Lines We Cross ||Front Man x Reader||

This was fucking insane.

But at this point, I'd made peace with the fact that I might actually be insane.

I had been lying in bed, waiting for 3 AM.

Waiting for the perfect time to sneak into his room like some kind of deranged lunatic. Like I wanted to get caught.

I didn't.

I really didn't.

But if I was going to do something—anything—to stop these games, I had to stop wasting time. I had to move now, while there were still people alive to save.

The hours ticked by so slowly I thought I was gonna lose my mind. I lay there, staring at the clock, watching each minute pass, every second stretching too long.

Then finally—3:48 AM. Close enough.

I got up quietly, making sure not to make a single sound. By now, I knew the guard shifts like the back of my hand. From 2 AM to 6 AM, there were no guards outside my door. No guards in the hall, either. Not outside his room.

I had been keeping track of everything, every small detail that could help me escape. I memorized the cameras, the blind spots, the exact moments I could move undetected.

This was my best chance.

I slipped out of my room, closing the door silently behind me. My heartbeat was loud in my ears, but my footsteps were light, careful. I stuck to the walls, dodging the cameras, moving quickly down the hall until I was standing right in front of his door.

I know he never locks it.

I don't know why. Maybe it's arrogance. Maybe it's because no one in this place is stupid enough to try anything against him.

Except me.

I slowly turned the handle, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside.

Oh my fucking god.

I was actually about to shit myself.

The room was dark, super dark. Moving down the hallway slowly, and quietly. I reached the main part. My eyes immediately went to the bed.

He was asleep.

Or at least, I fucking hoped he was.

I shut the door carefully behind me, holding my breath, waiting for any sign that he had woken up. Nothing. Just steady breathing.

Alright. Time to move.

I got down on the floor, crawling silently toward the piece of furniture where the map said the emergency exit was. Speaking of which. I took the map with me, tucked in my tank top, inside my bra. So now as I remember. A lampstand. That was it. That had to be it.

I reached it, my hands shaking as I carefully opened the shelf.

Holy shit.

There it was. A hidden trap door leading downward.

I stared at it, my pulse racing.

I had actually fucking found it.

My fingers wrapped around the edge of the trap door, and with one hard pull, I yanked it open.

It was louder than I fucking expected.

The creak of metal against metal echoed in the silent room, and for a second, I swear to god, my soul fucking left my body.

Oh, I was so screwed.

I had to move. Fast.

My heart pounded as I swung my legs over the opening, lowering myself onto the ladder. I barely had time to register the dark abyss below before I heard movement behind me. The sheets shifting. The bed creaking.