Set ones Heart on Revenge <DNF>

Chapter #2 (𝙷𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚎)

⚠️This chapter includes threats, guns, knives, drugging, kidnapping, and other serious topics⚠️

♡George POV♡
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From the window of my room, I could see the multi-colored leaves falling from the trees. It looked like there was a morning frost on the ground and there was a slight mist in the air.

I sat on the windowsill seat, when I heard a loud knock at the door.

"Come in," I called out. My dad shuffled in the room while wearing a blue flannel jacket, some jeans, and a plain white shirt.

"We will be going out of the house for a bit. Please, whatever you do, don't destroy the place." My dad scoffed.

"Who's we?"

"Your mother, your siblings, and I are going on a family vacation for the day."

"Oh...uh- ok."

"Is there an issue?" I shook my head no and my dad left my room, not closing the door all the way though.

"Great, now how do I entertain myself for a few hours?" I asked myself. After putting some thought into it, I just decided to see what was on Netflix.

I skipped down the steps and throw myself onto the large couch. There were lots of windows next to the couch that allowed lots of light.

I saw shows like Legend of Korra, Squid Game, Julie and the Phantoms, Outter Banks- OooOh~ that last one sounds cool!

I clicked on Outter Banks and pulled a blanket over my body to keep me warm as I watched the show.

I about three episodes in when suddenly, I hear some odd sounds coming from outside. I look out the window and see some rustling in the bushes.

After a close look, I didn't see anything in the bush and just figured it was the wind outside. I got off the couch and decided to get a glass of water to clear my mind.

I walked into the kitchen, grabbing a glass and headed over to the fridge, filling up the glass. I chugged the water before walking over to the sink to set the glass in it.

I carefully set the glass down in the sink before looking out the window above the sink.

There in the window stood a man. He wore all lime green, but he what looked like a bullet proof vest in black on top of it. They wore a lot of chains too.

(Kinda like this ^)

I couldn't see a face, instead, there was a white smiley mask.

I jumped before rubbing my eyes quickly to make sure it was fake. I slowly opened my eyes and sighed when I no longer saw anything.

I turned around to see the man sitting at the kitchen island, probably around 10 feet away from me.

"W-who are you and how d-did you get in here?" I asked the mysterious person as I pulled a kitchen knife out of the drawer.

"Calm down there, cutie~, I am not here to hurt you," The person chuckled. I felt myself fume at the pet name.

"Don't call me that, you filthy bitch!" I spat. The figure didn't have a reaction, they just hummed in amusement. It was silent for a moment before I spoke up again.

"Get out of my house before I make you-" I held up the knife as I walked closer to the figure and held it up to their neck.

Within the blink of an eye, he had stood up from the stool, and pushed me back against the counter. I let out a groan.

"Im not afraid of you!" I tried escaping their grip, but to no success.

"Oh? Well, you will be," they chuckled. I swung at them with the knife, the blade barely missing their shoulder. They pulled out a knife as well.

"You're gonna regret that."

My blood my pumping and my heart was racing. I hadn't really ever been in a real fight where I could potentially die. Normally my opponents are a punching bag, a dummie, or a person who was paid for by my father.

Eventually, using all my strength, I was able to slam them onto the ground. I got on their lower stomach/crotch area to keep them down. I was left panting from the fight and my face was all red.

The figure chuckled, "Are we fighting or flirting?"

"WE ARENT FLIRTING!" I shouted. The person took advantage of me being distracted and kicked me off of them and they stood up, holding me in a head lock.

I squirmed in their arms, trying to get out, but to no success.

"Open up!" They cooed as they managed to pry two fingers into my mouth and open it. I was about to scream, hoping someone would hear me, but I felt something for down my throat. A pill.

I felt myself slowly becoming weaker and I became more tired. I tried fighting it off, but eventually I succumbed to the darkness.

♡??? POV♡

Finally after a few minutes of struggling, I felt his body go limp in my arms. I lifted him over my shoulder and carried him out the door.

"Yo, dude. Hop in!" My friend, Sapnap, shouted as he pulled in the driveway of the Davidson Mafia Mansion.

I threw the bosses son into the backseat of the car, quickly tying his arms and legs so he couldn't fight us, or more importantly, run and tell the cops.

"Wow, he did a number on you," Sapnap looked at all the bruises forming on my face as I took off my mask. It'd be kinda weird driving down the road and you see a guy wearing a mask pass you.

"Yeah, I know. He may be little, but he's a fighter that one." I looked back at the boys unconscious body.

"We should hurry up and get back to the office. We don't know when he's gonna wake up or when someone's going to show up!" I nodded and Sapnap hit the gas petal.

"Why did you have to kidnap him again?"

"I've told you a million times." I spoke plainly, as if he was asking me what I wanted for lunch.

I looked back at the boys body again. He was probably in his early twenties. His brunet hair was fluffy and fell in front of his freckled face.

Sweet Dreams Shortie