The Cost of Freedom Is High

I could not believe I was doing this.

I was on my knees, straddling TJ Bell’s legs, carefully unzipping his pants.

I needed that ring, and I was willing to do this for it.

In the middle of the night in the tub I realized that they needed that ring to know where I was, and who I was with. I could not let them know that I was with Chance.

I finally got his pants unzipped, and realized that the bag was a bit deeper to put it nicely.

Fuck it.

I’d do it as carefully and quietly as possible.

I slipped my hand down with pure disgust, slowly grabbed the bag, and pulled it out.

“Ew, fuck, fuck, fuck, gross!” I mentally groaned as I pulled it out.

I got off of him, and ran like hell on my tiptoes out the door and down the staircase.

I needed a place to throw the ring away. I really wanted to keep it, but I soon realized that if I did try to hide it somehow in hell they’d find it. Again, I couldn’t risk that.

I hated them for that.

Bathroom, that was the perfect place. Just flush it down the toilet and it was all gone. Perfect.

I ran to the nearest bathroom, threw it in the toilet, and flushed it down.

Then as fast as I could, I went over to the sink and washed my hands so hard it felt like they were going to start on fire.

Once I was done I dried them off, and walked back out of the bathroom.

Holy crap it was 3 am.

What the hell was I going to do?

I could either go back to sleep somewhere, or just find something to do.

Something sparked my memory, and I found myself running for Asking’s room.

The door silently squeaked open, and thankfully everyone was still asleep.

Thinking about Chance I remembered that before I left with them on tour I had hidden my cell phone in the room.

All I had to do now was slip my hand behind the small table in between Danny and Ben, and I could get the phone.

“Bella?” Danny whispered very groggily.

That’s when I ran out of the room, he would just fall asleep and forget that I was there in the first place.

Shit, I’d just have to go there again tomorrow night.

I didn’t want to go back to ETF’s room so I ended up sneaking into the first other band room that was near.

Motionless’.

I tiptoed in, and quickly snuck into Vinny’s bunk. He normally wasn’t too much of a douche.

I rolled to the opposite side of the bed, away from him, and fell asleep.

(3 hours later)

I heard a doorbell ring, and I shot out of Vinny’s bed and booked it all the way down to where I knew the main front door is.

My hope was that it was someone on my side.

I opened up the door, and came face to face with a 6’3 tattooed man, and Bobby Schubenski, co owner of Black Craft Cult.

Well, fuck.

I tried to shut the door on them, but holy shit was the other guy strong.

“Bella, open the door.” Bobby instructed.

Fuck the more I seemed to push back against the door, the more it actually opened.

“Hey, knock it off.” Brandon snapped, lifting me up and back away from the door.

Damn it, every time. Really? I couldn’t have good luck even one fucking time?

“Fuck.” I muttered as Brandon put me down, put kept an arm around me, and let the tall guy and Bobby inside.

As per usual they locked the door behind them.

“Go down to the conference room.” Brandon instructed me.

“But dad,” I whined, knowing it would piss him off.

“Don’t fuck with me.” Brandon stated, and pushed me towards the conference room.

I glared at him, but made my way to the conference room.

I heard a chuckle, and without looking back I flipped them off.

Before I could be yelled at I ran a bit faster and made my way down to the conference room.

“Causing trouble already?” Nick Martin asked.

“You know it.” I replied.

“What?” Nick asked looking back at me.

“I know that the one guy was Bobby, who was the other guy?” I asked him.

“Are you serious?” Nick wondered.

“Yeah, I’ve never seen his face before.” I told Nick.

“Well I’m flattered that you know of me.” Bobby said to me, walking into the room with the other guy and Brandon.

“Don’t be. I also know who Hitler is, doesn’t mean I’m a fan.” I stated.

“Wow.” Bobby chuckled.

“I guess I’ll introduce myself. Trace Cyrus from Metro Station.” Trace introduced himself.

“Damn, all the other band names taken?” I asked him.

