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C H A N E L

"You can't go anywhere, there's no way out, it's just you and me, finally," the stranger said. I was just at a party, now I'm in a basement with some random boy I was flirting with. I didn't even know who it was.

I didn't ask for this to happen, though. I was just fifteen. It was the first time I've been to any of these events. High school parties.

My friends dragged me to one, I didn't even want to go.

I couldn't walk, my legs burned, my whole body was paralyzed. He pushed me down. I didn't know who it was, he was a stranger.

He took it, he left.

He left once he got what he wanted.

"You asked for it, slut."

I kept saying "no," over and over again. "I don't want this." He didn't care. He took what he wanted and left.

I gasped awake when I felt hands shake me. "Are you okay?" Derrick asked.

"I had the dream again," I told him. He engulfed me in a hug and I let him.

"I'm sorry, Chanel, what can I do?" He asked.

"I want to go home," I said, weakly. Ever since I got here the memories came back to me, this place reminded me of everything I'm trying so hard to forget.

"I know you do, but you can't," he said. Those were not the words I wanted to heart.

Sobs racked my body and I tightened my arms around him. I missed him.

"I'll protect you, I won't let anything happen to you again, I promise," he assured me.

"Don't make promises you won't be able to keep," I told him, coldly. How could he possibly stop anything from happening to me? He had his own life to worry about, I don't need him to have more to worry about.

"I'll try to keep it, I will," he said.

I sniffed and released from him. I looked down at my body and saw I was only in the towel from my shower last night. "What am I going to wear? My dress is ruined and I have no clothes."

Derrick thought for a little bit, before looking around in his closet. "I'm sure I have something you can wear."

He soon lifted a dress that was at the bottom of his closet. "Who's is that?" I asked.

"Um . . . probably from the girl I had in my room last," he answered.

The dress was black and skintight.

"She left without her clothes?" I laughed.

"I think so," he chuckled. He chucked the dress at me. I almost caught it, but I quickly backed away.

"Ew! That hasn't been washed since," I stated.

"Oh yeah," he sighed. "Well, you can wear one of my shirts."

"You're horrible graphic tees? No thank you," I scoffed.

"They're not horrible, okay?" Derrick defended. "And just use your fashion designing skills, or something and fix it." He handed me the shirt and left the room.

I took the sleeves off and wrapped them around myself, making it sleeveless. The shirt hung just above my tan knees and hugged my curves. I let my hair down and left it natural. My hair was wavy.

I didn't pay on any makeup since I didn't have any, so my face was left natural and boring. I wanted my stuff back.

Once I looked presentable, I walked out of Drew's room and down the stairs, to see the rest of the crew around the kitchen table.

"Good morning, sunshine," Tobias greeted.

I smiled. "Good morning, Fluffy Head."

Tobias's smile faltered. "We're still on that?" His cheeriness faded and he looked annoyed.

"It's your hair, it's just so fluffy," I said to him. I sat down in one of the chairs. "I just want to touch it."

"You will not touch my precious hair," he said. He tried to protect his hair, but the grocery store guy messed up his hair.

"Hey! Luke!" He shouted in protest. Luke just laughed.

They aren't as bad as I thought.

"Now we have lots to discuss with you, newbie," Grae said.

"It's Chanel," I said. My voice was stern. "Don't call me that."

"Oh? You don't like that? I don't remember where I asked," Grae said, sarcastically.

I scoffed. "I don't remember where anyone cared about what you had to say since you're the second choice," I told him.

His face hardened and he had anger burning in his eyes. He stalked towards me, his feet stomping on the ground.

"I will fuck you up, I don't care whether you're a girl," Grae snarled.

I got up from the seat and ran away from him. "If you can catch me," I giggled.

I ran around the kitchen table and hid behind Giovanni.

Grae chased after me. I screeched. "Save me, please," I pleaded as I grabbed onto Giovanni and pulled him in front of me, blocking me from Grae.

"You're on your own," Giovanni said. He got out of my grip and walked away.

"No!" Grae bolted towards me and I ran to Tobias.

Tobias blocked my way and Grae fluffed his hair which caused him to let go of me and fix his hair.

"Are you kidding me?" I scoffed. "That's all it takes and you'll leave me for dead."

I ran out of the kitchen and down towards an empty room. I opened the door and shut it quickly behind me, locking it.

I took a deep breath.

"Get out!" A familiar voice yelled.

I jumped and turned around. I was in Giovanni's office. It was oddly neat and well taken care of.

I brought a finger to my lips signalling for him to keep quiet.

"Please, don't tell Grae I'm here," I begged. He didn't seem convinced.

Suddenly there was a bang at the door. I flinched and held onto Giovanni's arm. "Don't touch me!"

I quickly let go of Giovanni's arm.

"Is she in here?" A loud voice asked. His voice was demanding. "Gio? Fucking tell me."

I looked at Giovanni, my eyes pleading with his. He looked at me for a second then answered. "No."

"I will fucking kill her," Grae said. I cringed at his words. I heard his footsteps fade and I hugged Giovanni.

"Thank you," I thanked. I felt him tense under my comfort.

He grunted and tried to pry my arms off from around him. "Let go," he sneered.

I immediately backed away from him. "Sorry," I mumbled.

I opened the door and felt arms grab me. "Got you!"

I screamed as loud as I could and tried to get out of the stranger's grasp. I kicked my legs and flailed my arms. I'm pretty sure I kicked the person's leg. My heart started to beat faster and my eyes held fear.

"Woah, calm down," Grae said. He let go of me and I caught my breath.

"Don't do that," I said. "You scared me."

I felt my throat close up and I couldn't breathe, Grae noticed since he kneeled to my height. He was taller than me, he was the tallest out of the whole gang.

"Hey, look, I'm not hurting you," Grae tried to calm me down. He held his hands up in surrender. I looked around the room and tried to breathe. "Chanel, you need to breathe, okay?"

Giovanni came out of the room and approached me.

"What's wrong?" Giovanni asked once he saw my state.

"She's having a panic attack," Grae answered. "I think."

Derrick soon kneeled beside Grae and comforted me. "She used to get these a lot ever since-" he cut himself off. He didn't want to remind me, but everything that happened to me so far had reminded me about it.

"They stopped for a while, but I guess they're back," Derrick explained.

I just hugged Derrick.

"She seems to love hugs," I heard Giovanni scoff.

"I know, it's so cute," Tobias said, earning a glare from Giovanni. "I mean so not cute."

Tobias shivered under his gaze. Giovanni even scared his crew. Everyone was scared of him. He scared me, too.

"Thank you," I mumbled, sheepishly to my brother. I missed him. He was in Italy for three months.

"No problem," he said.

"What are mom and dad going to think? Aren't they going to worry?" I asked. It's been a while day and my parents still hadn't called. They probably haven't even noticed I was missing.

Derrick smiled mischievously. "I may, or may not have told them you were sleeping at Valeria's house."

"Who's Valeria?" Tobias asked. "Is she hot?"

I scoffed at him question and gave him a disapproving glare.

Valeria was my BFF ever since I could remember, we've been through thick and thin together. She was always there for me. I once stayed at her house for three months straight. My parents would never guess I was missing or kidnapped if they thought I was at Valeria's.

"You what? Now, I'm never going to get out of this," I groaned. At least my parents would have a search party for me, then I'd be back in my bed before I knew it. Now that couldn't happen.

"You would not be able to get out of it no matter what," Giovanni said, sternly.

I stuck my tongue out at him.

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