~ Coachella [A Dolan Twins Fanfiction] ~

~ Chapter Cinco [5] ~

warnings: none, some swearing though, but enjoy~!

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"Thank you all so fucking much!" I scream out to the crowd and crouch down to give the people closest to the stage a high five. 

The sun is setting, leaving a crimson sky in its place. On the horizon, the desert looks golden with the light reflected on it, and there are hints of the city on the skyline. The Ferris wheel silhouette is dark compared to the sky, and it looks extremely picturesque, and I find the want to take an Instagram picture. 

I beam with happiness as I walk backstage, feeling a rush of exhaustion as I sit down on one of the chairs. 

"Ms. Paris?" I look up as my name is said by the stage director. "A person has come to see you. Well, more like two people." 

I sigh, expecting a fan or something. "Where are they?" 

"In the VIP area, just head to the right down that hallway and you should come out see some sunlight and you're there!" I wave my hand and give him a 'thank you'. 

I grab my purse and sling it over my shoulder, then take a drink of my water to cool down. Being on stage was one of the most amazing, life-changing things I've ever experienced. Just having the crowd sing to the songs I made in my bedroom was one of a kind. 

I smile, tired out but utterly content with life. If they invite me back next year to perform, I'll gladly take it. I then remember back to my family. Gosh, I wish I could stay here even one more day. Being here with my family would have been a whole different experience. 

I think back to the day before I left for Coachella. The light that lit up my sisters' eyes when my mom said she could come, thinking back to it, breaks my heart. She might be a horrible little demon from the pits of hell but Elloise had dreams too, and, as much as I hate to admit it, I wanted to see her happy and successful. If that meant experiencing Coachella, then I suppose I should have brought her. 

Then again, it would have been unsafe for her. The things people do here is completely inappropriate, and this would not have been a good environment for her. 

I stop in my tracks. Where did they take Alexander? 

I decided to just finish meeting these two people and then I'd figure it out.

As I walk down the hallway, I get a bad feeling. From the people I'm going to meet. Something inside me tells me that they aren't going to be kind, but I keep myself open-minded. They're just fans. It'll be fine. 

Fine.

I look at my feet as I walk down some stairs, and my eyes are blinded temporarily from the light difference. I blink to clear it and see two men, but before I can fully comprehend who they are, a black bag covers my head and I feel the hard hit of a bat against my skull. I instantly fall unconscious. 

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I wake up strapped to a chair, in a dimly lit room beside a lightbulb hanging from the ceiling. My ankles are chained to the legs of the chair, and my hands are behind my back, locked in handcuffs. 

I also notice that whoever did this to me failed to restrict my voice. I yell out "someone, help me!" pointlessly because I was sure as hell I was nowhere near someone who was willing to 'help' me. 

"Hello, little Miss Paris." A husky voice came from the shadows. I frantically searched, but my eyes strained against the darkness. This light did nothing. 

"What do you want from me?" I ask, lowering my voice. 

"Oh, nothing." A man steps out of the darkness. Dark hair, brown eyes, scruff on his chin, and two black earrings. He looked vaguely familiar, but I couldn't put a finger on where I'd seen him before. 

"Let me guess, you're gonna sell me on the black market?" I take a stab at it, and the man begins to circle around my chair, still about two feet away from me as he surveys me. 

He takes a moment to answer. "Not exactly, but I do indeed like this game of ours~" He smirks. 

"Care to tell me your name?"

This mystery man stops in front of the chair and crouches down. He places his hands on my knees, sending a shiver through my spine at the slightest of touches. "Call me... Ethan." 

I bite my lip. "So, Ethan." I lean forward. "What reason did you have to bring me here?" 

We were merely inches apart at that point. Ethan stared into my eyes, and I stared right back. He stands up, and I straighten myself.

"Well, you have a perfect influence in society for what my boss has in store, and even more perfectly, he knows you well enough to be able to blackmail you into doing what he pleases." Ethan chuckles darkly as if he knows how twisted he is. 

"Could you deliver little Mr. Alexander White a message for me?" I ask, a smile playing on my lips. 

"And what could that be?" 

"Fuck him," I say quickly and without warning. Ethan cocked an eyebrow. "And tell him, would you please, that he could be buried 6 feet under tomorrow and I would feel no remorse?" 

Ethan smirks devilishly, and it suits his facial features quite well. "I'll make sure to let him know, my lady."

He runs a hand through his hair, and I watch him incredibly closely. "You'd better get some rest. You've got a big day tomorrow. Lots in store." 

He circles around the chair once more, skimming his index finger along the wooden part. "Nighty night." Ethan purrs in my ears, and I watch him plunge the room into darkness without me being able to get another word in. 

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i am surprisingly content with this chapter! finally, i feel as if i'm getting past my writers' block, and i felt really stiff when i was writing the last chapter but this one kind of just flowed out smoothly. alright, as always...

PEACE! <3