She's With The Band

𝐓𝐖𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄

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Aubrey's Point of View:

Waking up the next day, soft sunlight blinded my eyes. I blinked a few times slowly before going to rub them, but realized that I couldn't. I can't move my arms for some reason, which is causing my breathing to pick up.

Why can't I move my arms?

I struggled to sit up a little to look at what happened to me and why my arms weren't moving. I also couldn't see too well considering I was tired and had just woken up. I slowly began to realize my hands were tied behind my back with an actual and literal rope. I looked down to see my legs were tied together with a rope also.

I then looked around to realize I wasn't in my room.

"What the..." I began to recognize I was in someone else's room.

I turned to see if anyone was there, nobody was. Panic flooded over my body, and I didn't know what to do.

I caught a glimpse of a photo in a frame and it was of Nate, Jackson, Dean, and Brendan.

Oh my god. They are literally psychotic. They are mentally unstable.

They're in a mafia.

The door slowly creaked open and I was able to maneuver my body to sit up straighter, leaning back against the headboard. It was Nate and Brendan followed by Jackson and Dean.

"What the hell am I doing-" I started before I was swiftly cut off.

"We have to talk to you Aubrey." Dean said sternly cutting me off.

My brows shot up.

I would've never expected him to cut me off mid sentence in such an authoritative tone. But hey, I don't really even know who they are. Everything that they've told me could've easily been all a lie. I mean what is even happening right now? Why am I tied up in Brendan's room? Are they planning on killing me? Torturing me?

"No, no you don't." I said attempting to get up and off of the bed but I was lightly pushed back down by Nates hand on my shoulder.

"Is this a joke?" I asked, furrowing my brows up at Nate who just smirked.

Nate shook his head, smug smirk on his lips.

"Are you actually kidding me?" I snapped, looking at all of them as they exchanged awkward glances.

I brought my knees to my chest and sat there pondering. Are they going to kill me?

"Why would it be a joke?" Nate asked crossing his toned inked up arms.

He seemed to be enjoying this very much while anxiety began to swarm over me, remembering who they are and what they're part of.

"Because you are all crazy!" I said with a laugh as they looked at me as if I was the crazy one.

I think I only laughed out of pure anxiousness. I don't even know how I've found the bravery and courage to be tough and not so meek with them. I feel like it's starting to fade though, because right now, I feel like I'm about to start crying.

But I won't.

"You tied me up in a random room!" I said, looking down at my legs.

"How did I even get here?!" I asked, looking at each of them while I spoke.

They all looked at me in a different way. Nate, amusement. Jackson, as if I was stupid. Dean, he seemed to be bored. Brendan, guilt.

"Magic." Nate said sarcastically moving his hand around in the air which only made my blood boil even more.