Your body acts on its own. You leap up and through yourself into his arms. Only now do you realize that it's Al because of the smell on his jacket.
You burry your head into his chest as a river of tears floods down your cheeks. A few chocked sobs escape your mouth, but you don't want Al to know you're crying. He can probably feel all the tears absorbing into his shirt, but still.
He pats your back gently; he leans down and whispers soothing things into your ears. Although, you can hardly tell what he's saying. You're still traumatized from what you've seen.
Al looks up from you and realizes that you two are about two feet into the room. He knows what Oliver will do because he disobeyed and went to get you.
He lets you go and turns back, but in that instant, Oliver shoves a rag in his face. Al tries to hold his breath in and struggle against Oliver, but he doesn't last long. Al stumbles back, almost knocking you over.
You wipe away some of your tears, but everything is still blurry. You see Al falling back, and Ollie is standing information of you with an unusually large grin.
Oliver reaches out to you and grabs you before you can run away. One of his hands are behind your head, the other, shoving a rag over your mouth and nose.
You try to struggle, but to no avail. You start to go numb, then your vision blurs, and you can't hear anything anymore. Soon, everything goes black.
~Ollie's PoV~
Poor Al and (y/n). If only they would listen to me. I had to tie the poor dears to pipes in my special room so they wouldn't escape when I go out to get things to repair the doors.
Why'd Al have to go and be a big meanie and break the doors? He did that, AND he disobeyed me and went and got (y/n) from the basement.
I had to go and get brand new doors. I remembered that I had one in the attic, but I had to go to the store and get two brand new ones. I got really strong ones so Al can't break them again.
They should be awake by now. Chloroform only lasts for about ten minutes. I've been gone for over half an hour.
I already repaired the door to my special room with the strong door from the attic. I did that right when I was done tying them up. Even if they could get out of my knots, they'd have to get through a strong door. And I even took Al's bat! Haha, I feel so clever!
I skip down to the room before my special room where one of the doors wait to be put on. I have a screwdriver and some screws for the door hinges in my hand.
I walk down the stairs and I reach the bottom. I hear some yelling from my special room.
Looks like Al an (y/n) are awake.
I hop across the room. The door can wait. I want to see Al's face. I definitely surprised him with the chloroform!
I open the door to the room and I hop in. I brought the candle from the room before. This room can be pretty dark sometimes.
I walk to the left wall where the pipes are and I shine the candle on them. Poor (y/n) looks so sad. I feel so bad, but she broke the rules.
Al's face makes me giggle. He looks so angry, it's so funny!
Al yells at me though.
"Oliver! What the hell?! Let us go!" He shouts.
"Allie, I can't do that. (Y/n) has seen too much, and you both broke the rules," I reply calmly.
"Uh..." (Y/n) speaks up.
"Yes, poppet?" I lean down to her and give her a big smile.
"Can you please let us go? I don't want to stay here," she says with a hoarse voice. Aww, she must have been crying.
This makes me frown. Oh, well now I'm sad! I know that I can't let them out, but I can't leave them down here. (Y/n) looks so sad. Her (e/c) eyes are glossy and around them, it's red and puffy.
Oh, I know what I can do! I have a special recipe for this exact occasion.
I jump up and run out of the room, shutting and locking the door before I go. I leap up the stairs and head to the kitchen.
I notice the cupcakes that were being made. I guess well never eat them, so I might as well add the special ingredient to them.
I reach into one of the cabinets above the sink. I reach to the very back. I have to stand on a chair because I'm too short to reach the back.
Matt could have reached it, he's the tallest in the house. I'm the shortest, Al is a few inches taller than me and Francis is about an inch taller than him. Matt is a bit taller than him.
I grasp what I was looking for. I pull out a jar filled with powerful sleeping pills. A few of these could knock a person out for a whole day.
I take four out of he jar and set them on the counter.
"I have something to break them with. It's here somewhere..." I say to myself. My nose wrinkles as I try to remember where I have my mortar and pestle.
Oh yeah, it's in one of the cabinets under the counter. I open the one nest to the stove, and there it is, sitting near the back. I pull both pieces out and I set them on the counter next to the pills.
