Blood, Sweat, and Tears (An Austin Mahone Fanfiction)

Hell Hotel

I waken by the beeping of the car door opening right in front of me. I begin to moan but I'm gently shushed by my new "father" I think they call it. My eyes pop out of my head as he presses his finger to my mouth. Um.. What the fuck? Bitch, where have your hands been? I'm swept up into a cradle positioned around my father's shoulders. I struggled to break free and fell to my knees. Brushing off my knees I said "I'm fine, thank you. I'm 15 I can walk on my own." "Well we just wanted to make you feel comfortable with us." They embraced each other as if they had rehearsed it a million times. I swear I'm being filmed right now.

"Thanks but no thanks." I tried to sound as nice as possible. I stumbled to the hotel door that seemed to have a hole in their wall. I walked toward it and my face slammed into a screen. I yelped and drew back. My owners, what I'll be calling my "parents", chuckle a little but quickly stop. I walked forward and the screen drew open. I jumped back and pissed my pants (not literally). I was 15 and I've never seen an automatic door in my life. I was getting weird, disgusted looks from the staff inside, but honestly I was ignoring them. I walked in and out if the hotel doorway about 20 times trying to find exactly when the door opened. The man standing by the door shoved me away back to my owners. They were checking in. When I got there, I heard something about a presidential suit. Okay so I rode in a limo and now I'm meeting the president!?

We walked into a hallway were we stood in front of two more doors. I walked forward but they wouldn't open. I pushed on it think maybe it was a regular door. Nope. There was nothing to pull with. I was confused. All of a sudden I heard a ding and shit my pants as the doors opened and a man with a luggage cart exited. My owners were holding back there laughter as I hesitantly entered.

"This is an elevator" my man owner explained. "It's a quick way to get to a high floor without taking the stairs." A device that reduces exercise, perfect! The "elevator" shifted and we began moving up. After a few moments I started freaking out. I felt the walls were closing in. I could feel my air supply weaken and weaken. I started banging on the walls and pushing the walls back out. My female owner grabbed me and held. She shushed me and told me to close my eyes. I followed instructions and felt instantly comforted.

The elevator stopped and I opened my eyes. I thought it was over, I was wrong. Turns out our elevator was stuck in between the 9th and 10th floor. I lost it, I began bawling and running around the tiny space trying to move each wall back. I wish I could control myself but my mind was controlling my body and I couldn't help it. I sat on the ground and began kicking the door. It was only 5 minutes but it felt like 5 years, the elevator finally started moving again. My wheezing stopped and I rode in silence to the 14th floor.

I sprinted out the door and ran to the wall. SPACE! I felt okay and my breathing returned to normal. I followed my owners down the hall to our room. Room 125, room 126, finally to room 135. My male owner took out what seemed like a credit card and swiped it through the door. I'm not sure how or why but it unlocked and the door opened. Let me just say, this one room was bigger than the whole shelter. I walk to the couch and arrange myself onto the couch. I was ready to fall asleep when I was lifted up and assisted to a door. Eyes half opened half closed, I was shown to what I think was a bedroom. I threw myself onto what I hope was a bed and drifted off.

Dreamland:

I awake in this beautiful meadow with tall grass, flowers, and the smell of pollen. I feel so relaxed. In front of me was a small pond with a few large rocks and a beautiful waterfall. There are young girls, maybe my age, who look like Barbie dolls sitting on the rocks. They motion for me to come over. I say no but my dream self is controlling my movements. I try to turn back but I'm locked into a straight path heading towards them.

"Are you new here" the blonde one says.

"We could always use the extra body" one of the brunettes said.

I began to speak no, but no words come out. Instead I stand there, mouth open, nodding my head.

"Michael will take good care of you" the blonde said. I turn around and a tall, slender guy stands towering over me with a $100 bill in his hands. He puts the money in my bra and I smack his hand. He smirks and grabs my hand. We walk about 5 steps and the background changes into an ally way. We walk by a dumpster where I'm picked up and thrown in. I look up to see the man hoping in to, then darkness. I fell the weight if the man on my legs and I begin to yelp. I thrash my arms around trying to find the top of the dumpster to escape. The man intertwines his hand into mine and sucks my neck.

"Oh my god get off me!" I yell. He covered my mouth so after "my" was just mumbles. His dirty hards was replaced by a cold, chapped, force on my lips. I didn't understand what was going on until I felt the wiggle of a tongue slid into my mouth. His hands reach up my body to by breast area. I quickly slap his hands away and bite his tongue. I think I tasted some of the blood honestly. As he jerked away I pushed my hands up finding the top. I pull myself up but he grabs my waist. I scream for help but nothing comes out. I thrash around trying to break free but his grip loosens. I turn to see his face bloody lying in the trash. I turn back around to a shadow with a hoodie offering me a hand. I get out of the dumpster and see the bloody baseball bat in his hands. He chucks it into the dumpster as I thank him. I offer him the $100 as a thank you but he silently shakes it off. I put it in my pocket.

"So who are you exactly, and why did you rescue me?" He began to remove his hoodie and a golden light shined. I didn't see anything. Instantly, I awoke with my owners hovering over me and something cold on my head.