MiniSeries About Timothee Chalamet

Kidnapped Part 4

Warnings - kidnapped, torture, nearly drowning

Timmy's POV

I didn't know how I was still up. It'd been 48 hours since I'd gotten sleep. I'd used my social media to spread the word. Nothing was happening and it was driving me insane. The police were unhelpful as hell. Even bribing was getting me no where. I'd bought a burner phone, and given out the number for texts concerning the situation. So far, it was all fans goofing off. It made me want to break the phone to know they could joke in a time like this.

My best friend had been kidnapped and still the biggest story about me was that Kelsey had taken down pictures of me and her. Sorry a persons life wasn't as important as breakup rumors.

Just then a text came in that rocked my world

"Hey Timothée, I sent this in as a tip to the police too, but I figured you'd like to know. I have a friend named Andy Norbert. He just lost his sister to cancer, so maybe that's the reason for this, but he's being really weird about the case. I used to live there so I check the news on it. He still does, and when I talked to him about the case, he just was so weird. He nearly seemed excited, but in like a bad way. Idk just thought I'd say something in case."

Your POV

"I can't do it anymore," I cried, I'd been treading water for hours, and my body ached. My arms and legs would give up soon.

"Sabrina!" Andy screamed. "Daddy doesn't like it when you disobey."

"My muscles are going to give out," I sobbed.

"No they won't!"

"I'm telling you I'm at my limit!" But there was no way to be logical with him, he was insane. Finally, I couldn't do it anymore. My body gave up. I floated down to the bottom of the pool.

I heard a commotion, probably Angelina trying to get him to get me. I was surprised he hadn't gotten me already. Holding my breath was getting painful. I shut my eyes, so tired of seeing water.

Someone grabbed me harshly. It didn't feel like Andy, but I didn't care to look. If this was what was in store for my future, I wanted to die.

"Y/n, oh y/n!" My real name was being called, as someone cradled me against them. I recognized the voice, but figured I must be dying.

"Mon Amor please!" I heard desperation in his voice. Someone was pinching my nose and breathing into my mouth. The lips were soft and felt familiar. It was the chest compressions that finally convinced me I was alive, they hurt my bruised skin. I opened my eyes to see Timothée.

He was sopping wet and wearing a bullet proof vest. Around me were armed officers, tackling Andy to the ground. He was shouting about his family, and his girls.

"T-Timmy," I choked out.

"Oh, angel," he sobbed, and pulled me to him.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," it was all he could say for quite some time.