A/N: There is nothing specifically triggering mentioned in this chapter but the unpleasant situation may cause anxiety. Please stop reading if any part of this chapter makes you uncomfortable ❤️
“Totes!” She replied excitedly, swept up in the atmosphere of the place and the fun of the moment.
“Ugh, D/F, nooooo, what the fuck are you doing?” You groaned internally, making a mental note to talk to her about it once he had left; intending to say you two should just duck and not hang out together with him.
“Sweet, ok well I’ll see you after the show then.” He said as he turned and walked off.
“Dude.” You deadpanned at her, “what the fuck?”
“What?” She replied innocently.
“Dude, thats D/H’s best friend. I don’t want to hang with him?”
As you two continued to talk back and forth between yourselves D/H’s best friend had called him.
“Hey bro.” He said into the receiver, “I’m at the show and Y/N is here.”
There was a pause as he listened to D/H’s reply.
“Yeah no worries, I’ll bring her and her friend there, then you can do what you like to her.” He said as wicked, nasty smile pulled at his lips, “I gotchu, bro…”
“Aaaaaaah! That was amazing!” D/F squealed as you two left the stands after the show.
“That went far too quickly, I want to see them all over again.” You moaned, “[band member] is so fucking hot, oh my gooood.”
“Right?” D/F replied emphatically, “I’m so glad we got to come.”
You and D/F continued to chat as you walked, heading off down the road towards the bus stop, completely forgetting about D/H’s best friend and his invite.
Suddenly someone grabbed you and D/F by the shoulder each and gripped onto you to stop you in your path.
“Thought we was gonna hang?” The person said.
You whipped around to face the person, noting with distain that it was the best friend of your beloved (not) ex.
“Nope, we changed our minds. Laters.” You deadpanned as you turned away, shaking his hand off your shoulder.
“Aww hey now.” He cajoled, letting go of D/F and grabbing your shoulder again as he dug his fingers into the fabric of your shirt, “let’s not get nasty.”
“Dude,” D/F said bluntly to him, “don’t mind her, we might just head home though, sorry, we’ll hang another time.” She added as she placed her hand on his arm to get him to let you go.
“Fine.” His best friend replied, “but you guys aren’t going on the bus are ya? You’ll be waiting there all night for a ride. I’ll take you home.”
“No thanks.” You deadpanned.
“Dude?” D/F said to you, “come on, free ride.”
You and D/H’s best friend were in the middle of an intense stare off, neither one backing down.
“Cars here.” The best friend suddenly said, looking up and pointing to a car that pulled up nearby.
Your stomach sank as you stood there, looking at the car, knowing this could get out of hand and go south really quickly if you didn’t act now.
Your eyes flicked from the car across to D/F trying to silently give her a signal to run; without being noticed by your ex’s best friend, but she was too busy looking at the car to see you.
The driver of the car got out and walked over, smiling innocently as he did.
“I don’t like this at all.” You thought as you stiffened, ready to throw hands if needed.
Just then the next wave of people walked past you, pushing forward towards the bus stop and making it harder for you to keep an eye on D/F and the other two boys as they swarmed around you.
“D/F?!” You suddenly called, realizing you couldn’t see her anymore.
“Y/N!” You heard her call back and you pushed your way through the crowd towards her voice, suddenly being grabbed and forced into the back of the waiting car.
“Babe!” You called when you saw her sprawled across the back seat, “we need to get out, now!”
“Not so fast sweet cheeks, D/H wants a word with you.” D/H’s best friend sneered at you as he slammed the car door behind you.
“Fuck you!” You snarled, spinning and grabbing for the door to yank it open, panicking when it wouldn’t budge.
“Don’t you just love child locks?” The best friend sneered from the passenger seat as he hopped into the car and slammed the door shut, the other guy jumping into the drivers seat quickly and pulling away from the curb.
Your stomach contorted, knotting over itself as dread set in.
“I’m going to be killed.” You thought, believing this was the end.
Suddenly rage built inside you and you lashed out at his best friend in the passenger seat, throwing hands like your life depended on it.
“Let us out you fucking bastard or I’ll rip your balls off.” You screamed at him, scratching and punching wildly.
The best friend retaliated in kind, hollering obscenities back at you while he turned around and fought back, landing a good punch into your temple and knocking you unconscious.
“What are you doing?!” D/F screamed at him, “what’s going on?!”
“Shut the fuck up, cum rag, or you’ll be next.” He snarled threateningly.
When you came too, you were in the room of the abandoned cottage that D/H used to bring you to, a ripped cloth tying your wrists behind your back and cutting off the circulation to your fingers.
“Oh shit.” You gasped internally, the overwhelming dread making you feel 20x heavier as if a lead weight had been dropped into the pit of your stomach, slowing your movements as you tried to yank your arms free. “Shit, shit, shit.”
You looked around the dark room, trying to plan logically among the screaming voices in your head.
“Iida.” You suddenly thought, “get your phone and call Iida.”
You swung your arms around behind you to the side and felt your pocket.
Your phone was still there.
“Quick, quick, quick.” You screamed internally as you fumbled to get it out.
You pulled the phone out and unlocked it, quickly dialing Iida’s number and praying it would connect instantly.
The reception was bad at the dilapidated cottage and the minute he picked up it dropped out.
“Noooo! FUCK!” You wailed, heart thumping in your chest as the adrenaline took over.
You heard voices approaching from outside the door and you quickly tried to dial Iida again.
“Where’s my fuck toy?” D/H called maliciously as he swung the door open, making you squint heavily as the light came punching in behind him, outlining his ghastly silhouette.
“Where’s D/F?” You said stiffly, “where is she?”
“She’s having fun with my bestie.” D/H sneered cruelly.
“Lay one finger on her and—,”
“You’ll what? Sir there and cry?” He asked with a hostile laugh, “look at you, you’re so fucking pathetic.”