52 Weeks

Messy

Kevin placed his hands over his ears. Attempting to block out the screaming and failing. Dex had promised him that nothing bad would happen to Aleksander. Yet here he sat, half tempted to go in there and save his friend but to afraid of the consequences. Is this what Eddie felt like? Kevin wondered. 

The door opened, exposing a messy brit, fixing his belt. 

"What did you do to him?" Kevin asked. 

"I just tested him out, to see what he could do. Damn, does Jordan have good taste." Dex cracked his knuckles and left. The door remained cracked open. Kevin couldn't bare to look, the sounds eminating from the russian let Kevin's imagination run free with all of the things that Dex could've and probably did, do. 

The worst part was Kevin couldn't even get ahold of Jordan. He didn't have Jordan's number and Aleks didn't have a phone. How was the asian supposed to help?

Aleks whimpered, his eye hurting terribly and his bare skin ice cold. His clothes had been torn to shreds, an effort to fight. What was the deal with everyone giving him black eyes? His phone had been shot across the room when his jeans had been torn off. He didn't have the strength to get across the room to get it. Why would Kevin do something like this? Lead him to this horrible place. Aleks really needed to get better friends. 

Thinking back on it, the only one that hadn't hurt him emotionally as well as physically was Jordan. Which surprised the russian more than anything. You would think that it would be the opposite. The man who bought Aleks would inflict the most pain. In reality he gave Aleks the most comfort. Either that or Aleks had a serious case of stockhome syndrome. 

The blackness that had been surrounding Aleks' vision finally took over. Winning against the shivering his body refused to stop. Kevin tip toed into the room, staring at his friend for a moment before glancing around. There was no way someone as protective as Jordan would send Aleks somewhere without a phone, or some sort of device. It was just a matter of finding it. Kevin patrolled the room, checking in pockets of clothes that had been packed, the back pack anywhere he could think to look.

Finally he made his way over to the bundle of scraps and tore through that. A black flip phone stared directly back at him. He snatched it and left the room, throwing a t-shirt over Aleks' shivering body. He opened the phone to see only two contacts, Eddie and Jordan. Why Jordan's name had a heart next to it, Kevin would question later. Either way he hit the call button and held it to his ear nervously, biting at his fingernails. Jordan hated him already, this wouldn't exactly improve their relationship.

"Hello?" Jordan answered.

"Jordan! It's Kevin, look Aleks needs your help, Dex-" A click told Kevin that Jordan hung up. He had apparently heard all that he needed to. Kevin could only hope that meant that Jordan was on his way. 

"Where'd you get that?" A british accent caused Kevin to whip around.

"Uh."