Chapter Four

Video Surprise

I'm thinking back to three years ago,

I thought of making you go eat those words you said to me,

Watch you undress, you're hysterical,

I might be giving you the money but today... (forgive me)

Ellie clenched her fists as she listened to the song that was being blasted in the room next to her. Ever since Ryan and Sebastian left her room, she'd collapsed on to his bed and let out a weak sob. Keeping up a façade when all she really wanted to do was cry, was hard and exhausting. Her head still throbbed, and the loud, disturbing music wasn't helping.

Daddy's little girl doesn't like the way I talk,

She's a spoilt little girl,

Gonna' have to cut her off,

Because that's the way it goes with the spoilt little girl

I don't know when love is real,

"Blegh..." she moaned in to the pillow. "Why did they have to put on THAT song? I bet you anything that it's Scott..." she grabbed the other pillow and slammed it over her head in an attempt to block it out.

Daddy's little girl she's so nasty in the sack,

She's a crazy little girl,

Gonna' have it coming back,

Because that's the way it goes with the spoilt little girl,

I don't know why love is not enough,

Pouting in to the pillow with distaste, she let her small tears stain the green pillow, her legs flailing about behind her in a mini-tantrum. Stop acting childish, she scolded herself and held the pillow closer over her head. She inhaled sharply, noting the smell of Ryan was a rather nice one, and reminded her of the men's soap that they used to sell back home. She paused for a moment, making a face at her thoughts. So now I'm sniffing this guy's pillow? I'm a sicko, she scowled.

I wish that I was invisible,

Maybe then you'd never see me run away,

I must confess, I feel terrible,

But let's not listen to those voices inside of me,

She closed her eyes as the song rolled on to the chorus, a small sigh escaping her lips and being muffled by the wet pillow. She threw the pillow off of her head and watched it as it landed in front of the door. She'd already tried opening it, but it appeared to be locked from the outside. Considering her situation, things did not look good for her. She didn't even know why they had kidnapped her. Was it all just because she threatened to call the police? I bet they have some form of anger management issues... she silently mused.

A poster child of what we are,

Your hair, your keys, your brand new car,

The love we share, the melody,

The life you lead,

Daddy's little girl,

A sudden shout that was partly muffled by the loud blasting of the song startled Eleanor, causing her to sit bolt upright on the bed, staring at the wall. "What the..." she frowned. She went and pressed her eat flat against the wall, straining to hear over the music.

Daddy's little girl doesn't like the way I talk,

"But keeping her in there is just going to drive her insane."

She's a spoilt little girl,

Gonna' have to cut her off,

"It's MY room! I have things in there that are private-"

"Shut up for a moment, Ryan," a deep voice, easily recognisable as Sebastian's, interrupted him. The music stopped playing, making their voices clearer. "What do propose we do? Let her roam about with the chance of escape?"

A loud sigh that sounded alarmingly close to the wall was let out, followed by Ryan's troubled voice. "I don't know, Sebastian. But at least I'm not being heartless about the situation. Imagine what she's thinking!"

"I'm not heartless," Scott piped in. Eleanor rolled her eyes, yeah, he's just annoying.

"Whatever," Ryan said. "We'll lock the doors or something."

"You're recording today, aren't you Ryan?" Sebastian said quietly.

Ryan let out a frustrated groan, "Yeah? And? I'll just close the damned door! Not a big deal!"

"Ryan..." footsteps sounded and when Sebastian spoke again, it sounded as if he was right next to Ryan and, conveniently, nearer the wall. "If she finds out what you- what we do, how do you think she'll react?"

"We may as well tell her," Scott said nonchalantly. "We've kidnapped her, we've hurt her... Even if we do eventually let her go, don't you think that there will be a huge chance that she'll try investigate?"

Eleanor frowned, not sure if she appreciated Scott trying to convince them to finally let her know what the heck was going on, or if she was irritated with the fact that Scott was implying that she was a nuisance.

"Then..." Ryan said slowly, as if calculating something. "Why don't we just... let her find out?"

"...Find out? As in... Let her see?" Scott asked incredulously.

"Yes. If she knows, then she wont take any further actions," Ryan said, his voice strained slightly.

"Sebastian, stop death-glaring at him," Scott said, the roll of his eyes evident in his voice. Ryan gasped as if being released from something and a low growl could be heard.

"That's the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard..." Sebastian said quietly. Soft footsteps followed by a door slamming indicated the departure of someone. Ellie blink, staring at the wall. I'm so confused...

There was a knock on the door and she almost leapt five feet in to the air. She scrambled back on to the bed and crawled underneath Ryan's bed sheets, slamming her head down on to the pillow and pretended to be asleep. The door opened with a creak and someone walked up next to the bed. She opened her eyes the tiniest bit and caught a glimpse of blue, baggy tracksuit bottoms and white socks. She had no idea who it was, seeing as she never paid attention to what anyone was wearing- well, apart from Sebastian. Though his clothes were easy to remember, what with it being a black suit all the time.

It took all of her will power to keep her eyes shut and not flinch when Ryan's face suddenly appeared in front of hers. He was so close that she could feel his breath on her cheek. Through her eyelashes, she could see his soft expression as his eyes scanned over her face. He resembled a curious cat, and an adorable one at that.

"Sleeping on my bed. You know, most people would think that that's way past third base." He said matter-of-factly. Ellie took sharp intake of breath, and hoped to god that Ryan didn't notice. She went cross-eyed underneath her eyelids in a desperate attempt to keep them shut, and to keep her face straight.

Ryan let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head slowly as his minty breath wafted over her face. "I bet you would have called me a creep if you were awake..." he moved backwards and sifted through his drawers. All that Eleanor could see when she opened her eyes ever so slightly again was his butt, which was sticking out as he bent to reach the drawers. She snickered inwardly before closing her eyes again, deciding against checking him out. He's the guy I want to get away from, after all.

