Taken By The Mafia Boss || DNF

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TW: weapons, attempted kidnapping, swearing, panic attack

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George's POV:

I pace back and forth, Karl watches me from the couch.

"You know you can come to my house if you don't feel safe here?" Karl asks.

"No, I know. I just don't want to put you in danger if they are watching me.."

"We can call the police then? Get a cop to stand outside of the doors..so your safe."

"No, Karl. What if they're a part of some gang..or even the mafia..?" I say.

I stop walking, and my face twists into something I've never felt before.

"What if they are a part of the mafia.." I whisper.

"George, please. Your scaring me now.."

"Then go home, Karl please go home. I'm putting your life in danger right now, I will have a knife next to me at all times, I'll call you if something happens. Please, go home." I say, panic lacing my voice.

"George. I don't give a fuck about what you say or think in this situation, I'm staying with you." Karl says defensively, standing up after.

"Karl, please!"

"I'm sorry, I care about you too much for you to be at risk of being kidnapped. Or even killed.." his voice trails on.

"Karl-"

"No. George stop."

I look down, and bring my arms up to hug myself.

"I'm sorry, George. I..I just really care about you."

"I know Karl. I would be doing the same thing your doing if I were in your situation."

Karl smiles, and jogs over to me. Engulfing me into a hug.

"Your the bestest friend I've ever had, George."

"I can say the exact same for you.." I smile. Hugging him back, tighter than he hugged me.

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Karl stayed for a few more hours, until he had to leave.

I wanted to cry, seeing Karl leave hurt. But, I knew it was only for a little while.. I can survive. I'll be fine. Right?

...

Right?

30 minutes later:

My whole body keeps shaking. Not a whole lot, but it's noticeable. My anxiety has been taking control over me after Karl left, I've been looking around the house every 30 minutes, and making sure the windows and doors are locked.

I've been hearing noises, like footsteps, and voices..it's probably all in my head, but I can't help but feel like they are real..and someone's watching me.

I might just be paranoid. But it feels so real..

A loud sound can be heard from upstairs, where my room is. It sounded like something fell. I don't have pets, and nother ever just feel over by itself.

I jump out of my seat, quietly walking over to the knives, setting my ohone into a drawer I left open slightly in case this happened.

I grab 2 large, sharp knives. Dad would always keep them sharp.. not for a gold reason, but I guess right now it could come in handy..

A creak sounds from the loose floorboards upstairs, and I feel the sobs building up in the back of my throat as I hold in my tears.

Don't cry, George. Don't cry..don't..