𝑪𝒓𝒂𝒛𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒚 || Kevin Alvarez

Chapter 1

SONG: In this Darkness, Clara la San

TITTLE: kidnapped

Recap

Your jaw hung low.

There's no way. There's no way. There's no
way.

Tears started to Flood your eyes. Why? Why would he- Why? It doesn't make sense. At all. Your stomach started to twist, and your eyes started to water. You hated the sight of this, so much. Without second thoughts, you flea the scene.

You heard the calls of Kevin behind you. Did you care? Not one bit. For some reason, you didn't blame Kevin for cheating? If that's what it's called. You and Luis had been on and off and you wish you could thank Kevin for being so patient but I guess he's not.

This is just too much for you. With all of the mess going on with your life you just couldn't do this. This was your last straw.

You ran past Diego and left the house. You needed some fresh air. You hadn't noticed your intense breathing and pants of sadness. A waterfall flooded from your eyes onto your cheek. Hot tears spilled over and over again, and your body became light. Your head become light. Everything felt so light. It was any second now that you would have past out.

You needed to leave. Now.

You ran down the street, catching your breathe. The last thing you saw was a little star in your vision, and then you saw black.

Not because you passed out.

But because you got kidnapped.

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You were struggling against the man's grip, trying your hardest to get away and go back to the house. You were crying, pleading, begging for the man to let you go. It was a struggle, you had wish you just stayed at the house. You had wish you weren't so foolish and hadn't ran out. Now look where this got you! You don't know where you are, how far you are from him, or if you're ever going to make it.

You were screaming for help, shouting, cursing, trying your best to make a scene. You don't know where you were, but by the time you heard something shut behind you, you knew you weren't out in the public. This is it, accept your fate. Perhaps maybe you could kill yourself before they could torture you. It's a sad thing to think of, but you just needed to make it out without torture.

You stumbled on your knees, crying as loud as you could. You patted the floor around you, wood. You stumbled around the area, this was a pick up truck. It had to be. Okay, now you should be able to lift up the thingy and leave. You throw yourself around, figuring out which wall was the hollowest. You could not see anything, and your hands were tired up with material you could not even remember.

Once you heard a hollow noise, you knew that was your escape. You turned your back towards it and tried to extend your hands the furthest it could go. You felt a handle, you pulled it, only for it to be pulled up by its self. You heard the once muffled voices nice and clear in front of you. They were talking in Spanish, saying things that you couldn't comprehend.

You frowned and dropped your body, they picked you up and dragged you into some type of building. You didn't try to fight back, you hoped that the most behaved you were that they would let you go. All you did was silently cry and whine. Praying to God that you would make this out alive and you wouldn't be tortured that much.

You felt then drag you, and drop you on cold hard concrete. You stumbled to your feet and stayed on your knees, seeking for some balance. You heard a lot of people come in and out of the room, your whole body shivered at the cold temperature in the room. It was a good 5 minutes of just straight panicking, and un steady breathing. You cried as loud as you could, as long as you could.