Waking up is brutal. Last night’s happening’s invade my mind. How in the world did I end up moaning last night?!
My arms ache. My thighs are sore. My head is pounding painfully. My throat is dry. I feel disgusting and I don’t know what I should be more afraid of: the fact that I’m not home, or that I wake up dressed when I clearly remember Niall leaving me naked.
I squeal and freeze as something wet touches the back of my neck. My breathing comes out ragged as soft fur tickles my neckline. What the heck!?
I turn my head around, only to realise it’s a cat. It’s just a cat.
I shut my eyes, calming my panting. Just a cat.
I cringe and stay still as the door squeaks open.
“Do you think she’s awake?”
“I dunno. I wouldn’t be surprised if she was, she practically slept through the whole day. I thought I heard her shriek just now.” The Irish boy states.
“Sophie? Are you awake?” Liam’s voice probes through the dark.
I stay silent, unmoving. A, my name is Anne. And B, you’re really stupid if you’re expecting me to answer.
“Guess she talks in her sleep. We’ll let her a couple more minutes of sleep.” Niall ends.
The door shuts and I relax a little bit, before I start twisting and turning my ankles, trying to free them of the binding. The cat hisses angrily as I accidently push it off the bed but I pay no attention to it, focusing on freeing myself.
“Yes,” I sigh happily when I feel it loosening completely. Shoving it off my ankles, I start working on the handcuffs on my wrists.
Joining my thumb to my pinkie on each hand, I tug harshly downwards. I whimper as the skin breaks, but I keep yanking, to no avail.
“Why does my hand have to be fat?” I grumble silently, wrenching my wrists left and right.
I squint as the door and lights brusquely open. Gulping, I slowly turn my head to look at the intruder.
“Somehow I knew you were way too still to be asleep princess,” Niall chuckles, crossing his arms over his chest. “Have a nice sleep?”
“No. And don’t call me princess,” I snap.
He rolls his eyes, approaching the bed. I reflexively recoil. He touched me last night. And at some point, I liked it. Oh my God.
“Don’t touch me,” I seethe as the blonde reaches over to my hands.
“C’mon cupcake. Don’t be difficult. I won’t hurt you. I’m not angry anymore.”
Paying no notice of his comment, I keep jerking away from him, even when I realize he’s just removing my handcuffs.
“Get away from me!”
“Don’t be like that. You should be happy; you’ll be seeing Harry.” The blue-eyed boy pauses. “Oh right but he’s pissed at you.” He shakes his head, “I’m really curious to see how that little reunion will go.” The handcuffs unlatch.
I jump off the bed and out the door. Liam grabs me just as I cross the doorframe.
“So predictable,” He shakes his head. “Although I’m curious...How did you expect to jump off a moving bus and live?”
I glare at him, shrugging his hand off. Damn he’s right. But not about the fact that my next move will be obvious.
“No Liam I am not predictable. Because for the last fucking time, I’m not Sophie.” I reply angrily, walking down the bus. I feel Niall and Liam shadowing me closely. I stop at what looks like a mini living room. Louis’s there. He briefly looks up at me, before focusing on the book in his hands. Reluctantly, I join him on the sofa, sitting at a safe distance from him. Looking at all three of them hatefully, I cross my arms over my chest. “Was that predicted?”
Liam cocks his eyebrow upwards.
“No in fact it wasn’t.” He frowns, shooting a sideway glance at Niall. The blonde shrugs.
“I’ll go fetch the other two boys.”
Louis shuts his book loudly as soon as Niall leaves. The brunette looks at me longly, his face deep in thought. “Something’s not right with you.”
I move away from him, his stare making me slightly uncomfortable. I end up watching outside, wishing I could be there instead of inside a bus with five psychos.
“What?! Where the fuck is she?! Niall what the fuck?! I swear to God if you’re messing around with me!”
I flinch when I hear the manly voice yell. And that must be pissed off Harry. Shuddering in dread, I keep staring outside, attempting to ignore my growing terror as angry footsteps storm through the bus. Maybe I can convince Harry I’m not Sophie. Maybe I can convince him they’ve got the wrong girl. But how can I do that without mentioning her? Without telling them I’m her twin sister?
“Sophie?” The voice breathes out, all anger vanished.
I turn around, to see Harry in person for the first time ever. He seems confused, not angry as I expected him to be.
“Sophie?” He repeats, unsure. He takes a step forwards.
“So here’s the thing Harry,” I start, praying he’d believe me. “My name is actually Anne. You’ve got the wrong girl. Can I go back home now?” I ramble rapidly.
If he looked confused a few seconds ago, well right now he was completely lost.
“I-I-I what?” The green-eyed boy blabbers, looking at the three others perplexed. They all frown, showing their lack of understanding.
Zayn makes an appearance last.
“So what did I miss?”
“Sophie pretending she’s another girl named Anne.” Liam sighs.
I want to pull my hair out. I have no idea what to say anymore. How can I make them know I’m not my sister, without mentioning my sister?
