Michael x Noah 🙏

27. ~Look Familiar?~

Michaels pov:
They never untied me like they said they were after the call with Noah. They still had me tied with the knife to my neck.

"You know, why don't we just keep Carter on FaceTime with you in the camera? Really show him what his decision can do." Marcus says to me.
I shake my head, no. I don't want Noah to panic anymore than he already was. He'd probably panic so much, he wouldn't be able to actually function.

"Aw, you're cute. You actually think I'd listen to you?" The leader said, getting closer to me.
I stay silent again.
"I think he's agreeing with the idea~" The man who tied me up said to Marcus. I think his name was Jimmy.
"What? No-" I say before getting completely ignored, or just interrupted.
"I think so too." Kyle said, the man who was holding a knife to my neck. How has his arm not gone sore yet?

Marcus pulled out his phone, taping on it, probably putting in his passcode.
"Please don't..." I say, my voice weak.
I feel the knife pressed up against my neck, not enough to make a cut.
"Don't speak unless spoken to." Kyle said in my ear again.

I hear the sound of Marcus's phone calling someone. Noah.
Marcus props his phone up so it's facing me.

Noah's pov:
My phone rings again with a FaceTime call. The same number as last time.
"Guys, I'm getting another FaceTime call from Boynton." I say, sitting up in my seat.
"What? Are you gonna answer it?" Nicole asks.
"Yeah..." I say, "Probably best if I do."
Hannah moves to the middle seat, looking over my shoulder.

I answer it and see Michael in the same position as he was with the last call. Kyle holding him with a knife to his neck.
I could see the fear in his eyes as he looked into the camera.
My panic rose.

"Can you loosen the knife a little?" I ask Kyle.
No response.
"Noah help..." Michael said.
My heart sink when I hear that. He sounds so broken.
Kyle grabs Michaels head, smashing it up against the pole he was tied to.
"OW!"

I flinched for him. That shit was definitely going to leave a huge bruise. I think it might even be bleeding. I couldn't tell, his head was turned away from the camera. I could just see the pain on his expression.

"Nicole. Speed up. I don't give a shit if I get a speeding ticket. Get to the fucking alleyway."
Nicole immediately sped up the car.

Soon enough the car comes to a stop and I jump out. I run over to where we're supposed to meet up. Does this bitch actually think I'm paying him $10 million?

"Well, hello there, Carter." Marcus says.
"You son of a bitch! What did you do to Michael!" I yell, not in a complete shout, but in a stern way.
"Well, you'll know once you pay." He held his hand out.
"Very well then.l I say, trying to sound calm. I hand my phone in my pocket with Michael still on. "I've got the money." I hold up around 10 envelopes.
"In cash." He says.
"You know it." I smile.
"Well? Hand it over." He demands.
I slide the envelopes back in my pocket.
"No. You know what, I won't until you bring Michael here. Fair trade. I can't trust you."
I watch his face as he thinks about it.
He puts his finger in his ear and starts talking. "Bring the kid here." His finger goes off his ear and he nods. "You got yourself a deal, Carter."

I look back at the car. While Marcus is distracted, I motion for them all to come out of the car and stand behind the walls.

Marcus turns around, Michael being held by the throat with a knife. This looked oddly familiar, unfortunately.
The feared eyes of his hurt to look at. They hurt to even look at me even if I wasn't looking back.

"Now it's all you, Carter" Marcus says, walking back towards me. "Money or your boyfriend's life."
I stand firm. "Okay, Boynton." I clear my throat. "Let me at least hold his hand so I know you'll actually give him to me."

"Hmm." He starts. "Fine." He motioned Kyle to bring Michael forward. I wrapped my hand around his wrist, getting ready to pull him and run.

Once my grip is firm enough around his wrist, I pull Michael from the side so the knife doesn't hurt him too badly. I pull my gun out and aim in at them at I run back.
Their eyes all go wide as I shoot Jimmy in the head.
Kyle and Marcus aim their guns and I run faster.

Once we were about to turn, I hear bloody murder scream come from Michael. I look down at him and notice he's been shot twice in his right arm.
My eyes go wide and I pick him up. I shoot my gun and I'm pretty sure I hit Marcus because they go quiet.

I rush into the car, instructing Nicole to just move the car as fast as possible.
I hold Michael in my arms as the car drives. He was in pain. So much. I took my jacket off.
"Do you care if I...?" I looked at his sleeve, trying to ask if he cared if the others saw the many old scars.
He nodded, his face all wet from tears.
I rolled up his sleeve and wrapped the jacket sleeve around the wounds.

He flinches each time I try to adjust it.
I sigh. "I know it hurts... just bare with me,
okay?"
He nodded. "It hurts..."
Those were the first words he's said to me since he asked for help.
"I know... I'm sorry... we're almost home..." I reassure him.

Hannah looked over with a very concerned looked. She must have been crying as well.
She noticed the scars on his arm. Michael must've not told her. She didn't say anything. What a good friend Hannah is. I can tell she wasn't judging him at all.

Michaels tears stopped, but he definitely wasn't okay. I clung onto me with his left arm since the right one was shot.

We arrived home and I picked Micheal up again, and brought him to the closest bathroom. I sat him on the counter and grabbed some disinfectant solution. I poured a little on a cotton ball.
I removed the jacket sleeve on the wounds.
"This will sting bad, alright. You can grab onto me if you need."
He nods. I bring the cottons bad to the bullet wounds and immediately, he grabs onto my hair so hard.
"Owowowowow!" He says over and over.

One I was done disinfecting them, I throw the cotton balls in the trash.
I grab his left hand out of my hair and bring in down. It did hurt a lot to be honest, but I know Michaels pain is worse, so I can't really be complaining.

I wrap his forearm in bandages, going around his arm 3 or 4 times.

I go to pick him up once again. He leans into my chest and I lift him off the counter.
"You're eating. You've definitely gotten lighter. Lighter than you already were."
He nodded, laying his head on my shoulder.

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