~ Coachella [A Dolan Twins Fanfiction] ~

~ Chapter Seis [6] ~

a/n: I'm writing this chapter on my phone so if there are some spelling mistakes, it's the phone's fault, not mine... Totally...

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I don't sleep. Partially due to the uncomfortable position, but also due to my thoughts. They refuse to stop, and I can barely predict what will come next. Each one is different but also similar. I cannot stop them, and I almost feel like I'm bipolar, because every moment, I almost feel as if a different emotion is coursing through my brain, trying to influence my thoughts.

I struggle against my restraints a few times throughout the night, but it's practically impossible to try and get out.

I attempt of thinking how to escape, but it is useless; I have no idea about my locations, and as far as I know, they aren't gonna let me out of these cuffs anytime soon.

I sit restlessly for hours, alone in silence, the darkness surrounding me.

I begin to think that I'm going insane.

It's not until I hear a door creak open that I'm brought back to my terrible reality. When silence consumes me once again, I start thinking that I actually imagined the door, and there is nothing there.

I must be mad.

"Good morning." A voice surprises me from the pitch black. It comes from the left, but I don't bother to look that way. I recognize the voice.

"Dick." I hiss.

"That is no way to greet your only way to escape this place." The light flickers on but I continue to keep my gaze forward, on the blank wall.

"You really are a disgusting coward, aren't you?" I ask curiously, my tone sickly sweet.

A click of the tongue as my reply. "You could call me that..."

Footsteps lead up to my position. In my ear. "Or you could call me your punisher."

I bang my head into his. "Go to hell, Alexander. God, who gave you that name?! It sticks to the roof of my mouth like some stubborn peanut butter." I spit on the ground by my feet. "Disgusting."

Still refusing to turn my head, I imagine Alex rubbing his head to diffuse the pain that I had caused him. I did that. I grin proudly.

"You've been a bad girl, lil' miss Paris," Alex walks to in front of me, crouching down. "I guess I'll have to teach you a lesson..."

Before I have time to react, Alexander is gone. I cringe at his words, trying to understand the meaning of "lesson". It had hundreds of options.

I look down at my lap and sigh, then close my eyes. The darkness behind my eyelids is comfortable, unlike the kind that suffocated me in the room. I feel my heart rate instantly begin slowing to a regular pace.

Though I refused to admit it, I still did love Alexander. He was my first, the one I'd never be able to forget, the one relationship for so long that I thought real. Buried deep inside me, I missed him. It had been years since the last time I saw him, and I felt my heart flutter when I saw his face at Coachella.

But he was toxic. And those sparks that people talk about in romantic movies and books, I never had them. Alex was an abusive ex, and the best thing for me to do was distance myself and my family as far as possible from him. As much as I wanted to do the opposite, I had to protect myself and those around me.

I stay in silence until the door slams shut once more, and I growl out a "Don't bother hurting me, you've already done it enough."

The person pauses behind me, and I confusedly look up to the wall. Did Alex actually listen to what I say, for once?

Alas, I was incorrect. "I-i'm sorry?" A voice I had missed dearly resonated throughout the empty room.

"Ethan!" I laugh to myself for no particular reason, as staying up all night made me slightly delirious. He chuckles nervously, and I feel the atmosphere is light, lighter than it had been the time we met before. 

He walks over to beside me, and I let eyes land on him. "Alex wanted me to assist you with your cuffs. We're going on a field trip." 

I furrow my brows. Field trip? What was that supposed to mean? I feel the handcuffs fall away from my wrists and I jump up, forgetting my ankles were still wrapped to the chair. I trip forward and land face-first on the concrete floor. 

"Ouch." I moan in pain. Ethan goes down and puts my hands back on the center of my back. "What are you doing?" 

"We can't let you just wander about with free will, can we?" He wraps the steel back around and I sigh. Then, my ankles are untied and I am free to stand. 

I pull my body into a kneeling position and slowly get to my feet. A million cracks can be heard as my joints adhere to a different stance. I allow my eyelids to flutter shut, and stand in one place, still. 

"Remington?" He walks in front of me but my eyes shoot open and I kick him in the nuts. He falls to the ground, groaning and holding his groin. I sprint to the door and use my foot to undo the knob. 

I let the door shut behind me, but it's louder than I expected, and I cringe at the sound. I look to the left, then the right. How the hell am I supposed to get out of here?! 

I pick the right hallway and run as fast as possible. I skid to a stop when I see my enemy. "Bitch." I bite my lip viciously and spin around, dashing in the opposite direction. I feel my chest heaving from the intense activity, lungs struggling, but I cannot stop. I will not. 

I turn a corner sharply and slip. I struggle to my feet but it's too late. Alex pulls me into a chokehold and I am too fatigued to fight back. I lay limply until my vision begins spotting from lack of oxygen and I faint. 

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sorry for the late chapter :3 i been a bit busy but ill try writing a little more!