Rhink One Shots

(Don't) Find Me | (Part 2)

                  

Link woke up with a headache. He grabbed his head with his right hand as soon as his senses came back to him, whining with the pain and the fact that when he tried to open his eyes, there was too much light in the room.
He rolled to his back and tried to understand what happened, where he was, for how long he has slept. But all of those questions were too much of a blur. Like he had got himself drunk, except he didn't. So the dark haired remembered the stranger. Rhett. They were having a nice talk before everything faded to black.
Link tried to open his eyes again. Slowly the brightness started to fade and Link could see the room better. It was quite big - bigger than he was used too - but didn't have much furniture occupying it, which probably made it seem bigger than it actually was. The dark haired was laying on a king sized bed, having his glasses and a cup of water carefully placed on the bedside table beside it, which matched the colors of the bed. In front of him was a wardrobe, also matching the other two items. Besides that, there was just a chair and some paintings decorating the walls. Seemed expensive. The windows occupied almost an entire wall but were covered with dirty white heavy curtains. Still let pass too much light than Link preferred.
Link threw the sheets aside, shivering as the cold air hit him. He was wearing his t-shirt and pants. After putting on his glasses, the dark haired slowly stood up, a yawn escaping his mouth. For how long had he slept?!
By opening the wardrobe, the man passed his eyes through numerous sweaters, shirts and pants. Obviously not his. But his coat was hanging there too. Link quickly put it on, starting to finally feel warmer.
Quietly Link opened the door of the room, entering into a hallway. This wasn't a hotel. It was a house. Quite big since he spotted a staircase that would led him to a second floor. The dark haired decided to leave that aside and silently made his way to where the exit door was, at the same time noticing he wasn't wearing shoes. Whatever.
The house was silent. Maybe too silent. Which made Link shiver again. The atmosphere was heavy and unknown. The dark haired just didn't know what to think.
He put his hand on the cold handle of the front door and pulled on it in an unsuccessful try to open the door. It didn't move an inch. He tried again. Nothing. He was locked here. His breathing intensified. Maybe this is just a huge misunderstanding. Maybe Link did drink too much whenever it was. Maybe he's trying to open it in a wrong way, but with another attempt, still nothing.
By taking one step back, the dark haired remembered he has to catch a plane back to US. Or had. Crap. Crap crap crap did he really mess up this in such a big way?
Link didn't know for whom to call, if there was someone to call for at all. So he made his way back through the corridor, noticing the temperature here was more elevated than at the room he slept, since he started to feel himself sweating with his jacket on. Or maybe it was anxiety. Either way, he wasn't going to take it off.
One of the rooms to which he opened the door was the bathroom. All washed in blue tones and a jacuzzi in a corner. It was bigger on the inside than it seemed from the outside. He tried another room, but it was another door that didn't open. So he inhaled deeply and made his way upstairs.
With no more doors to open, the dark haired walked into what seemed to be a library. Huge shelves occupied almost every wall and there was only one window that gave light to just one side of the huge room. It was pretty out of normal. But what was normal anymore?
- Oh, you woke up! - he heard a voice from the opposite side he was staring at. A familiar voice. When Link turned his head, he found Rhett sat behind an old big bureau.
- Wh... Where am I? What happened?
- You're at my house. - Rhett smiled. The smile seemed a bit forced. - You passed out. I brought you here. - his voice seemed to have less confidence that he wished he had.
- What day is it?
- November 4th.
- I missed my plane... Crap, I missed my plane! I need to go! - his voice raised as his panic did too. Rhett just kept sat there, in silence, looking at Link. - Where is my stuff? I'm so sorry if I caused you any inconvenience. I really need to go now. - more silence from the blond man. - Rhett?
- Do you want breakfast? You woke up pretty early.
With the absolute change of subject, Link understood that there was something very wrong going on. The drink, the conversation, the sudden urge to sleep, it all floated in his head and slowly started to make sense. He felt trapped. He was trapped!
- I want to go. Now!
- You can't.
- Why not?!
- Your home is here now. - Rhett's voice is pretty precise this time. He looks at Link for one last second and then goes back to what he was doing.
The dark haired felt like he is going to faint. He grabs the handrail of the stairs and breathes deeply, trying not to show too much weakness in front of the other man who isn't looking but surely is aware of what is happening. After a couple of seconds, the room stops spinning.
What if he has a gun? He wouldn't need it since he's taller and stronger than Link. But what if he has a gun? What if he will torture him? Link felt sick.
Strongly securing himself onto the handrail, the dark haired ran downstairs again, trying not to have a panic attack with every single thing that passes through his mind. He grabs the door handle of the entrance door again, pulling on it harder this time, but it still doesn't move an inch.
So he runs around the living-room and kitchen, searching for keys in the most ridiculous places one could think of. But nothing. Absolutely nothing! He doesn't have his wallet or phone or anything else.
- Help! - Link screamed on top of his lungs, the sound coming out more high pitched than he wanted to. But it just echoes in the big room. Where even are they? An apartment? Are they even in Tokyo?!
- Looking for these? - Rhett walks in, holding a pair of keys that make a small noise while bumping into each other while hanging on one of Rhett's fingers. He closes them in his hand and gives one step closer to the dark haired. Link immediately gives one step back, feeling his back being pressed against the kitchen island that separated the two big rooms.
- Don't get close to me.
- I won't hurt you.
- Help! - he screams again, this time louder, feeling a pain in his throat.
- No one is going to hear you. - Rhett answered calmly and made his way to the fridge, carefully going through a longer path to not walk closer to Link. - Believe me.
The dark haired pretended he didn't hear that and ran to the door again. - Help! - he screams as many times he can before his throat starts burning by even swallowing.

Rhett had walked upstairs long ago and the man with glasses started to feel pretty hopeless. Why him? Why this? What the fuck?!
His right fist was also burning from being slammed too many times into the door, which didn't even gain a crack. So he sat down, leaning against the wall next to the door, and let a couple more "Help's" leave his mouth until he could make any sounds at all. His voice was gone. His back and ass sore from being in the same position for such a long time. How much time even passed? If time was even a thing anymore. Link felt like was in some other dimension. Maybe this was a dream?
- Don't torture yourself like that. - he heard Rhett's voice again. The man walked into the room with a mug in his hands. From down there, he looked even taller.
- You're the one torturing me.
- I offered you a breakfast and now I'm going to offer you a lunch. I'm being nice.
- How... - the dark haired started but needed to make a pause as his throat reminded him to talk more calmly. Or not talk at all. Link made a face because of the pain and then sighed deeply, even from that he felt a slight burn. - How are you being nice? - he talked in a more calm and silent voice. - You kidnapped me.
- I'm going to make you a tea. Avoid talking. - Rhett ignored him again. - Do you have any vegetables you don't like in your salad?
Link just blankly stared at him. Ridiculous. This situation was absolutely ridiculous. His stomach made a noise when he observed Rhett opening the fridge, remembering him he haven't eaten in quite a long time. But he also decided to ignore it.
- Link? - Rhett looked at him and the dark haired felt like punching him. Why was his voice nice? Why was he being nice? What type of sick things he would do with him after that?
The dark haired sprinted to the room where he had woken up earlier that day. For his relief there was a key in the door. Clumsily he took it from the outside and entered into the bright space, quickly closing the door from the inside. He tested the door to make sure it didn't open. Safe. He left the key in a horizontal position so Rhett couldn't remove it with another key and then sat on the bed, wondering how he would get out of this situation.