~Are You Hiding Something?~

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"He knows. He's coming back." Frank said.

"Who?" Y/N stepped back.

"Jake." Frank sat down on a couch in front of the fireplace.

"You asshole. I thought something bad was going to happen." Y/N snapped.

"Well you didn't let me finish—" Frank got interrupted again.

"Jake is the least dangerous person we have to worry about. He can't hurt a fly. He's literally physically unable to." Y/N debated.

"You should really learn how to be patient. I barely even made it halfway through my sentence." Frank stared at the bright flames. His eyes glinted with fire.

"Fine. Continue." Y/N plopped down beside Frank.

"He knows that you can't go back home and he wants to 'rescue you'." Frank didn't even glance at Y/N.

"And why is that important?" Y/N asked.

"Because that's the last time you'll ever see him." Frank said calmly.

"Please tell me you did not put my best friend on your hit list." Y/N said punching him in the shoulder.

"That's absurd. I meant that it's too dangerous for you to see him and your friends again." Frank rubbed his shoulder.

"I still think you're going to kill him." Y/N said.

"All right. I'll just leave you in here with your insane delusions." Frank came up behind her, breathing down her neck.

Y/N got shivers and shook him off. Frank left Y/N in the dark room again.

She grabbed her phone. 38 missed calls from Jake and 56 texts.

Y/N threw her phone on the bed and went out on the balcony.

Guards surrounded the whole place, making it impossible for anyone to get in or out.

A pair of arms wrapped behind her. She expected it to be Frank but it wasn't.

Y/N spun around to see Jake smiling.

She pushed him back inside so that the guards wouldn't see.

Frank was right. Jake did come back.

"Jake. You idiot! What the hell are you doing here?" Y/N whisper-shouted.

"Thought you wanted some company in this depressing room." Jake said while scanning the room in disgust.

Y/N heard large footsteps coming closer and closer to the room.

"Get under the bed!" Y/N shoved Jake under the bed, fixing herself.

She threw herself on the bed and grabbed a book, pretending to read it.

The door swung open.

"Oh Frank." Y/N said in a monotone voice so that he wouldn't suspect anything.

"You still hate me, good to know." He closed the door, walking towards her.

Y/N jumped off the bed.

"Drink?" Frank reached into a cupboard, not far away from the bed.

"I'm underage." Y/N hyperventilated.

He nodded. Y/N looked down at the floor, not noticing that he was right beside her.

"Are you hiding something? Usually about now, you'd insult me." He looked at his watch. His knuckles were bruised.

"Are you hiding something? Your knuckles are heavily bruised." Y/N pointed at his hand.

"Had to take care of some business." Frank flicked a piece of hair from his face.

Y/N nodded, non-verbally.

Frank seemed off. He knew something was in there that wasn't supposed to be.

Frank smirked. He snaked a hand around her waist and pulled her closer to him.

"You know, i'd rather you cut my throat then to come into the room unannounced." Y/N tried to get out his grip but instead, he held her tighter.

"I'll keep that in mind. First choking and now cutting throats. You are strange love." Frank loosened his tie.

"Don't call me that." Y/N mumbled. He ignored her.

"It would be a shame if someone was in here that isn't supposed to be." Frank leaned in closer to her face. His hand was now on her neck, holding her in place.

His jaw clenched tightly. Y/N could smell his cologne.

"Back to choking. I thought you couldn't get any worse but now you feel the need to barge into a room and annoy me." Y/N kept eye contact with him.

"You forget that this is my room. I give you all the privacy you need." Frank grinned.

"You narcissistic son of a bitch. I could have been changing." Y/N forgot that Jake was still under the bed, listening to every word they're saying.

"That's not that bad. I only came in here because I know you're hiding someone in here and I know exactly who it is." Frank's hand rested on her hip.

Y/N suddenly remembered. Jake.

"Come on out Jacob Bressler. I'm not going to hurt you." Frank yelled.

Silence.

"He's not here." Y/N assured Frank. He ignored her again.

"I'm not a patient person. Just wanna talk." Frank walked closer to the bed. His footsteps echoing.

Silence again.

Frank peered under the bed. He looked at Y/N.

"Go on. Look under the bed L/N." He stepped back, giving her space.

Y/N dropped down, looking under the bed. She saw nothing. She sighed in relief.

"Well?" Frank asked.

"No one." Y/N smiled.

Y/N looked over Frank's shoulder. Jake was pressed against the wall next to a bookcase. He put a finger to his mouth. Y/N averted her attention back to Frank.

"Jacob. I know where you are. Your mother is pleading for help right now while you are hiding. Pathetic." Frank said, still facing Y/N.

Jake's face dropped into fear. He came out of the shadows.

"I surrender."

A/N: I can't believe I am writing a book about a subway surfers character.

The next chapter will be posted in a few hours.

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