“Do not test me dear, I only came here to help you. Fuck with me and I’ll make my stay extra memorable.” Trace snarled in my ear.

“I don’t want your fucking help.” I growled back.

“Bella, stop.” Ryan warned me, walking into the room with a lot of the other people.

“Fine.” I said, giving up and walking over towards them.

We all sat down, and TJ was the last one to walk into the room.

“Dear, if you were going to take something, you might’ve at least given me something.” TJ told me.

“Tough shit.” I responded.

“Bella take it down a few notches for fucks sake.” Chris instructed me.

I sat down across from him, and everyone else slowly calmed down and took a seat.

“The floor is yours.” Ronnie told Trace and Bobby.

“Okay so when was the first time you had sex?” Trace asked.

“Wow, shouldn’t we have at least dinner first?” I questioned him.

“Is she always like this?” Trace asked.

“No, she was more defiant at first, now she’s just kind of a bitch about things.” Danny told them.

“I’d be glad to break both of those habits.” Bobby stated, with what could only be called a sadistic look on his face.

“Me too. Back to the baby though. Answer my question.” Trace demanded.

“4, maybe 5 weeks ago.” I answered.

“That was with Chris, right?” Trace wondered.

“Unfortunately.” I said.

“Are you sure you’d never had sex before?” Bobby questioned me.

“Yes, never before. I was abstinent, but that’s been shot to hell.” I told him.

“Babies normally don’t show up on a ultrasound until about 7 weeks minimum. So we won’t be able to see anything. So basically we just have to wait for another 3 or 4 weeks depending on whose it actually is.” Trace stated.

“We’ve decided to wait for 4, just to make sure.” Chris said, with everyone else agreeing.

Well, everyone but me.

“No, because then that means I don’t know who the father is.” “I stated.

“Exactly.” Danny stated.

“That’s not fair to me, I deserve to know.” I told them.

“It’ll complicate things things that don’t need to be complicated.” Ronnie said.

“Complicate things. For fucks sake if this whole kidnapped thing wasn’t enough then I get knocked up against my will. Fuck that. You know you can run your mouths on this whole bullshit dom helping me out thing, but you know that isn’t true.” I yelled at them.

I got way too overwhelmed, and didn’t want to lose my cool whether it be anger or sadness. I got up and left the room. I went to the auditorium, and sat down in the middle of the aisle hoping that no one could see me.

This whole thing fucking sucked, all I wanted to know though was who the father.

Did I not deserve that?

A few minutes later Trace and Bobby walked in.

“Bella, come on let’s talk.” Trace cooed.

I was annoyed so I stood up, and just looked at them.

“What is it that you fully want?” Bobby asked.

“To be released.” I answered.

“With regards to the baby.” Bobby added on.

“Right now I just want to know whose it is.” I told them honestly.

“We can’t do that now, but everyone came up with a compromise and once you hit the beginning of your 4th month we’ll tell you.” Trace promised.

“How can I trust you?” I drilled him.

“If we don’t tell you, then you’re free to walk out of here and never see us again.” Bobby told me.

Okay yeah, they were serious about this. They wouldn’t bullshit about that.

“Are we good?” Trace asked.

“Yeah, whatever.” I mumbled.

“Oh, and you have to start taking these.” Bobby said, tossing me a bottle of prenatal vitamin/pills.

“I’ll think about it.” I told them.

I wasn’t sure what I wanted yet, and I was going to think things through.

“Yeah, that’s not negotiable.” Trace stated.

“Really?” I tested him.

“You don’t and I’ll pin you down and force it down your throat.” Trace threatened me with a grin on his face.

Hey, at least he was honest.

Notes

What do you guys think, does Bella really want this baby?

Fun little fact I found out about Bobby Schubenski, he was in a band called The Witch Was Right and Brandon Richter was in it and there was one concert that Ricky actually played guitar with the band for a night. I don't know if the band's still going but now he's a co-owner of Black Craft Cult.

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