The Lost Boys • Imagines

Imagine #10 (Part Three) - Lost Boys

Imagine being Michael's twin and hearing voices in your head.

Word Count: 1030

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After an hour of trying to break free, you fell into a fitful sleep, your wrists bleeding where the handcuffs tore at your skin.

The pain was enough to tell you that this is real. But you can't stop hoping that this is just a hallucination caused by your overactive imagination.

Deep inside, you know it's all too real.

~

The sun goes down, cloaking the world in darkness. As the sun begins to sleep, the Lost Boys awaken.

Marko is the first to drop from the pole and dash to the room where Y/n lies sleeping. His traditional smile grows immensely as he gazes at her.

Paul follows close behind along with David, Dwayne being the last to arrive.

Each of their expressions harden when the notice the dried blood covering her wrists.

"She hurt herself," Marko frowns, something that he rarely does.

Dwayne retrieves a clean damp cloth and carefully clears the blood away.

"We can take the cuffs off now," Paul observes, taking her hand in his as he looks at the damage.

David produces the key, "Here. Marko, get bandages."

Marko rushes to do as told and when he returns he finds her unrestrained and still asleep.

He smiles again, "She's so cute when she's sleeping."

"She's gorgeous."

Dwayne wraps her in the bandages and stands back up.

~

Eyes open, you lurch upwards as you regain consciousness. The boys on the bed, Dwayne and Paul, jolt in shock. They didn't expect you to wake up like that.

Sitting in the bed, you're eyes are glued on David's electrifying blue orbs as he grins.

"You're awake."

You can't help but retort, "No shit."

As the words leave your mouth, you clamp your lips shut. Marko and Paul burst into laughter, while Dwayne smiles luminously.

David chuckles, "I see you're feeling more at ease."

He's wrong. Your heart is beating wildly and you feel like running away.

Looking at your hands, you discover the white bandages and realize that you're not tied up.

"You hurt yourself trying to get out of the cuffs," Paul explains, although it's obvious.

The door is open just behind David, taunting you. Your family is probably terrified, wondering where you are.

Dwayne and Paul are on the bed on either side of you, Marko is standing in the corner, and David is before the door.

Maybe you can put run them?

It's worth a shot, isn't it?

"Dwayne patched you up."

Of course he would. He always seemed to be the most compassionate out of them all.

Quick as a flash, you leap upright and beeline for the doorway. Nimbly slipping past David, hope flutters in your chest.

Those hopes are smashed as a strong hand grabs ahold of your foot, sending you falling to the ground.

"Still a flight risk?" David smirks as you growl in frustration.

"Always," you sneer, wincing as his nails dig into your skin.

Marko helps you stand after David lets you go. He smiles sweetly, a smile that could have melted your heart had he not kidnapped you.

"That won't do," he tuts, his eyes sparkling mischief. "Someone will have to keep ahold of you then, so you don't slip away."

Your emotions are paradoxical. On one hand, you're repulsed by the idea of being near any of them. On the other, you kind of want to be close to them. It's like you know they're bad news, but you just can't help but want to spend more time with them.

"I, of course, volunteer," he finishes, linking his arm with yours.

Surprising yourself, you don't yank away, instead allowing him to draw you near to him. Out of all of them, he seems to be the sweetest.

David grins and you all find seats, Marko leading you to the couch. You sit, arm in arm, with him as David speaks.

"Y/n, you have an unfair advantage."

You frown. How in the hell do you have an advantage?

"You know a lot about us, but we know so little about you," he clarifies.

Makes sense, seeing as you heard all of their private discussion ever since you were a kid.

"So, tell us about yourself."

Marko draws little circles on the back of your hand, while the others lean forward in interest.

You shrug, "Nothing much to say."

No one says anything so you continue, "I grew up in Arizona. Everyone thought I was crazy 'cause I could hear you in my head. I even thought I was crazy."

They don't interrupt you, although Marko stops drawing patterns on your skin.

"Didn't have many friends, got good grades, and then we moved here and I realized I wasn't crazy. But now I'm stuck here and I don't even know why."

"You're our mate, sugar. That's why you're here," Paul says with a smirk.

"Mate. You've said that before."

"Our soulmate. The person we're supposed to share all of eternity with," Dwayne supplies.

You crack a smile, "I've never believed in love or fate. My parents certainly didn't have the first and the latter wasn't in their favour."

"Well, it exists. You could hear us because you were always meant to find us."

"I haven't heard you like that since that night."

"We stopped so we wouldn't freak you out," Marko adds.

'That's oddly nice', you think rather loudly.

'It's not odd. We can be nice when we want to.' Marko's sly voice answers.

"Say that I believe in this whole soulmate stuff. It still doesn't make kidnapping okay."

"It's justifiable to us. We can't let you leave. Soulmates have an incredible bond, and if we're apart for too long it becomes painful. I know you felt it."

It's true. You had felt an aching in your chest the longer you were away from them.

You swallow and shake your head, "It's still not okay. I wanna go home."

David growls, "This is your home now."

You shake your head, "No, it's not."

"Yes, it is. You'd better get used to it."

Marko's grip on your arm tightens, and all ease that you felt dissipates like sugar in water.

These boys aren't letting you go anytime soon.