A/N: sorry, don't hate me for this chapter...
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Somehow, even with all his muscles, Nathan manages to be so warm and cozy, like a pillow. I've never slept with a boy before, but sleeping with him, here, in his bed, is like a dream. And I don't ever want to wake up.
But I guess it's too late; I already have.
It's currently 1 o'clock in the morning and I woke up a couple of minutes ago with a strange tingling feeling in my bones. My body knows something isn't right and it woke me up early to warn me.
Over the years, my body began to sense things like this when I was sleeping to warn me of my step mother's arrival. It only ever meant bad things to be visited by her in the night. So I just developed this strange tingling in my bones every time my body sensed danger, and that's what's happening now. Something is definitely not right here.
All the boys are here, though. Earlier, after our group hug on the couch, they decided it would be best if they all stayed here for a while, until we've sorted this problem with Volto out. And so North, Silas, Luke, and Sean are all sleeping on the floor. Well, Sean gets an air mattress in the corner, while the other boys get pallets on the floor.
Out of all of us, I'd say Sean needs it the most. We've all started to see the bags under his eyes as well as the drowsiness in his step lately, as much as he tries to hide it. Work at the hospital and also school has been super stressful for him--not to mention the Volto thing that's been haunting us all recently. I feel so bad for him because he refuses to let any of us help. I'll have to talk to him about that later. Something tells me he'll listen to me if I ask nicely enough.
Nathan is sleeping on the bed with me. His bed. He'd offered to give it up to me, but I told him I didn't want to make him sleep on the floor in his own room. Besides, I also didn't want to sleep alone after everything that's been happening. I know I'd have a nightmare and wake up without breathing, and no one needs that on their plates right now.
I toss and turn in the bed, restless, trying to fall back asleep but to no avail. I decide maybe a glass of water will help, as I am really thirsty, so I get up as quietly as possible and tiptoe to Nathan's door, stepping over the snoring boys.
I manage to sneak out without noise or incident and continue on light footfalls to the kitchen for a glass of water. I flip the flashlight on my phone on to avoid waking up the boys that are sleeping in the living room. Wow, I didn't know it was possible for them to be even cuter, but they all look so adorable huddled up and sleeping together like a family.
I shine the light onto the cabinets and reach up for a glass, shutting it softly and making my way over to the water dispenser on the fridge. I fill it up and take a sip, loving the way the cool liquid soothes my dry, ruined throat.
Out of nowhere, an unexpected cold chill randomly runs up and down my spine as goosebumps start to form on my exposed skin--which is a lot. I'm only wearing a pair of boyshort-underwear and one of Nathan's big, comfy shirts. I set my glass down onto the kitchen island and lift my phone's flashlight up, noticing a window has been left open by the living room, not ten feet away.
With a soft sigh, I cover my flashlight up with a couple of my fingers whilst still letting some of it shine through so I can see, careful not to wake the boys with the bright light. And I tiptoe over to the window, shutting it as quietly as possible, like a whisper of wind--quieter than the boys' snores.
As I make my way back over to the hallway to get back to Nathan's room, I feel a presence some place near me. I don't know where it's coming from; I just know it's hiding somewhere in the dark, and it's not one of my boys. But I know I've felt this presence before; it's not the first time it's plagued me. But, the thing is, I just can't pin point it to someone in particular.
My heart rate picks up, and my breath starts to shorten. I'm about to bang on the wall beside me to alert the boys, but something comes up behind me and wraps me up into a tight grip, covering my mouth with their large, gloved hand.
Then, a whispered robotic voice says in my ear, "Be quiet, doll face. Don't make a sound. Don't even try to scream. If you do, you'll regret it."
A tear slips past my eye as this person starts to pull me out, over to the front door that's now wide open.
Is this Volto? Have they finally come to take me away? Obviously, Sang. This person clearly isn't here to have a picnic or to paint each other's nails.
I start to thrash and try to get myself out of their tight hold, but the person just squeezes tighter, putting pressure on the few bruises that haven't completely healed yet. I let out a tiny strangled cry of pain, but it's completely covered by this person's large, gloved palm.
My tears start to blend in with the darkness, and my sight grows super blurry. Then, this masked creature puts a cloth over my face that smells strongly of chloroform.
I try my hardest not to breathe it in, but I only lasts few seconds; my lungs are already ruined. I never stood a chance, so I have no choice but to take in a deep breath.
Big mistake.
Not only do I feel myself start to fade from consciousness, but the strong chemicals that leak into my throat burn so bad, I think I might die. It's like the lemon juice and vinegar all over again, but this time, a thousand times worse.
"Shh," the robotic voice whispers again. It's mangled and terrifying, making me somehow even more afraid.
And as my vision clouds into complete and total darkness, I realize something.
If this really were Volto, there's no way they'd tell me not to scream. There's no way they'd put me through this kind of pain. I mean, I obviously don't know them personally, but from all the poems they've written me, they made it seem like they genuinely cared about me. They know I can't use my voice and they know how I lost it.
This can't be Volto. So who is it?
And with that last thought in my clouded mind, I'm loaded up into a vehicle I cannot see, as I've now descended into complete and utter darkness, and the world has grown pitch black.
____________________________________Guys?! How insane was that chapter? Who do you think took Sang if it wasn't Volto? Are they both after her, or could they be working together?
I guess you'll just have to wait to see until next time...
Sincerely,
Tori
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