Misunderstood

Chapter Thirteen

 Harper’s POV

I make my way back down the stairs, tears threatening to fall from my eyes. I would have never guessed that one of the secrets this psycho wants told is the fact that my boyfriend is sleeping with my best friend.

All I want to know is how many times it has happened. Or do I even want to know that? The only thing I really need to know is does Luke love her. I inhale a large sob as I let that statement enter the center of my thoughts. Does Luke love Sahara? Does he no longer care for me? Has he ever loved me, or has it all just been a lie?

I see Calum, Satine, Mr. Winchester, Ethan, and Mikey sitting in the living room all watching me as I come down the stairs. I’ve lost Ashton. He tried to catch up to me after we saw the two of them together but I shrugged him off, running into the first room I could find, which turned out to be a bathroom. 

After staying in there for as long as possible, I wiped my tears away and walked back down the hall, not even glancing at the room I knew Luke and Sahara still sat in. 

“Where’s Ashton?” I ask the group on the couch, trying to sound as normal as possible. 

“In there,” they all point to the master bedroom. 

I take a deep breath before walking in and shutting the door behind me. I see him sitting on the edge of the bed with his face in his hands, his fingers mixed into his shaggy hair. 

“If you came in here to seduce me to try and get back at your best friend and boyfriend then I’m totally down, pumpkin,” I hear his voice laugh lightly before I see his hazel eyes peer up from his shaggy hair, watching me walk towards him. 

“Nah, I’ll save that for when I go cry to Mr. Winchester. Maybe I can use the sympathy card, and get a kiss before this night is over,” I tease with a wink, sitting down on the bed beside him and placing my head on his shoulder. 

I feel him wrap his arm around my shoulder, placing his cheek on top of my head. We sit like that for a few minutes in silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. 

“Why are you not more upset about this?” I ask. 

“I want to say it’s because I know it didn’t mean anything but I don’t know. I think it’s just because I knew I never controlled Sahara. She always did and still does whatever she wants without anyone’s consent,” he shrugs as if it is no big deal. 

“Should I not be upset about it?” 

“It’s according. Do you want to worry about something as stupid and insignificant as Luke and Sahara cheating on us, or do you want to get out of here? I need you with me Harper. We need to focus on getting out of here,” he answers, his eyes very serious as he watches my reaction. 

“Right now I just want to take a nap, and then we can figure out how to get out of here. We still have like forty-five minutes to ‘find the glove’ and we already have it,” I sigh, my body defying me. I hadn’t realized until I sat down on this soft bed just how physically exhausted my body was and right now I want nothing more than to just lay back and let my dreams overtake me. 

I see his face turn up into a small smile as he pulls his arm back from my shoulders, “well then, come on pumpkin,” he grins, laying back on the bed and holding his arms out for me to follow suit. 

I softly lean back into the comfortable bed, laying my head on Ashton’s chest and letting his arm gently rub my back. I close my eyes, thinking that maybe I will finally get some peace, just a few minutes of sleep. But of course not. I jolt back up when I hear a loud beeping noise arise from somewhere inside the house. 

“That must be our cue that it is time to receive our prize,” Ashton mutters, sitting up beside me and looking towards the door as if Mr. Psycho himself is going to burst through at any minute. 

I sigh before getting off the bed, about to go out towards the living room with everyone else to see what is to be said on the television. 

“It’s you and me Harper, we’re going to get out of this,” Ashton whispers, suddenly grabbing my hand and turning me back around so I can stare into his serious hazel eyes. 

I nod my head lightly. Yeah, if Luke and Sahara want to be together then so be it. Ashton and I are smart, we can work together, forget about their shit, and get us all out of here alive. 

“You and me.” 

Opening the door to the living room I freeze as Luke rushes towards me, opening his mouth as if to say something but suddenly closing it as I feel a presence behind me. I turn to see Ashton giving Luke a small shake of the head, and I can’t help but let out a small sigh of relief. I’m not ready to have this talk with Luke right now. I need to think of one thing at a time. 

“What was that noise?” Ashton asks, coming to stand beside me and glancing at everyone else who is sitting frozen on the large couch. I look as Mikey and Mr. Winchester shrug their shoulders, the others looking as if they are too scared to even respond to a simple question. 

“Lovely evening it’s turned out to be. The moon almost looks full tonight, here I will give you all a look,” the television turns on and speaks and I turn to see Mr. Psycho has turned the camera to give us a full view of the large moon over the ocean waves. I almost want to laugh at how picturesque the whole scene seems. 

“We found the glove,” I state unemotionally. I no longer want to do this, I no longer want to be part of this game. 

“Aw Harper, what’s the matter? Did someone break your little heart?” Mr. Psycho asks with a fake tsk and sarcasm in his tone as he comes back on screen. 

“We found the glove,” I repeat. 

“So that’s a no to talking about it? I’m here if you need me, you always were my favorite. I mean I guess you would rather your hero, dear Mr. Winchester take you in his arms and hold you wouldn't you?” 

I glance over at Mr. Winchester to see him looking at me with wide eyes. Well this sucks....Wait….that phrase. 'You were always my favorite' That phrase sounds really familiar. I know that phrase. 

Ashton feels me tense beside him and I feel the heat from his body as he moves a little closer to me so our arms are brushing. 

“What have you figured out?” he whispers so quietly that I can barely hear him. I shake my head. Now is not the time to try and talk. 

“Well, since group one found the glove it seems as if you guys are in the clear for a while. As for group two, it’s time to play a game. The more secrets that come out, the quicker you guys get out of here safe and unharmed.” 

“No.” Ashton speaks authoritatively, moving so he is in front of me and shielding my body from the television,” we’re tired of playing games, we’re tired of being split up. If you want us to do something then just tell us what you want,” Ashton speaks, his voice never breaking from the fear that I know is inside of him. 

“Ashton baby,” Sahara whimpers from the couch, wanting him to be quiet but he pays her no attention. 

“I’m done playing games. I’m ready to get out of here,” Ashton keeps speaking and as I glance around his body I see the furious expression on Mr. Psycho’s face. 

Shit. 

I think we’re in for it now.  

AN: Hey everyone, sorry this chapter is so short and kind of sucks but I've had my first week of classes and they've all been really long. I promise the next chapter will get back up to standards, but I had to show how Ashton and Harper were feeling about the whole Luke and Sahara thing. If you have any ideas for me to incorporate into this story feel free to DM me because I love hearing your guys' thoughts. Also, thank you so much for 1K reads on this! It means a lot to me, have a great weekend! -Aly