Never Letting Go (Scömìche)

Chapter Five - Captured

Week One - Day Four - Ten Days Left

MITCH

I woke up barely able to breathe. My whole body felt brutalized and my chest hurt more than it'd ever done. I thought of Scott and how he jumped to save his life. Except, I didn't know if he was safe, if he was okay at all or if he'd actually made it out alive. Yet, I heard a familiar voice; the voice of the best female in the entire world - Kirstin. I tried to smile, but I was in too much pain. I groaned instead and her voice immediately comforted me.

"It's okay, I'm here." She let out a whisper to me; full of worry and fright but somehow calm. She'd always helped me when Alex had gone overboard on his emotions. But, I'd never felt pain as much as what I was feeling now. I wondered what Alex had done to me. Must've been something brutal. "God, Mitch. What did he to you?" She asked. I let out a murmur.

"I was just wondering that." A breathy, broken voice left my lips. Concern covered Kirstin's entire face for a second - but she composed herself and ran her fingers through my hair, which was weakly pinned back. I attempted to fully open my eyes. The area was blurred but I was welcomed with the sight of Kirstin's face bearing over me. She held a pack of ice in her hand and placed it to my chest. The cold soothed the pain yet it burnt at the same time. I took in a breath - a gasp - and stared up at her, glasses covering her dashing green eyes; her blonde hair tied back into a perfect ponytail.

She was beautiful; It must've been nice to be a role model to everyone. It must've been even nicer to be perfect. She grabbed my hand and kept it there for a while. I let out a shallow sigh and she nodded in agreement as to say: I know it hurts Mitchie... I know...

Eventually, she let go.
"Come on," She insisted, attempting to help me stand up. "Let's get you to the hospital and get you checked out." I accepted. I knew I'd have no other choice - she'd force me if I disagreed. Goes to show how considerate she really is.

SCOTT

It'd been two days since the collapse and the Police were still questioning me. I'd only came out of the incident with a few cuts and bruises and yet they were getting very suspicious. They constantly asked me the same questions; I constantly gave them the same answers.

It turned out the news of the collapse was now going viral around the world and I knew Mitch would be worried. I'd expected a phone call by now - yet, not a single notification from or about Mitch made my phone light up. And then something happened. A text. My heart beat a million beats per second until I saw who it was. Kevin.

I couldn't complain - I hadn't spoken to the guy for a while and I needed to talk to someone other than officers who didn't like me or believe what I say, just because I was from another country. It turned out, I wasn't the only one worried about Mitch. Kevin cared too, which was great to know. He asked me if I'd heard anything from him. As much is it hurt to speak about it, I let a whimper as I messaged him my answer - "No..."

I told him about how the Police seemed extremely suspicious and he immediately began to worry.

"Scott..." He messaged me instantly. "Those aren't the Police. They're fakes. They know who you are and they want to get rid of you. They've tried it with me before too." My heart began to pound when he messaged me again:

"Run - Run right now..."

I sprinted as fast as my long legs could carry me. I heard people shouting and I could hear themselves slamming their feet onto the floor. It seemed almost like it was all synced together - like a march or something. And then it took that one trip; that one mishap and I was down on the floor.

They grabbed me tightly by the arms. They were all masked but yet still wore police uniforms. It was at that second when I realised they were fake, like Kevin had told me. I was pushed down to the floor and the 'officers' secured me there. They tied my wrists tight with rope and it burnt. They then sat me upright and placed a black sack over my head. Everything was dark and I was still panicking until I felt a large painful knock to the head, like someone had hit me with something.

I felt real dizzy and tired all of a sudden.

And then everything went even more black...