“Sophie can you just―”
“I don’t want to talk to you Niall.” I say suddenly, not liking him at all. “You fucking took my virginity last night.”
“Jesus Christ for how long are you going to keep this role playing?” The Irish boy rolls his eyes. “Harry, Louis and I took care of your virginity about three years ago. You weren’t a virgin.” He persists.
“And how would you know that hmm?” I press.
“I just told you: we took care of it. Plus if you were supposedly a virgin, there was no blood on the sheets.”
“That means nothing,” Harry denies, shaking his head. “Not all women bleed on their first time.” He explains, still looking at me up and down.
I wanna vomit. How many virginities did he take to know that? He’s filthier than Niall! How did Sophie manage to develop feelings for one of those two? Louis I’d understand, but Harry and Niall? Ugh no!
I back up on the couch as Harry unexpectedly crouches in front of me. He grabs my chin tightly between his fingers, gazing deeply into my eyes. He bites his lip, cocking his head sideways while all I can do is stare back at him expressionlessly.
My heart beats faster and faster as time stretches. Is he going to hit me? Kiss me?
“That’s not Sophie,” The curly-haired boy declares finally.
“Ha.” I smirk.
“Why not?!” Liam pulls a face. “Harry you can’t know that just by looking into her eyes!”
“There would’ve been a specific kind of emotion in Sophie’s eyes. Defiance, regret, love, something. There wasn’t in...” He looks at me. “Anne’s. She’s only confused and scared.”
“That doesn’t prove anything,” The brown-eyed boy protests. “Harry, Sophie left you after leading you on with fake feelings. You fell in her trap.”
It wasn’t a trap of Sophie’s making... Dad and I just made it seem like she left willingly so they’d hate her and never want to find her again... Guess it didn’t work out.
“I agree with Harry,” Louis intervenes, shooting me a look. “That’s not her. She really didn’t seem to like it last night. Sophie would’ve fought a little, but certainly wouldn’t have cried.”
“Last night?” Zayn enquires, cocking an eyebrow. “Anne, what happened last night?” He asks me.
I’m surprised he didn’t call me Sophie. I’m surprised he even wants me to speak.
“You’re asking me?” I repeat, baffled. Zayn nods.
“I took her―”
“Niall shush. I want to hear her version.” The darker boy silences. “And I want it to be free of lies.” He adds to my intention.
What is this? Are we at court?
“Anne? I’m waiting.”
Huffing, I start telling my story.
“Yesterday afternoon, I was out to get some stuff at the pharmacy. Then out of the blue, Niall grabbed me and dragged me into the bus. He started abusing me, but then Louis and Liam came in and they proposed to share me.”
“So all three of you knew of her presence in the bus, yet you waited until today to tell us?” Harry states, frustration mounting. “What’s it gonna be when Sophie will really be―”
“Enough Harry. Anne, continue.” Zayn presses.
“Louis changed his mind because I started crying. That’s when Niall had the idea to blindfold me.”
“And at that moment she started to like it.” Niall puts in.
“Did you?” The amber-eyed boy probes.
“Well no I-I-I―”
“Anne it’s nothing to be ashamed of.” Louis shakes his head. “Kinks are kinks.”
“And I said no lies.”
“Fine.” I sulk. “At some point, I did like it. But then Liam was just rough and it hurt. Bad.” I look around; expecting them to scold Liam, something, but there was nothing apart from Zayn’s worried eyes. Good to know rape doesn’t concern you five.
“Anne you don’t self-harm now do you?”
Zayn’s question takes me off guard. What kind of question is that?! I know Sophie does but I’d never!
“Check her wrists.” Zayn says after a moment of thought.
Harry, Niall and Louis are suddenly on me, pulling my sleeves up to expose my arms.
“Oi what the fuck let go!” I protest, pushing them away. Harry ends up holding me down on the couch while Niall and Louis inspect my sayings.
“All clean,” Louis nods, letting go of me.
“And there you have it, another proof that I’m not Sophie,” I grumble, arranging myself back up.
“Well if she’s not Sophie, she certainly knows who Sophie is,” Liam remarks bitterly. That’s when I realize my mistake.
“No I have no idea who she is,” I deny quickly. “I just said that because I assumed she self-harms since you asked the question,” I ramble, trying to mask my mistake.
“Anne, I said no lies,” The Pakistani boy chides. “Sweetheart, you should know right away that disobeying one of us is a very dumb move... We get carried on quite easily. But you’re new to this so I’ll give you a second chance. So either you tell us what you know about Sophie, or you’re getting punished.”
I say silent for mere seconds, before I burst out laughing. Punish me? Oh my God what am I? Five years old?
“Guys she’s not taking me seriously,” Zayn states.
I laugh even harder, clutching my stomach.
“Oh don’t worry, she will,” Harry declares lowly while standing up. Swiftly, he’s on me, pinning my arms over my head.
I immediately stop laughing.