Escape

14

I craved to be in your arms again

Those long minutes in that closet... I felt like they were my last ones.

Dylan's secure arms were the only things that kept me together. I was sitting there in the corner, heard the gunshots and prayed that everyone's alright. I was freaking out so I tried to pretend I'm somewhere else. I've never had a panic or anxiety attack, but I think I was close to something like that. My heart was beating so fast I felt light headed, my breathing was erratic, doesn't matter how much I tried I couldn't get enough air. My whole body was shaking, my tears made it impossible to see clearly. I was focusing on my breathing, concentrating on my chest movements, but everything looked hopeless. Nothing helped.

I know I thought my life fell apart the night Dylan kidnapped me... but let me tell you, I've felt 3 times more terrified when Dylan told me we have to surrender. I saw something in his eyes that was never there before.

It was fear. I saw he was worried and he craved to stay in that closet just as much as me. He tried to reassure me that his wound is okay, but it looked really bad. He lost a lot of blood.

Oh my God Anthony and Daniel... I still couldn't believe it's true. It can't be true...

Last night we had a great time, all of our laughs still echoed in my head. Our bright smiles lit up that dark night.

What about Anthony's parents... what about Daniel's girlfriend? They are probably peacefully sleeping, having no idea that they'll never see them again.

And I won't see them again either. Anthony's ocean blue eyes, where I got lost everytime I looked at them. I try to hold on to the memories, hoping I'll never forget them.

If Dylan wasn't there, I'm sure I'd have chosen to stay in there until I die from dehydration.

I didn't know who these men are, where they'll take us or what they'll do to us. But they're violent. They killed 2 innocent people for fuck's sake.

I tried to listen to what Dylan said, to just stay silent and obey and I'll be okay. But my heart broke to a fucking million pieces when I heard his plead... when he was pleading them to not hurt me.

I physically felt as my main organ decided to stop working and just end me by twisting itself in my chest. He sounded so... scared. Clearly not because of himself, I saw the evil smirk one of the men showed him as a response, and he lost it. He was already pale because of the blood he lost, but he suddenly looked like a ghost when he saw his face.

I was scared for him. I assumed these are the men who attacked us in the previous house and they're here for him. When he started to fight against the men who held him, I knew it won't be good. I was so out of it, but I should've tried to calm him down...

But I was too stunned, the two men tossed me like I'm a fucking rag doll and it made me paralyzed... I feel awful I couldn't prevent it somehow.

One man hit the back of his head with his gun that sent him straight to the ground. My legs gave out from the sight, the 2 two men the only things that held me from collapsing on the ground.

I cried out his name and I couldn't even recognise my own voice...

The one who sent him to the ground grabbed him by the waist and throw him over his shoulder so he could carry him.

I was pulled more towards my bedroom door rather roughly, but I kept my eyes on him during the whole time. I tried to blink away my tears, annoyed that it made everything blurry. They practically carried me through the house, out the front door, and threw me in a huge black car, to the back seats. The other men threw him in the same car, to the seat next to me.