I put the pills in the mortar and begin grinding them with the pestle until they are a powder.
((A mortar and pestle: en. wiki/Mortar_and_pestle It's just from Wikipedia so it's not much))
I dump the powder into the frosting and mix it until you can't tell I did anything to it. Then I put the frosting in the fridge and the cupcake tray gets put into the oven.
*Time skip to when the cupcakes are done brought to you by Writer-Chan's laziness*
I pull the cuppycake tray out of the oven with my oven mitts. I set the tray on top of the stove so the hot tray doesn't burn the counter top. The cupcakes have risen nicely, thanks to mine and (y/n)a great teamwork. Now I just have to put on the frosting.
I take the bowl of icing and put most of it into a frosting bag that has a star tip. The pink frosting looks very good on the cupcakes, although I only frost two of them. They're both for (y/n), just incase the first one falls on the ground or she doesn't eat it.
I take the two cuppycakes in my hands and walk to the basement. I had time to fix the other two doors while the cupcakes were baking, so now every door is fixed.
I left the first two doors unlocked so I could get in easily. Plus, Francy and Mattie aren't here right now, so I don't have to worry about them.
When I get to the room before mine, I balance both cupcakes in my left hand and I unlock the door. I then take a candle in my other hand after I put the keys back in my pocket.
I push the door open and in the candle light I see (y/n) and Al sitting on the floor together still tied up. (Y/n) is sleeping.
She's so cute I wish I could take a picture! She's so adorable all the time!
Anyway, I shut the door with my foot. The slight breeze from the shutting door almost blows out my candle, but I protect the small flame. My foot steps are the only sound in the room as I near al and (y/n).
Al looks up to me. He has hatred and disgust in his eyes. He's never looked at me that way before...
"Al, I know how we can make (y/n) forget all about this!" I exclaim quietly because (y/n) is still sleeping.
"Oh yeah, what?" He spits out. He sounds angry. This makes my eyes look a bit sad.
"Have her eat one of these," I reply, showing Al the cupcakes.
"Nuh uh, no way. I don't want to give her those. You can but I won't," Al sounds like he doesn't like my offer.
"Fine, I'll give them to her. Just, when she falls asleep, you have to carry her to her room. And you absolutely must act as if nothing at all happened, agreed?" I ask. I Al doesn't agree to this, (y/n) may never like me again.
Al waits a moment before replying. "Fine."
I gently shake (y/n) awake. She bolts upright the moment I touch her and she tries to scramble away. The ropes binding her to the pipes prevent her from moving far.
"(Y/n), dear, would you like a cuppycake? I made them myself," I say in a sweet voice.
"No. No way, Oliver!" She says her voice is still quite hoarse, but it has gotten a little better.
"Fine. Have it your way," I say with a straight face. It sounded a little cold, but she won't remember it anyway.
I push my elbow into her forehead and I plug her nose. She has to open her mouth for breath, so that's when I shove one cupcake in. I pull the wrapper off as I clamp her mouth shut.
"Now, darling, things would be much easier if you would chew your food properly," I say with a sweet smile, still holding her mouth closed.
She obeys, but reluctantly. She sobs silently as she swallows the last bits of the cupcake. I then cut the ropes binding her with a small knife I had in my pocket.
Her eyes widen and she gets up and start to run for the door. She doesn't make it far before she collapses like a rag doll. Aww, she's so cute when she's unconscious!
I turn my attention back to Al, and his face looks shocked. I take my knife and I cut his ropes.
I immediately feel a ton of force on my left cheek and I fall over. Now my cheek hurts a lot and I have to hold in my tears. I think Al punched me.
"What was that for?" I ask him.
"Because you're an ass," he replies, walking away.
"But, Allie, I didn't mean to," I reply. My tears start to leave my eyes.
"I'm taking (y/n) to her room," he states. He doesn't look at me. He's facing forward.
"Mhmm," I reply. My tears start to flood out a lot more.
He kneels down and lifts up (y/n) and hold her bridal style. He walks out of the room and I hear him walk up the stairs a moment later. I think I mad Allie mad...
