DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

Not The Dylan I Knew

"Oh my god! Indie where are you?! Are you okay?" Mom starts asking hysterically and I wince at the loudness of her voice.

I look to the room door, quickly making my way to the bathroom while holding the smartphone to my ear.

I didn't want anyone hearing me and taking my only source of contact with the outside world.

"Mom I don't have much time–" I start to say closing the door behind me softly but she cuts me off.

"Are you hurt? Is someone keeping you hostage?! My poor baby, tell momma where you are. We'll find you!"

As much as I appreciate the concern, I need her to listen to me.

"Mom. Listen. I need to tell you somethi–"

"Is that Indiana?!" I hear my father's voice ask from the other side of the phone.

I groan pressing my hand on the door. This isn't going to be as easy as I thought.

"Mom, you need to listen to me!" I plead with a low yell.

"Indiana, you're on speaker baby tell me what you see!" my mother rants frantically.

Oh my god... Parents, do they ever really listen?

"Mom, you need to listen to me!" I state firmly.

"We're listening baby just tell us what's going on! Are you hurt?!"

"Don't worry about me. You need to keep yourselves safe..." I start but I'm interrupted.

"Indiana... You're not thinking clearly. Just tell us where you are baby we'll find yo–" my dad states gruffly from the other line.

"Bellator," I say and they both go silent recognising the safe word we put in place.

It was something mom developed–amongst numerous others– just in case one of us got in trouble. It's a way of saying 'we're all in danger, get to safety and recon at the island'. Our island. My parents secretly bought an island in the Bahamas when I was five, which we spent most of our vacations on.

No one knows about it but close family and a few close friends. It's our safety net, somewhere we can go where no one can locate us.

"Take Diana... keep her safe, please. I'll meet you there soon. I have to go now, I'll be fine just please be safe."

I cut the call, resting my forehead on the bathroom door. At least they're getting to safety now.

A few seconds later a wave of paranoia takes me over and I start to think that maybe someone is in the other room listening to me. Slipping the phone in its previous hiding place, I grab the knob slowly twisting it.

Seeing no one as I enter the room I sigh. Safe... for now.

I know I could've told my parents about Dylan and gotten myself out of his grasp but somewhere deep down I believe him... that I am in danger. Plus, he's the only one I can stay with who knows what he's up against.

However, I don't believe that it's Roberto, maybe Dylan's just using a bad situation to try and turn me against Rob and get me to rekindle what we had.

Speaking of Roberto, I need to call him. He must be going out of his mind worrying about me. I should call him and let him know I'm okay and warn him.

I fish the phone from its hiding place, typing in his number and it successfully rings.

"Amaretto speaking," his gruff voice states and I'm happy to hear his voice, to know he's alive and well.