midnight |c.c imagines

Kidnapped// C.C

I cuddled closer into my warm blanket and sighed in relief. I was watching season 9 of Criminal minds. My binge show to be honest.

Camila has been out all day so today was kinda a me day. I don't when I have fallen asleep but I did. A thunderbolt woke me up and I fell out of bed.

"Shit that was hella loud." I mumbled.
I got up and rubbed my head and headed downstairs. I checked my phone and there were 12 missed calls from Camila. I quickly called her back.

"Y/N oh my god finally!" Camila whined angrily through the phone. My eyes widened. I felt real guilty that I fell asleep.

"Baby girl are your ok? I'm sorry I didn't answer the phone I fell asleep and my phone was downstairs." I sighed, running my hands through my hair frustrated.

"No I'm not actually Y/N I'm here in the freeway stuck because my tire is flat." Camila said annoyingly.

"Um I'm sorry I'll be there in 5 minutes." I mumbled. I hung up and grabbed my keys and headed out the door.

I drove quickly towards Camila's location when I finally saw her in the distance. I parked behind her car and I quickly got out and headed towards the passenger side.

Once I got in Camila started apologizing.
"Hey Y/N/N I'm sorry for yelling at you. I was just really scared." Camila said softly. I smiled and kissed her lips softly.

"Alright what's wrong with the car baby girl." I sighed. Camila got out of the car and showed me where the tear was. I lied down on the cold icy road and took a look at the tire. I hummed in frustration.

"Camila I think the tire tore on something sharp." I said. I heard no answer. My eyes widned.

"Camila?" I asked. My head shot up from under the car as I felt a metalic force hit my head. All I could see is is red. A red face throwing me towards the side of the freeway. How is nobody seeing this? Oh yeah because its fucking 2am.

I hear a car zoom away as I try to wipe off the blood off my face. I wince as the agonizing pain of the blow from a metalic tool. Where was Camila. She couldnt have never done this. But who did? I weakly get up. The rain has wiped away some blood off my eyes.

All I could see was the tire tracks on the floor and the deep pouring rain.

"Camila?! Bello!" I yelled. I felt myself start to cry.

I walked groggily for miles until I reached a gas station. I raced into a stall so no one could see that I was injured pretty badly. I looked at myself in the mirror at the big cut that ran across my forhead. I sighed and winced as I cleaned the wound.

As I finished I started seeing blurry. Was I loosing to much blood? I fell to the floor and I started seeing black. No not now! I had to find my Camila!

A/N: Hey you guys🙋 I found this in my drafts and I decided to publish it so you guys can put your opinion on it? 🌚