Grey's

•𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎•

~𝚅~
𝚊𝚖 𝚒 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚍?

lights flash as I sway my body to the music, smiling, I let everything go. My anatomy unit that I completely bombed? Forgot twenty minutes ago. Organic Chemistry? Well, that might take a while to forget about. Jamie and I move our bodies together while Mason sits at a table watching us like a body guard.

"I'm so thirsty. I'm getting a drink." I lean over and tell Jamie, she nods as I make my way out of the crowd. It feels like a million degrees in here.

Making my way to Mason he hands me a water bottle.

"Drink this." He states.

"Ugh- Buzz kill." I roll my eyes and head towards a drink I previously had.

He snatches it away and shoves the water bottle in my face. I look at it like it's poison itself and shake my head.

"Masonnnn" I groan out and push the stupid waterbottle out my face.

"You're going to thank me in the morning!" He shakes the water bottle in my face.

Snatching it, I guzzle it down in a second.

"Why aren't you dancing?" I ask him as I wipe my face with the back of my hand.

"Don't feel like it." He shakes his head and looks out over the crowd.

I know he's a ladies man. Mostly because I've seen like ten thousand women come out of his room. Not judging! But he doesn't even need to try.

"What's got you in the slump?" I slur out and push his shoulder.

"Dunno." He shrugs.

"here take this-" I say and extend a hand out to pass him a drink.

He takes a drink and I slip my hand in his and drag him to the dance floor. We dance and dance until I need to pee.

Leaving them to dance I slip out without them knowing. It's better this way. They treat me like a baby and they're the babysitters. I walk towards a hallway with my heels clicking with every step I take. It's dimly lit but shows a bright women's sign in neon purple lights.

Walking towards it, I feel a presence of someone behind me, but I'm probably just imagining things.

Stepping into the bathroom I do my business, wash my hands, and check myself in the mirror.

I look busted. My curls are slowly coming back and my makeup is on the bridge of running off. Yuck. I fix myself up slightly, trying to not look like I'm dying. First I drag my finger along my waterline and remove dripping mascara and then I smooth down my hair with some water and a pony tail.

Leaving the bathroom I walk out with a yawn. I might call it a night and order an Uber.

Suddenly I feel an arm snake around my waist harshly and pull my waist directly to a slightly pudgy one. A hand smacks my mouth and holds it shut.

Freaking out I squirm around like a fish out of water and try to bite the persons hand.

In my ear the person- well a man I think says: "il tuo intenzione di camminare con me e in silenzio." He grips harshly.

What did he just say? Am I going to die? I just turned 22! Moshi will miss me dearly! And my parents are-

Before I could catch up with my thoughts I was pulled outside. He pulls me out and we exit the back of the building that leads to an alleyway. It's dimly lit and scary with nothing but brick walls, trash bags and the black abyss of the descending alley.

He throws me against the brick wall and I hit my head against a sharp curve, causing me to become dizzy. He kneels down looking directly at my face spitting words I have no idea what they mean. I try to piece words together with my sophomore year spanish class, but understand maybe two words.

"I- You have the wrong person I-" I try to mutter out but stop when a harsh slap from him causes my head to hit the wall.

"Stupids puttana. Ascoltate!" He spits at me.

Ok, I know stupid... and that's mean! What did I do? Last I checked I was just trying to take a bathroom break.

A black sports car comes roaring its engine as it creeps towards us.

Yes, please save me. I plea a mantra in my head.

This mean man is getting on my nerves and I have no idea what I did to him to cause him to not only kidnap me but slap me? I have never even seen him in my life...

"Chi cazzo pensi di essere Rio?"
(Who the fuck do you think you are Rio?) A man walks out of his car with a strong booming voice.

I can't see him nor this weirdo because the lights are blinding me. I hope he's not helping this Rio guy. It would be my luck to be kidnapped on my birthday.

"So I did find the right girl." The weird man says with a thick accent. He grips my head strongly and I wince in pain.

"Levatele le mani di dosso!"
(get your hands off her!) The other man growl outs.

"o cosa?" (or what?) The weird man spits out and cocks his head pulling out a gun and pressing the hard cold metal to my head.

A loud boom is heard and I cover my ears instantly and close my eyes out fear. I then realize it was a gun shot.

Am I dead?

I peek my eyes open and realize I'm not. I feel no cold metal, no pressing body. All I feel is weight at the bottom of my feet.

Slowly I turn around and towards the man Rio must've been talking to. He walks towards me and my first instinct should be to run, but his face looks so very familiar.

I coward away from the man instantly and become afraid of round two. I look to my feet and the man who kidnapped me lays there with blood pooling out his neck. Tears stream down my face as I look at the lifeless body at my feet.

"Violet. It's me Grey."

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(sry i have to use a translator!)

If it's not good tell me how to fix it plz!!

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