My One and Only Hostage

Part~11

hello! sorry I'm so slow... I'm back in school so its taking me a while.  on top of that its just hard to write some of the things in both of these books-

also.... IDK what to write for a trigger warning.... just be cautious and don't hate me to much. mmmk?  

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After spending about 30 minutes pacing back and fourth in order to re collect myself, I finally pull my phone back out of my pocket. hesitantly, I scroll through my contact list and make a merged call that had Me, Karl, Sam, Zac, Bad, and Alex.  the phone rang a few times, the sound bouncing around my head like bees in a nest while the anxiety caved in.

"Hello?" I hear Zac say slowly.

"Hey Zac.... I've merged our call with a few others. I need to talk to you all. It's important." tears started to form already and I sniffled. 

"O-okay..." I could hear the concern laced within his voice as others stared to join.  

We started with greetings to each other. Then, we got to the part I didn't want to have to go through... the explanation. I started with how we all had know George was gone... and then how Clay went AWOL... completely off the grid. And finally the call. 

"So I have something else." I could hear groans from everyone signaling they couldn't handle anymore than I had already given. 

"Spit it out already" Alex said clearly annoyed with my hesitation. 

"George called me earlier..." I paused. silence filled the other ends of the line. "He said he was in trouble and he needed help. He told me he had been hurt.... he gave a brief explanation, but it wasn't a lot due to the circumstances.  He sent me a very graphic photo... If you want to see it message me... but are you all familiar with the Glasgow smile?" I could hear hums from the phone.  "yeah... I think that kind of explains itself..." Tears now freely dripping from my face.  "Then he hung up... following the call was a series of photo's of the interior of a house. we are going to find that house. that's why I had called you all."

"I'm glad you did..." Karl said in a calm tone, making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. "We can all meet for dinner tonight at the diner near nicks place? take his van for our trip and maybe discuss what we all know over dinner."  

"Yeah that sounds perfect" Bad chimed in. 

I felt butterflies in my stomach hearing Karl. I know the dinner wasn't just directed at me but I'd like to think so... I have always had feelings for Karl... does he return them? probably not... but its worth a shot one day right? I blush a deep rose at the thought of Karl being mine, but then push the thoughts out in order to focus on the task at hand. 

"perfect! It's a date." Karl giggled to lighten the mood a little. "see you all at 4:30?" Karl asked. 

"yeah, I'll be there. we should all walk though... it would look really suspicious having so many cars in Nicks driveway. we don't know how long we will be gone anyway." Sam was the logical one of course. though I don't know how he can think so clearly in this situation. 

"Good good... well lets go so we can get ready."  bad adds in. 

"Yeah, bring some clothes and maybe something to do in the car. etc." I make sure to add as people leave the call. "Talk to you all in an hour. " 

 ~George POV~ 

My knees felt week as the steps got closer. panic arising within. then a soft click that came to me as Loud of the door latch. then I saw the tall man slowly creep into the room. I kept the sharp tool I used to open to door, hidden on me. 

My breath quickened as he got closer.... he must have noticed my panic because he paused his movements right where he was allowing me time to calm down. I started hyperventilating... this isn't just a panic attack... no... 

no no no... 

I started violently shaking before I could comprehend what to do. Before I went down The blonde rushed at me and knelt in front of me. then I couldn't feel anything. I was numb... like out of my body. 

~Dream POV~  

I don't know what to do. He's shaking... I think he's having a seizure ... Panic fills my mind.

He needs to be okay

He better be fucking ok. 

"DAMN IT GEORGE YOU HAVE TO BE OKAY" I slam my fist into the wall before crouching down near him.

I roll him onto his side as your supposed to, and tear open the chest of his shirt to allow space to breath. I take all cuffs off and create space in order to not cause him damage. he continues to shake like crazy for another minute. before it slows down. I jog to the other room out the door to grab water and bread, along with a bag in case he gets sick. I come back and he is laying on his side, almost lifeless, pale, slow breathing... eyes bloodshot.

it hurts to see him like this. I look at his face seeing the insitions I made around his mouth and realise I fucked up. What did I do to the boy that I loved?  a tear rolls down my face. 

I walk back to my table grabbing a needle and medical thread (whatever the fuck its called XD)  and slowly stitch the wounds I created  privi to tonight.

I feel him moving a little which makes me pull away as soon as I finish, bringing over the bag, bread, and water from the kitchen. 

"Do you want to sit up George?" I ask calmly... he feels his mouth and nods. I grab gently at his shoulder allowing for him to sit up with my support. "Hungry?" he nods once again... his mouth slightly swollen from the stitches. I pass him the bread that he practically gums. I don't blame him... It can't be easy eating with... you know... and he Just came out of a Seizure. 

I leave him be for a little bit so he can eat and hydrate. I don't want to over whelm him again. so I latch the door behind me. 

"Fuck."

~George POV~

Nausea washes over in waves, I try my best to eat what I can. this is to much to bear. why did this happen now? was it the sudden change in lighting as I went from room to room? was it pure Anxiety?  

I don't know...

But I do know that I never want it to happen ever again. 

I just need to end this. either find my way out of this house.... 

or take the easier way out....

I look in my back pocket to ensure the "weapon" is still there, which it is. I take it out to inspect it. Line it up to my wrist... ready to make the incision 

"I'm Sorry." Tears start to roll down my face 

then the door opens once again~

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Hey again! sorry I'm so bad at updating regularly..... I have so much on my plate right now. I think it will get better? i dunno. anyway... Hope y'all don't hate me lol

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