He lifted something out of the drawers and picked something else up along with it. A few moments later, she could hear a light tapping on something. She had no idea what he was doing, and was about to move when he stood up straight again.

"Don't enjoy my smell too much," he said quietly before leaving the room again, closing the door with a soft click. She waited for the sounds of the door being locked, and when it didn't come, she sat up in confusion.

He didn't lock the door? She blinked. Oh yeah- she turned herself around and slid off of the bed as quietly as she could. She looked at the chest of drawers and raised an eyebrow at the piece of paper and pencil. She picked up the paper and widened her eyes at what was written on it.

"I know you're awake- ;) Ryan"

She let out a frustrated yowl and scrunched up the piece of paper and threw it at the door as soon as she heard a snicker from behind it. Her cheeks went a bright red and she stormed towards the door and opened it to reveal a grinning Ryan.

"You're stupid!" she accused him. His grin widened even more as he shrugged.

"Was my bed comfy enough for you?" He asked slyly. Ellie's cheeks turned even more red and she glared at him, folding her arms crossly across her chest.

"That's not relevant- what is it you want? Finally came to sense and are going to let me go?"

"Eh," Ryan coughed lightly, glancing down the hall at the room next to his bed room. "No, not really. I was going to tell you that you can leave the bed room..." He paused briefly when he noticed Sebastian standing in the door way, glaring at him. To Eleanor's surprise, the tips of Ryan's lips curved slightly and he looked back to Eleanor. "... and I'd like you to sit with my as I record my next video."

"Bastard..." Sebastian muttered a little too loudly before turning on his heel and storming off.

ooOoo

"Why is it I need to sit here with you again?" Eleanor let out a sigh and spun around on the chair, bored out of her mind as Ryan fussed about with wires and whatnot. She'd already tried to escape three times, but ended up caught in a wrestling match with Ryan in the attempt of getting to the door.

"Because I said so," Ryan said, his voice slightly muffled due to his position behind his equipment. Eleanor spun the chair so that she was facing him, her eyebrow raised and a not so amused expression on her face.

He lifted his head above the mess and looked at her. "What?"

She rolled her eyes and pushed the chair away so that she slid along to the other side of the room. "Nothing."

He watched her for a few moments as she amused herself with the posters hanging on the blue walls. Her hair was still messy, and he was curious as to why she chose to dye it white of all colours.

"Hey, Ellie- can I call you Ellie?" he asked loudly.

"Yeah?" she glanced at him over her shoulder.

"Why is your hair white?"

She didn't answer for a moment, her hand creeping up to fiddle with the scrunched ends of her shockingly white hair. He was starting to begin to think that she wouldn't answer when she spoke.

"I guess you could call it a... forced preference."

"A forced preference?" He raised an eyebrow at her as she brushed her hair behind her shoulder dismissively.

"I've tried dying it different colours but my hair just keeps going back to the same colour- white." She spun around to face him again, her face expressionless. He made a face before ducking back down amongst the wires once again.

"How is that even possible?" he asked, holding a wire between his lips as he fiddles around with the plugs with his hands.

She shrugged lightly, standing up and peering over the desk at him. "How should I know? It's one of the many things wrong with 'Ellie the Wellie'."

Ryan's head popped up again, the wire still in his mouth. He looks like a meerkat... she inwardly smirked. "Come again?"

"I've got many nick names. That one is the only one I can put up with, though."

Ryan dropped the wire and leapt over the desk, making Ellie stagger backwards as he engulfs her an a suffocating hug. "Awh, poor lil' Wellie." he sniggered, rubbing his knuckles in to the top of her head slightly.

"Eugh! Stop it, creep!" she exclaimed, shoving him away. He smothered his laugh with his hand and turned around to continue setting up the equipment. Eleanor flattened out her hair with a grumpy expression, slumping back in to the spinning chair.

After another ten minutes, everything was set up and he pulled up a chair and sat in front of his monitor. "Righty-o. Let's get this going..." He clicked a few things, messed about here and there, and before they knew it, everything was ready to record.

"What game are you going to play?" she asked. She'd switched the chair for a sofa and was sprawled across it on her front, her chin resting on her crossed arms in front of her.

"Rule of Roses." He said, loading the game as he spoke. He winked at her before gesturing for her to be quiet as he clicked record. She swung around on her chair, always keeping her eyes on the screen as he spoke in to his microphone, playing the game as it comes. Half way through, she could tell he was glancing at her almost nervously. She rolled her eyes, found a piece of paper and a pen and wrote down 'Can I use the shower?'

He narrowed his eyes at me and paused his game. "Fine, but if you try escape again..."

"I wont, all right? I'm pretty sure suit-guy will tackle me if I try anyway..." She grumbled, running a hand through her knotted hair. "Just let me wash my hair, okay? I need it."

Ryan waved a hand at her, sighing. "Go on, go cleanse yourself."

Smiling, she spun around and made her way to the bathroom. She took a ten minute shower in hopes that he'd be finished recording by then. Her hair was damp and clung to her back as she wrapped a towel around herself. She looked at her clothes and made a face. I'll just ask to borrow something of Ryan's... she concluded to herself as she made her way back to his recording room. She hummed a tune to herself and opened the door.

The sight she saw before her made her stop and freeze like a statue. A white, glowing mist was coming from the screen and right towards Ryan's open mouth, who was leaning back in his chair, hands clenching the sides of it and his eyes glowing a bright white.

"What the..."

ooOoo

((Author's Note))

The song in this chapter is Daddy's Little Girl by Quietdrive... Well, at least it's SUNG by Quietdrive, I don't know if they actually own it. :3

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