Unpredictable (A Lashton Fanfic)

Chapter Fifty-One - Darkness.

The flight from Seattle to Los Angeles only took about two and a half hours, and soon I found myself in yet another rental car on my way to a house on the Pacific Coast Highway that may or may not be the place I die in. Shawn had been trying to talk to me ever since we had landed, but I either would nod in agreement to whatever he was saying or avoid any type of reply at all. I’m sure he knew by now that something was up, especially since yesterday I had been so animated and ready to ask him every question under the sun, but at this point I didn’t care. I wanted to go ahead and get this over with so I could hopefully get back to Ashton and show him just how much he means to me.

            I wouldn’t die tonight. Nash, Cameron, Nathan, and Shawn could try and take me down, but I’d fight back harder than I’ve ever fought anyone in my life and make sure that I was not going to take my last breath until I apologized to Ash. Sure, it’s going to be four against one, but after all I’ve been through I’ve built enough strength and power to know I’ll be able to at least try and protect myself.

            It wasn’t until ten minutes later that the GPS announced we had reached our destination, and the first thing I noticed about the white mansion in front of me was how nice it was. Palm trees lined the gravel driveway, intricately carved columns held the foundation to the wide wraparound porch, and there was a large swimming area complete with a hot tub and an infinity pool on the side facing the ocean. I knew Nash and Cameron were famous on social media, but I had no idea that they were famous enough to own a beachfront masterpiece like this one.

            Shawn tried to take my hand as we made our way to the stained glass front door, but I refused by sticking mine in my pockets instead. I couldn’t touch him now or ever again, and that felt so strange to say after last night.

            I could hear Cameron and Nash’s approach before I saw them, and when they opened the door I had to squint to see them in the darkness.

            They looked the same as the last time we had met; the only difference was the blonde streak in Nash’s hair that I wouldn’t have noticed without my enhanced vision. The porch light suddenly flipped on at that moment, illuminating their red eyed silhouettes, and by this time my heart was racing like I had just got through running a marathon. I shouldn’t be here. It wasn’t right. I should be back in Florida with Ashton, not standing in the presence of three people who wanted nothing more than to kill me.

            “Hey, guys,” Cameron was the first to break the silence, and I couldn’t decide if I was thankful for that or not. When his eyes met mine he smiled a smile that I was sure was meant to be welcoming, but instead caused the fear I had been trying to suppress to come rushing to the surface. “Come on in.”

            I was the last to enter simply because I was contemplating whether or not I’d be able to run away without them noticing, and the door closed behind me with a loud sound of finality.

            The house was as extravagant on the inside as it was on the outside, diamond chandeliers hanging overhead and expensive looking portraits and pottery lining the dark colored walls, and I absently took a seat on a white leather couch while Shawn, Nash, and Cameron sat across from me.

            “So,” Nash said cheerfully. “How did you enjoy Seattle, Luke?” As I looked at him the memories of our last encounter came flooding back, and all I could see when I closed my eyes was the image of him leaning over me with a sly and conniving smile on his face. Nash must have noticed my hesitation at conversing with him because he suddenly put his arm around Cameron and focused his attention on Shawn instead. “I heard you’re going on tour with Austin Mahone. You’re coming up in the world, aren’t you?”

            Shawn rolled his eyes. “I guess, but it’s not like I’ve agreed to anything just yet. I really want to tour with him, but it would take me away from Luke over here and that’s something I’m not sure I’ll be able to cope with.”

            I fought the urge to laugh. “You’ll be fine without me.”

            Shawn gave me another confused glance before turning back to Nash and Cameron. “What have you guys been up to?”

            “A lot of things, actually,” Cameron said, all the while not taking his eyes off of the phone he was cradling in his hands. “We’ve had tons of award shows and TV commercial shoots to go to, millions of photoshoots, and we’ve uploaded hundreds of new YouTube videos. It’s good to stay busy I guess, but sometimes I think we stay too busy. Nash and I barely have any time to spend on our own because Carter is always with us.”

            “Pity,” I muttered, earning myself strange looks from across the room.

            We sat in an awkward silence for what felt like forever, and there was a sort of tension and electricity in the air that did little to calm my steadily racing heart and shaking hands. There was evil in this house, so much that I’m sure even a human would have been able to sense it, and the more seconds that ticked by without any of us saying a word the more fearful I became.

            Nash stood up abruptly, obviously done with waiting for something or someone to break the silence, and absently walked behind me to the window, pulling back the curtains and peering out onto the perfectly manicured front lawn. After standing there for a few moments he turned back around and gave Shawn and Cameron an almost imperceptible nod. At this point my heart was threatening to beat right out of my chest, and I had to take a few deep breaths to calm myself before anyone noticed just how nervous I really was.

            I had gotten so accustomed to the silence in the room that when Nash finally spoke I had to stop myself from jumping up in fear. “Hey, Luke, do you want to come see our movie theater? I can guarantee it’s the nicest one you’ve ever been in.”

            I nodded, completely oblivious to the fact that I was making a costly mistake, and followed Nash, Cameron, and Shawn down a narrow hallway that led to a large black and white painted room. Two rows of red chairs were set up diagonally in front of a large projection screen that was hanging against a wall, and I had to admit it was a very nice addition to the already lavish mansion. If it had of been in anyone else’s house I probably would’ve been jealous, but I refused to be jealous of anything Nash Grier and Cameron Dallas owned—especially since I knew they had to kill to get most of it.

            “This is nice, isn’t it?” Nash commented from his place by the door. He suddenly started laughing, and I realized he was laughing at the fact that I was still standing. “You can sit down you know, Luke.”

            I sighed and took the nearest available seat, the smallest one right in front of the screen. “Happy now?”

             “Yes,” Nash’s voice sounded closer than before, and by the time I realized he was standing behind me it was too late to stop the chains he was holding from being tied around my wrists. Cameron suddenly appeared in front of me, carrying yet another pile of chains, and I was caught so off guard that I didn’t have a chance to fight these, either. He wrapped them so tightly around my waist that I was having trouble breathing, and I probably would’ve passed out anyway if they hadn’t of beat me to it. The last thing I saw before everything went black was Nash leaning over me with his fist raised, and Cameron and Shawn standing off to the side with sly and content smiles on their faces.