A Sequel to an Alan Ashby Fanfiction

Back at the bus, I instantly retreated to mine and Alan’s bunk, we decided not to sleep in the room with the double bed because I figured I would catch some sort of disease from the amount of times someone had sex in there so we stuck with the two separate beds. I was wrapped up in the blanket when I heard someone enter the room, I tried to hide myself but obviously it didn’t work.
“Victoria?” It was Austin.
“Hey Austin, what’s up?” I half-smiled at him, I didn’t bother sitting up, Austin just came and laid down next to me, he draped his arm over my waist and I snuggled into his embrace.
“Just came to see how you were feeling.” Austin said as he kissed the back of my head.
“I’m alright Austin, I think I had too much fairy floss so now my stomachs waging war on me.” I laughed softly.
“You weakling!” Austin joked.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Alan had entered the room and he looked angry, and since I was already in a self-hate, self-pitying mood, the sad emotions just flooded through, before I had a chance to explain, Alan cut me off;
“Austin! I can’t believe you would do this to me man! How could you?! How could you cheat on me Austin??” Alan dramatically yelled.
I get it. This is some Cashby bullshit. Alan instantly jumped on me and Austin before he settled on laying down on the other side of me. Great. I was sandwhiched between Cashby.
“Is there enough room on this bed for the three of us?” I asked Austin and Alan.
“Yep! It’s like there’s only two of us on here you’re that small!” Alan said as he snuggled closer to me.
“HEY! PHIL! AARON! TINO! GET IN HERE!” Alan yelled.
“Why?” I asked Alan and Austin, looking at them for an answer. But then it clicked. They were going to take a photo and put it online. No. No no no no no. I would get so much hate I can’t deal with this ohmygodpleasedontletmehaveapanicattack.
“No! Austin! Alan! No!” I tried to get out of the bed.
“Hold her down Austin!” Alan told Austin, Austin happily obliged. Austin held down my arms while Alan held down my legs while Phil walked into the room.
“Whaaaaaaaat the fuck is this?” He asked.
“Phil! Help me! They want to take a photo!” I said frantically. But the boys must’ve thought it was me mockingly being frantic cause Phil brought his phone out.
Suddenly my chest tightened. Oh memories, sweet, sweet memories. I began having flashbacks of the night Jared nearly had his way with me, I was restrained. The fact that Austin and Alan were holding me down just made me go into panic mode and obviously I started having a panic attack. Finally they released me as they got into position for the photo, but Austin had clamped his arm around my waist so I couldn’t move. I managed to hide my face in the covers so only my hair was visible. Finally the photo had been captured and I was fully released but I could still feel the panic attack threatening to overcome me.
Breathe! I told myself, breathe, breathe, BREATHE!!! I was panting, the boys probably just thought it was because I was worn out from struggling so I pretended that I was worn out.
“At least let me see the photo in which I was restrained in order for it to be taken!” I forced a laugh as Phil showed me the photo.
Don’t get me wrong, it was an amazing photo, but I just didn’t need any more hateful comments, I really didn’t. As I watched Phil caption and upload the photo onto Instagram, I felt my panic attack increase. I needed to get out of here.
“Well I’m going to take a shower!” I said as I got a towel and fresh clothes as calmly as I could.
“You had a shower earlier today though, didn’t you?” Alan said, watching me as I grabbed my fresh clothes.
“Yeah, but I need to wash the Cashby off of me” I said with a wink as I kissed Alan and walked off to the shower.

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