wrecked house

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Klaviars pov

I tuned my guitar after a long night of performing for my fans. You got me through a long night old friend, the least I can do is tune you up.

"That was quite the performance Mr Gavin" an agent approached me "you know I could take you worldwide. Just say the word kid"

"A kind offer herr agent but I must decline. My partner will be having our child any day now. I can't afford to step away nor do I want to. I'm very excited to be a father" I patted his shoulder before walking away.

Mentioning Apollo was a mistake however cause when I stepped out I was bombarded by news reporters, asking about Apollo and the baby. I sighed. Sorry schatz, I'm going to be a little late.

*Time skip*

I headed home with a bunch of royal blues roses (his favourite colour) as an apology for being late.

"Schatz I'm home and before you get mad I've come bearing gift-" I froze. The whole house was turned inside out. Fear gripped my soul as I dropped the roses and rushed inside.

"Apollo!" I called out to him "are you and the baby alright? Please call out to me my love-" I paused. Sitting on the broken table was a note. I picked it up and scanned through it.

Dear brother
I've captured your partner. If you care about the safety of your partner and child I suggest you and Mr wright perform a retrial to clear my innocence.

"That monster" I crumpled up the note. Shakily I picked up my phone and called Mr wright.

"Hello this is the wright anything agency how may I help you"

"Fraulein put your father on the phone" I said, my voice shaking with emotion.

"Okay" her voice sounded concerned but she didn't ask any more questions.

After a few agonising seconds Mr wright picked up "hey klavier, everything alright"

"No it's not" tears pricked my eyes "I need your help herr wright. Apollo's been kidnapped!"

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