The Cost of Freedom Is High

Wrapping myself in a towel, I got out of the shower and got dressed back up in a similar skimpy bra and underwear.

That was the least of my worries now, it barely bothered me now.

My head was still pounding, and I was dying for pain relief.

I was going downstairs despite if they were done with their call or not, that could wait, my head could not.

“Michael.” I groaned, entering the living room.

“What?” DJ replied, groaning as well.

“I’m dying I think.” I cried out, coming up behind him from the back of the couch.

“Come on, Bells.” DJ said, patting the seat next to him.

Once around the other side of the couch I sat down next to DJ, but he quickly laid me down so that my head was resting in his lap.

“Still in pain?” Michael asked, walking into the room.

“Yes, please give me drugs, it’s fucking splitting.” I begged.

“No can do sweetie, sorry.” Michael apologized.

“Are you fucking kidding me? You can chloroform me, but can’t give me fucking advil.” I screeched.

“Hey, relax.” DJ whispered, gently taking my head in his hands.

“We have reasons princess, you’ll be fine though.” Michael told me.

“Ugh.” I groaned, burying my face into DJ’s shirt.

“Lay down and let my fingers save the day again.” DJ chuckled.

“No, we’re not doing that.” I snapped.

“I wasn’t talking about that, but it’s nice to know that you’re still thinking about it.” DJ replied.

I rolled my eyes and just let it slide by.

His fingertips slowly started to massage my temple, and I seemed to slip in this calmness. I don’t know how they did it, but they somehow managed to make me soften up to them a bit.

My head started to feel better bit by bit, as his strong hands carried the amazing massage down my neck, shoulder, and back.

I think an hour passed by, but maybe it was a bit more, possible a bit less.

“I hate you.” I mumbled.

“No, you hate the fact that I make you feel good.” DJ stated.

Damn, he nailed that one.

“Possibly.”

“Are you feeling better though?” He asked.

“Yeah, it’s not pounding now, it’s only there a little bit.” I told him.

“I’ve got magic fingers.” He whispered to me.

“That’s where this ends.” I said, getting up and walking behind the kitchen island.

“Kuza and Chris say hi.” Michael announced, as he was finishing up making a round of smoothies.

“If I’m allowed to ask, what did they need? You seem to have everything under control.” I asked.

“Well, they just wanted to let us know that our band is now playing on Warped along with everyone else.” Michael answered.

“Wait, like the tour?” I wondered.

“Yep, the one and only.” Michael replied.

“And by others you mean?” I led him on.

“Chris, Danny, Craig, Oli, everyone else basically back at the other house, and other bands.” Michael told me.

“So, I have to go on that.” I whined.

“Yeah, it’ll be fun.” DJ stated, from back over on the couch.

“You and I have a very different sense of fun.” I told him.

“Shall I bring up earlier in the day?” DJ chuckled.

“No, let’s not.” I stated.

“Here you go.” Michael said, handing me a cup.

I took a sip, but quickly slammed the cup down.

“Holy fuck!” I exclaimed.

“What’s wrong?” Michael asked, worried.

“Nothing, holy shit I can’t believe I didn’t get that.” I laughed.

“Bella, explain.” DJ demanded.

“I’m just excited, I’ve always wanted to go to warped tour.” I lied.

“I think you’re lying.” Michael stated.

“I have to go the bathroom.” I blurted out, running to the closest bathroom.

Once the door was closed I did a little happy dance behind the closed door.

Warped time, obviously Chance was telling me that during Warped Tour is when I’ll get saved.

Why I hadn’t pieced that together earlier, it was so obvious?

All I knew was that it was sometime in October, I think it was early October.

Warped started in June, I still had to wait 8 fucking months.

I wouldn’t worry though, because for some reason this time I really trusted that Chance would get me out.

I don’t know why, but it was just a feeling.

DJ screaming my name from the front of the house broke my moments of relief, and I ran back up towards them within seconds.

“You’re acting really weird.” Michael accused me.

“Sorry.” I muttered, reaching across him, grabbing my cup, and sitting down next to DJ.

This time though I was all the way on the other side of the couch.

Before any of us said another word, the front door opened, and footsteps were coming towards us.

“Bella?” A voice asked, entering the room.

My head turned to see who it was, and when I saw him my entire body boiled up in rage.

It was Taylor.

“I’m going to fucking kill you.” I growled.

Notes

I think Bella might be a little pissed off at Taylor, do you agree?

Is this whole Warped tour escape plan going to work, what even is Chance planning?

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