Fall Out Boy Imagines

Kidnapped Part 2

*Once again another warning to what may be in this chapter*

You breath heavily, alone once again in the room you were defiled. You were beginning to think Patrick wasn't coming. I mean, 8 million dollars is a lot of money, but still you had a lot of hope he would come for you. Maybe, he'll still come. You didn't really know how much time had gone by... it all blurred together... in a very bad way. 

You slouch down, aching in places you'd never ached before. You try and think about when you and Patrick were together. The first time you met, your first date, first kiss, marriage.  That was all gone now. No, he will come... he will come... he will-

"Mi amor?" A voice called through the building. 

You immediately straighten up at the sound of your love ones voice.  

"P-Patrick" you whimper out, afraid to alert your kidnapper. You could make out his silhouette in the door way.

"(Y/n)!" He cried out when he spotted you. He sprinted towards you and quickly untied you from the cold metal chair. You fall forward into his arms and he holds you tightly to his body. You shiver against him, trying to feel his warmth. 

"I've got you, I've got you. Don't worry, I've got you." He kept repeating into your ear as you sob into his shoulder.

 "I was so scared, Patrick, so scared."

"I know, I know, shh"

"He hurt me... "

"I know, I know,  shh" (If you get this reference then I love you)

"I never gave up on you."

He kept muttering 'I know' in my ear. He stroked my hair soothingly.

"Well, isn't this cute." a sharp voice cut across the room. 

Patrick's head shot up and glared at the man. The man who had cause you to be in this state, the man who had taken you from him, the man who hurt you. 

"Where's the money, or I keep her." the man said simply.

You sob louder and cling onto him, afraid to let go. He wrapped his arm around you, standing up a bit.

"I have the money... " Patrick growled at him. 

"Where is it?" the man demanded.

"A friend of mine has it outside. I wanted to make sure she wasn't..." Patrick trailed off not wanting to finish.

"No, I keep my promises. But, if I walk outside and the police are here... then that deal will be finished." He nods towards you. Patrick tightened his hold around you. 

"They aren't here." Patrick assured the man "Just let me text him." Patrick took out his phone with one hand and sent a message to someone. 

A few minutes later, Pete walked in the room with a bag of money. He came and stood next to Patrick tossing the money on the floor. He glanced over at your crying state and bit his lip.

"Are you happy now?" Pete spat at him.

"Yes, now take the girl before I change my mind." The man replied coolly, taking the money and turning on his heel, disappearing into the dark. 

Patrick immediately moves his entire attention to you.

"Can you walk." he says to you softly.

You shake your head no and he slipped his arm under your legs and held you bridal style. You wrap your arms around his neck and snuggle into his chest, taking in his scent. 

"Should we take her to the hospital or...?" Pete muttered to Patrick.

"No, I just want to take her home." He replied not taking his eyes off of you.

Pete nodded and began to leave. Patrick stood for a minute, in the dark room. Looking around at the room you lived in for a good 3 days. 3 days alone, 3 days with little food, 3 days scared. Never ever again, would he let this happen to you. He nods, confirming his promise to himself before turning around and leaving.

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