Abused

Finally, FINALLY the lockdown is over. The place quieted down after I got scratched, and me and Billy almost slept in the basement. Aaron seemed to be sleepwalking, too. Right now we are sitting in a taxi, soon getting back to our hotel. I have still three long scratches that go all the way from my shoulder, over my chest to almost my jaw. I also heard that three is claimed to be a demonic number, so..

My eyelids feel heavy, and I just want to close my eyes for a moment and get to sleep- I am so fucking tired. But nah. Instead I fight against the sleep and stare outside the window. The whole world is still asleep; It's a bit over 5 am in the morning. Some people are probably soon getting ready for work. And we are getting to sleep after being up all night. Literally. It has been a 20 hours long day.

Soon the taxi stops in front of a familiar building. I stretch my tired feet and get up from the taxi. We all probably look like we've been partying hard somewhere for the whole damn night.

I walk slowly behind other guys inside the hotel. The reception seems pretty empty, there is only one young woman who seems to be drinking coffee to stay awake. She gives Zak our keys and we tiredly climb the stairs up to the fifth floor.

"Here's your key, Nad..", Zak says and throws me my room key. I mumble a 'thanks', and unlock my door. I stop for a moment, when I hear Zak say something. "What?" I say and turn to face him. "You okay?" he asks. He has a bit concerned face again. "Yeah.. Just.. tired.." It has been a rough day and I have tons of things I have to go trough in my head, and I really just need to sleep it over now. "Kay.. Try to get some sleep..", he says. "Night.." I reply tiredly and close the door silently behind me.

I lay on my back in my bed. I am just too tired to do anything yet. For maybe ten minutes I just lay there. I try not to fall asleep, because it's very uncomfortable to wake up after sleeping with your clothes on.

I get enough strength to kick my shoes off. I try to remove my socks. It takes me almost five minutes, just because I feel so fucking tired. Then I just take off my jeans and change into black sweatpants. I decide that they are comfortable enough for sleeping. I wont sleep very long, because I usually wake up early, so..

I get in the small bathroom to brush my teeth. Then I drink a cup of water. I am too impatient to wait for the water to get cold, so I drink warm water. It tastes bad. I look at my reflection in the mirror and all I can say is that I look pretty awful. I have dark shadows under both of my eyes, and my hair is such a mess. I walk back to the bed, crawl under the blanket and close my eyes. Immediately I fall asleep.

I wake up after a couple of hours. At least, I think it's been a couple of hours. I wake up at the feeling of someone staring at me. Ugh. I am too lazy to open my eyes, but if I find Aaron here, I swear I'm gonna kill him. First of all, I want to sleep. Second, I don't want him to sneak around like a crazy psycho rapist or something.

My eyes flicker slowly open. I see someone standing in the corner of the room. It is a man, definitely. Looks too tall to be Aaron, though.. And it doesn't look like Nick.. This figure looks very strong.. So it has to be Zak. But why is Zak in my room in the middle of the night? Okay, in the middle of the morning. But anyway, shouldn't he sleep as well?

I am just too tired to care. I close my eyes for a moment, until they flicker open again. Wait. Zak is gone. And then I realise something. "Zak" couldn't be the real Zak, because he disappeared in like two seconds, and.. without opening or closing the door. There are absolutely no places to hide in here..

I get up from the bed and run at the door. I unlock the door. My hands are shaking. I run in the hallway to Zak's door. I don't even have socks on. Just my sweatpants and a top.. Then I hesitate a bit, before I know his door. "Come on.. Open the door, Zak.." I knock again when I don't hear anything.

I soon hear someone unlock the door. Zak opens the door wide. He is wearing sweatpants, and a white shirt. I wonder if he got dressed in two seconds to open the door, or if he slept with all of his clothes on.. "Nad?" he sounds surprised. "Yeah.." I mumble. "Can't sleep?" he asks. "May I come in?" He steps away from the doorway and gestures me to come inside. I try hard not to freak out in front of him.

"It's not that I couldn't sleep because I'm not tired.. It has more to do with that.. that black shadow guy in the corner of my room.." I mumble. "Oh..", he says. "May I... May I sleep here?" I sound a bit shaken. He steps a bit closer and places his arm comfortingly on my shoulder. "Yeah, of course.." I feel safe with him and I start to calm down a bit. "Listen.. sometimes this stuff follows me around.. But it'll give up and disappear soon.." He says and I nod. I sure don't want to have a black shadow guy following me around!

