At First Blush

Chapter 32

Ollie jolted awake, his breath coming in sharp gasps around the pain in his chest. His whole body hurt. Like he'd been hit by a truck. He couldn't make himself move, didn't want to open his eyes as he started to remember. His heart pounded, sending shock waves of pain through his body as his lungs clamped down.

He dug his fingers into the ground beneath him, and realized that it was fuzzy. Carpet? No. It didn't feel like any carpet in a house. Which meant...car. He was in a car, but wasn't moving. How long had he been out? Had they left Sunset Cove? If he got out now, could he make a run for it?

Shifting, eyes still closed, he stretched out a little more, searching to see how much space he had. It was cramped. So, not his trunk. His trunk could fit Benji, Ty, and Avril if she curled up. Don't ask. He wasn't a car guy, like James, who could tell a car make and model at fifty paces. But what he could tell was that it didn't feel like a ton of space. So maybe a luxury car? He could barely stretch out his legs. And there was something pressing hard into his balls, which really didn't make the situation better.

Before he could wiggle a hand down his pants to investigate what the fuck was in there, the trunk popped open, and he froze, praying they didn't see where his hand was. He heard a cold, gravelly laugh, making his hair stand on end.

A rough hand gripped his hair, yanking his head back at an angle that made him whimper in pain.

"What's your hand doing, Omega?" The voice purred. Ollie couldn't see who spoke, but as another hand pawed at his thigh, trying to spread them, he shuddered.

"I'm going to throw up," he croaked, and realized that he wasn't lying. The hand on his thigh slid too high, and the pain and terror condensed into him puking his guts out where he lay.

The Alpha gripping his hair shouted out a string of curses, ripping his hand away, shaking it vigorously, and Ollie heaved himself onto his hands and knees, stomach roiling as he retched again. When he was done, he heard the Alphas yelling at each other.

"-hat the fuck!? What am I going to do now? My car is totally ruined!!!"

"Shut up you cuck, it's not ruined. If we could get blood out of it, we can get some Omega puke. Besides, it's Lee's fault. He tased him hard. Of course, he was going to vomit."

"You didn't help, you know that Lee wants first taste." Ollie's skin crawled as the Alpha huffed out an annoyed breath. They seemed distracted, and the trunk was still open. He dragged himself up to the lip of the trunk. His back ached horribly, but that was a problem for later. He saw the Alphas were standing a little ways away from him, and that they seemed to be in a warehouse of some kind. Concrete floors and exposed steel beams.

It took some doing, but he heaved himself out of the trunk, managing to land as quietly as he could. It really didn't help that his muscles decided now was a great time to become soft and shaky. While he really didn't have the time, he took a minute to look around again. They were at the entrance, but the trunk was facing inside. And honestly, there was no way he was going to be able to get to the entrance and make any headway before they grabbed him. His muscles really weren't up to the task. So front entrance, that was a no go.

In front of him was a clear space, but like fifty feet away, bins, barrels, crates, and containers were looming shadows in the darkness. Okay. Okay he could work with this.

Peeking at the Alphas, who were still talking quietly, he gave himself a quick pat down. What was in his pants??

Digging his hand into his underwear, he pulled out his phone. Holy fuck. His breath caught in his throat. Ben. He must have put it there. Fucking hell. Ollie switched it to silent and peeled the case off, then took his shoes off, placing them carefully. With one last look around, he avoided the vomit, and slithered under the car. Then, taking a deep, shaking breath, he flung the case out into the open space. Its hard body skittered across the concrete like the world's best skipping stone.

The Alphas instantly broke off their discussion, and ran around the car. "Fuck! Fuck! He's making a run for it!! And he's got a fucking phone! Call Lee, I'll go find him."

The bigger Alpha took off after the phone case, scooping it up, and plunging into the shadows of the containers. The smaller Alpha, the one who was mad about his car, spun around, and Ollie watched his legs move towards the entrance. The shrieking gears of the doors lowering weren't optimal, but hell. They didn't know where he was.

He kept watching as the smaller Alpha turned and jogged off towards the right, towards a two-story office area. He rounded the corner, and Ollie heard the door pull shut. He shimmied back, coming from under the car near the front. Something had dragged against his skin, and it rubbed his back raw. Still on hands and knees, he glanced at the darkened containers, then towards what looked like some sort of conveyer belt loading thing. Lots of metal, lots of nooks and crannies. Only issue, he'd have to crawl past the office thing that the smaller Alpha had gone into.

Creeping forward, he noticed that only the second floor had windows, kind of like an overseer station. And it had blinds, and only the faintest glow of light. Honestly, if he stuck close to the wall, he would be in the blind spot. Taking a deep breath, he crept along the metal door, then hugged the wall as he paused, glancing at the darkness. The bigger Alpha wasn't anywhere he could see. And the smaller Alpha hadn't seemed to have seen him yet.

Gathering his feet under him, Ollie exhaled sharply, put in an all-systems go to his shaking muscles, and shot forward as fast as he could. He ran like a newborn foal, but at least he was up and moving. As he reached the edge of the offices, he dropped to his knees, letting himself slide the last twenty feet to where a forklift sat. Scrabbling, he ducked behind it, breathing hard, sweat beading his brow, his muscles informing him that he was not doing that kind of exertion again unless he fancied passing out.

When he could breathe without wheezing, he held his breath, listening. No sound of alarm. Big Boi was somewhere on the other side of the warehouse still. If he got his hands on something sharp or heavy, he'd be in better shape. And he needed to find a place to wedge himself so he could call... the cops maybe? Would they care about an Omega who'd been kidnapped? You'd think, but honestly, he would be better off calling James.

Finally feeling less like he might pass out if he moved, he darted forward, diving into the metal and electronic maze of the loading conveyor belt thing. As he squeezed himself through the spaces and crawled around with the dust bunnies, Ollie couldn't help but think that maybe he should have gone to the gym with Jax more. After the eighth time he smacked his shin on something metal, he made a promise to himself that if he lived through this, he would never bitch about cardio ever again.