something wrong?" Chris asked.

"No, sir." I muttered, pulling my arm back as oil shot out at my arm burning it a tiny bit.

"Let's talk a bit about what happened last night before everyone gets up." Danny suggested, but knowing him I knew it really wasn't a choice.

"I don't remember a single thing. The last memory I had was downstairs and laying next to Michael. Next thing I know I'm waking up in between you two this morning." I answered.

"Don't lie, Bella." Danny cautioned me.

"I'm not. I swear. I mean I can take a damn good guess as to what happened, but I can't be a hundred percent sure of it." I admitted.

"Shut up, you fuckers." Ben grumbled, turning over to once again sleep.

"We'll talk later, for now just keep working." Chris stated, getting up and leaving with Danny.

What the fuck?

In guess I shouldn't care, they were gone anyways.

I finished up cooking everything, and managed to plate it one some platters and I carefully brought it down to the large dining room we had.

"Hey, breakfast is done and on the table." I announced for what seemed like the millionth time, but this time peeking my head into BMTH's bedroom.

"Ughhh." Matt Nicholls groaned.

"Do you want to come down, or should I bring something up?" I asked.

"What's everyone else doing?" Jordan wondered.

"Most everyone's coming down, Escape the Fate's the only guys who I know that just wanted to stay." I replied.

"We'll be down in a few." Oli answered.

"Okay." I said, and headed back down to the dining room.

"Hey sexy." Kuza stated, walking down the hallway with me, coming from the other hallway.

"Hey drunk." I responded.

"I barely scratched the surface compared to some of the others." Kuza laughed.

"Trust me, I know." I replied.

"Thanks for making breakfast." He thanked me.

"It's not like I had a choice." I stated.

He grabbed my arm, with a little bit of force and turned my body so that I was looking at him.

"There's no reason to act like that Bella." Kuza scolded me.

"Whatever." I huffed, breaking my arm out of his grip and continuing down the hallway.

They were the bad guys, all of them, including Tyler and Kuza.

Chance was right, I am strong, but the moment I put my guard down even more towards the two of them I'll have gotten myself in quite a predicament.

I had to see through Tyler and Kuza's niceness, I couldn't fall for it.

I wouldn't.


Well, that's what I'll keep telling myself.

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Later that night (around midnight)

I was lying down on one of the couches across from the TV in the main front living room, and it felt so nice to be able to just take a break. I talked as little as possible, and just tried to keep to my own business throughout the rest of the day.

It didn't really work the best, and I could tell that it was starting to piss them off.

That wasn't my problem though.

At the moment we were watching Breakfast Club, and the other people in the room consisted of Phil, Alan, Alex, Oli, Chris, Denis, Ghost, and Craig.

As I was watching the screen I quickly noticed from the reflection off of the TV that Tyler was coming into the room, right behind me.

"Go away." I whispered, as he finally made his way directly behind the couch.

"Bella, don't start." He replied, silent as well.

"No." I grumbled, as he picked me up, and maneuvered himself so that he was lying down on the couch and I was pressed up against him with my back to his chest.

I tried to zone out Tyler, and his wandering hands and to my surprise it worked pretty well.

My eyes focused on the screen and I zoned everything but the 5 characters out.

An hour or so passed, and that's when Tyler decided to step things up a bit.

I felt his hand slowly go along my waist, then my hip, then my thigh and just as he was about to go lower, I lost it.

"Knock it the fuck off!" I yelled, pushing off his body and standing up.

"Bella." Tyler warned me in a pretty threatening voice.

"No, I'm beyond done." I growled, and marched out of the room, heading into one of the smaller bedrooms that only had one bed in it.

I was done being treated like a little toy.

I wasn't theirs.

I wasn't anyone's.

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Tyler's POV -

As soon as we all knew that Bella was out of sight and hearing distance, the TV was shut off.

"Something is up with her, because she's been like this basically all day." Chris stated.

"I know, and normally she's a bit more lax with me, but she's got something going on, and I'm not sure talking will get it taken care of." I told them.

"This is going to seem a bit out there, but I think it would work. We should take her down to the house in Las Vegas." Ghost suggested.

That brought a bit of a hush over the room.

"If we were to do that, we'd have to change just about everything that we're doing, and if we're not all on the same page, sharing the intensity of training her then it'll never work." Chris replied.

"I'm willing." I said.

"Do we all agree?" Chris asked.

"Yes." Everyone agreed.

"I guess than we should go tonight to arrive in the morning. Only 8 people besides her can go though, so who do we think should go?" Chris polled us.

"I say you go, along with Ghost, Ricky, Ryan, Balz, Michael, DJ, and Tyler." Craig offered up.

Really no surprise.

"I think that's the best option as well." Oli announced.

"Okay then, I guess I'll go let the other guys know, and then Tyler and Ghost if you don't mind finding Bella and getting her into the car in a few hours when we know she's actually asleep." Chris said.

"Will do." I told him.

"Awesome, let's do this damn thing." Ghost whopped energetically.

I shared the same energy about this, I think we all did.

Bella seemed to have forgotten what her role is while living here, and that was not going to be acceptable anymore.

She had chance after chance to change, and even with the slack Kuza and I gave her she was still uncooperative, even to small point.

Things were about to change though.

Sure, she'd been through different trainings, but this was something entirely new. This was the real deal, intense submissive training that she'd probably only had nightmares about.

Unfortunately those were about to come all to true for her.

If only she'd trusted me.