I notice that he doesn't have a couch I could use.. I guess I will sleep on the floor, which is still way better than my own room. I don't like sharing it with people, who are not alive. If they have ever been.
"Come 'ere", he says and walks me in the bedroom. "You can have the bed..", he says. I just shake my head. "No. I can't make you stay awake just because I am too scared to sleep in my own room.." He smiles a bit. "Sure you can.. It's kinda my fault that something followed you here..", he says, but I still shake my head. "Gonna share the bed with me?" I ask and look at my feet. Awkward. In the corner of my eyes I see him shrug. "Yeah, sure, why not.." He mumbles and sits on the bed. "Which side do you want?" He asks. "Either.." I reply and sit on the other side. I lay on my back and sigh loudly. "I'm so so sorry about this.." I start. "Don't be..", he says softly. I turn to face the wall, my back towards him. I try not to make it any more uncomfortable for him.

I close my eyes. "Hey Nad..", he says. "Yeah?" He gets under his covers. "Sleep tight." It makes me smile.

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My eyes flicker slowly open. Everything looks a bit blurry. Oh, jeez, I must've slept at least a day, at least that's how I feel. I look around me. Where am I? In my hotel room, I assume.. My head feels heavy. It's aching. I only feel this way when I drink. Have I been drinking somewhere last night?

Then I remember something. Oh, right, the lockdown. We came back to the hotel around 5 am, so it has to be midday. At least. I stare around me, wondering how the room looks a bit unfamiliar. First of all, it's very clean in here. In my house, it's always messy. I have at least clothes all around the place. In here, there's only one shirt on the floor. A black, pretty large shirt.

Then I turn on my back and notice someone in MY bed. Oh no. What have I done last night? I blink in confusion, when I notice that it is Zak Bagans.. in the same bed with me. WHAT HAVE WE DONE? If I have done something with him last night, I must have been drunk as hell. But because I can now clearly remember our lockdown, I am sure nothing happened. But why is he here? Or actually, why am I in his room?

Then I remember the shadow figure in my own room. After another mental kick I remember how I reacted in the night. Really, who runs at Zak because she sees things when she is technically still half asleep? But it felt so real. I could swear I saw someone staring at me. Someone very tall and very black.

"Hey.. Zak.. You awake?" I say and poke him gently. He yawns, and mumbles something, but I guess he is not. I smile. He looks adorable when he is asleep. His hair is a bit messy, he has his eyes closed very tightly. He has this very peaceful look on his face. So peaceful, that he never looks like that during the day. He looks happy. I spend a good minute just staring at him, and studying his face.

Then I decide to get up and check the clock before waking him up too early. I stand up carefully, trying to be very quiet. I walk from the tiny bedroom to the small living room area. The clock seems to be nearing one pm. So I decide to go back and wake up Zak. He must have something else than sleeping to do today.

I stop right next to him, kneel on the bed and shake his shoulder with my hand. "Hey.. Zak.. Wake up", I say quietly. He mumbles something again and tries to turn his back to me. I grab his shoulder and prevent him from turning. "Zak.. wake up.." He murmurs something and then (finally) opens his eyes. They look confused and a bit tired. The beautiful blue of his eyes seems questioning. "What time is it?" he asks. He sounds very sleepy.

"It's past the midday", I answer and grin when he looks surprised. "Really?" His voice is a bit raspy. "Yeah.." I smile at him. He yawns and sits up. "Umm..", he starts.

He just stares at me, like wondering if he should say that something or not. He opens his mouth, but nothing really comes out. I smile at him gently again, and he returns my smile. Like I said, he looks adorable in the morning. He then just closes his mouth, like deciding that he shouldn't say it.

"Gonna go and get dressed? We're gonna fly back to Vegas today, remember?" he ends up asking. "Oh, yeah, right.." I stand up and walk at the door of the bedroom. I stand there for a little while, and just can't help staring at his perfection. How can it be even fair that someone is.. just.. perfect?
I can't even focus on being afraid of flying when he is nearby.

"Hey Zak.." I say and he gazes towards me. "Yeah Nad?" He seems to stretch his hands as he stands up. "Thanks for allowing me to sleep here.. I couldn't have slept at all in my own room.." He just nods and smiles. "No problem, really.." He replies. Then I just walk trough the tiny living room to the door and walk towards the door of my own room. I stop at the door for a small moment, hesitating. It might be that the shadow guy likes it in my room and wants to greet me today by scaring me and causing me a heart attack. I shake my head. Come on, that can't be true. I open the door and step inside. It's a bit cold in the room, but otherwise everything seems normal.

I get my make up done and I start collecting my clothes from the bed and the floor. Ugh. Now I can be afraid of flying. Even though we obviously made it alive last time, you'll never know what happens on this flight. Really. I'd rather walk than fly!