Unmasked

Chapter 16

After the tour was finished and I saw the rest of the rooms including a movie room, and a music room. I was pretty exhausted and started heading towards the room I was staying in.

I felt a bit filthy and gross, the feeling you have after a busy day. I opened up the bathroom door, and almost fell to the ground from the shock, and my ankle throbbing.

The room was beautiful, and had a cute rustic cabin look to it. I looked through the cabinets and drawers finding towels, makeup, perfume and a very big hoodie and black sweatpants on the counter. Along with feminine hygiene products.

I wouldn't be needing those, since I hadn't had my period in what felt like forever.

I felt a bit nosy going through everything since it wasn't mine, and I hated when people did that to me. But, there was no other women in this house, so I don't know what they would have needed these for. Unless, they bought them for me which is very kind of them, If that's the case.

I opened up the makeup bag and saw lip gloss, mascara, contour, foundation, and concealer. The hickeys on my neck were still very visible and there being foundation in the bag, was a miracle.

I did a small victory dance in my head, then stripped out of my clothes and hopped into the shower.

I turned the water on and immediately turned it to cold on instinct, but soon realized I could actually use warm water here. I happily turned the water up to a nice warm temperature, then turned around so my back would face the water.

"Ouch!" I hissed, and spun around quickly. The whip marks on my back from Zach's belt still stung a lot, and the warm water reminded me of it.

I groaned quietly annoyed, but continued on with my shower, trying to deal with the pain. The shampoo was in a blue bottle with a coconut scent, which smelled heavenly when I lathered it through my hair. The conditioner was just as good with a peachy- mango scent to it. I grabbed the dove body wash and put it on my loofa, scrubbing it on me. And being careful while scrubbing it, when I went over my scars.

I turned off the shower, and twisted the handle to turn it off and wrapped myself in a very soft towel. I put on my undergarments and then the hoodie and sweatpants, then twisting the towel in my hair to help dry it.

I looked under the cabinet again and pulled out the perfume labeled 'sugared vanilla'. I sprayed it on me, and smiled delightfully to myself. I put on the deodorant, and took the towel out of my hair, coming out halfway dry. I grabbed the makeup bag and pulled the foundation out and dabbed it on my neck, trying to cover up the hickeys as much as possible.

I sighed at the now fully covered neck, taking a deep breath and backing away from the mirror slowly. 'One week..' I kept muttering to myself. 'One week and I'll be here, cherish it..' I looked into the mirror at my reflection and did a nervous smile and walked out into the bedroom.

I pulled my hair into a low bun pulling out my baby hairs, and hopping into the cloud like bed.

Sleeping seemed like a scary thing to try and do again, but I was feeling content right now and was determined to get a good nights sleep for once. Zach, nor mom, nor no one was going to stop me.

And on that note I closed my eyes, and thought of puppy's, and the breakfast I had this morning, and my mom singing to me, whilst falling asleep.

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"Shhh! Your gonna wake her up!" Andrew frantically whispered to who I assume was everyone else.

My body didn't feel like it was in the soft cloud bed anymore but a pare of strong arms carrying me.

"Wha-what are you doing?" I mumbled, rubbing my eyes trying to get them adjusted.

I could hear numerous laughters from around me that sounded like Brandon, Andrew, Finn, Benji, Ryder, and Blake.

"April fools!" Andrew shouted as he opened up a door.

"It's October though?" I questioned looking around at everyone else who seemed to have a evil smirk on their face. My nerves starting picking up, and my heart beat quickened as I started growing anxious.

"Please don't hurt me!" I cried, throwing my hands over my face and curling my head into Andrews muscular arms, which had no purpose.

"We're not gonna hurt you.." Blake said, broadcasting an even bigger smirk onto his face, which made me even more anxious.

"Your just gonna get a little bit...wet." Brandon laughed, while everyone came to a stop. I looked down and saw we were in the pool near the edge of the deep end.

"I- I don't know how to swim! Not even a doggy paddle! Please don't throw me in!" I begged them frantically throwing my arms all over the place and trying to claw my way out of Andrews firm grip.

"Nope." They all simply said, while throwing me in with a big splash, with them following right behind me.

I kicked and I screamed while my nose and lungs started burning, and my oxygen lowered. I tried swimming to the top but started failing miserably as I realized I was just wasting energy and time.

I opened and closed my eyes, trying to see the top but only burning my eyes when they opened. But being unable to see when they were closed.

I felt a strong hand grab near my waist, and start pulling me to the top along with them. I kicked and I thrashed my legs more trying to reach the top quicker, unsure if it was helping more or just making it harder.

My head reached the top, and I took a big gasp for air, going up and down in the water over and over like a bobber. I looked to my left to see Finn giving me a scared and concerned look towards me.

"I-I thought you were joking! I didn't know you couldn't actually swim! I do this to all my friends as a joke to make them angry- I didn't mean for you to get hurt! I am so sorry Quinn, please-" Andrew rambled, but he was cut off by Finn with a quick 'shut the hell up.'

Finn gently grabbed me and pulled me towards the hedge hoisting me on top of the edge again, while I sat drenched from head to toe in my pajamas. I sniffled noisily, and breathed louder.

"Quinn, we really are sorry. We thought you were just kidding, if we would've known.." Finn started, progressively getting quieter. I just rolled my eyes to their lame excuses, now I'm freezing again and my ankle is killing me, along with the scars on my back feeling as if they were numb.

"What's that on your neck?" Ryder smirked, and pointed towards the hickeys that were clearly littered throughout my neck, rather brightly.