Infinity//Kiani (BoyxBoy)

-Thirty- Eight-

-=+=-Will's POV-=+=-

My body freezes, and that candy falls out of my hand into the cart. I feel a hand on my shoulder, my body too scared to move. "Well hello William." He whispers in my ear. "Its been a couple years. Where have you been. I thought you killed yourself long ago." I shiver, his words making me feel weak. "You never gave your dad that chance to kill you. I'm sure he would have wanted that done long ago. I thought since he died, that you would take it into your own hands, but looks like I might just have to do it for him." That's the point where I stopped breathing. "Leave me alone." I whisper. So damn weak. "Hmm. It reminds me of high school." He hand leaves my shoulder, his body coming into my view. Holy shit. He is a lot more built than the last time I saw him. My eyes widen. A tiny chuckle finds its way out of his mouth, a more masculine sound. I gulp, standing up straight now, backing away. "Leave me alone, I already have enough going on right now." His face softens. "Oh really?" I nod. "I don't care." He smirks, my little bit of hope leaving forever. "Lets go to a more, secluded area shall we?" My eyes meet his, shaking my head. "Oh really, I don't mind doing this the hard way." His voice a little more quiet. I shake my head, grabbing my cart, backing away. I start running backwards, the cart coming behind. Mark shakes his head. "Oh no you don't." I take the risk as he starts to run. I push the cart towards him, it hitting him, making him stumble a little bit. I don't stay to watch the rest, I turn around and take off, running up and down aisles, turning to watch my back, but I never see him, but I can hear his loud footsteps. I stop in a corner aisle, taking deep breaths. Were going to get away from him. I start walking towards the front, watching everywhere to make sure he isn't near. I make it to the front of the store, watching to see if hes there. But the coast is clear. I take my chance and run towards the door.

I get out the slider doors, looking behind me, but anxiety runs through my veins. Theres Mark buying rope. My eyes widen. I look to my car, then the sidewalk. Theres no time to get to the car. I start running. I look behind me when I'm about half way, seeing Mark running behind me, the rope in the bag hes carrying. Why didn't I take gym? I keep running, sidewalk after sidewalk, road after road, block after block. Suddenly I just cant take it anymore. I look behind me, seeing him gone, and I slow down, bending down to find my knees. I take deep breaths, my breathing slowing down. My heart beat is racing, but I think I got away. I fall to the ground, putting my hands in my face. I have to get back to the car and get home before Jordan starts to worry. I sigh, getting to my knees but I'm stopped. That same hand on my shoulder from the store has returned. My body freezes once again.
"Thought you could get away that easily? Lets go faggot." My body was pulled from my position, Marks arms holding my body. I squirm punching and kicking but its no use.

We walk a couple blocks, more like Mark drags me a couple blocks, to his car. He throws me in the back, getting in with me. He sits me up, me too stunned to move. "Now if you cooperate with me, this will be a lot easier." He takes out the rope from the bag, wrapping it around my small body, blocking my hands from moving. He ties it up, throwing my on the seats when hes done. I hit the seats with an umph and hit my head on the door. I let out a cry, a warm liquid falling from my head into my mouth. "Fuck." I whimper. "Oh shut it you fag." I hear the door slam, another one opening and slamming. "All right faggot." The car starts. "Lets have a little fun."

-=+=-Jordan's POV-=+=-

"Just calm down! I'm sure hes fine." I pace up and down the living room. "But ive texted him and he always texts back! I have called him too, nothing!" Issac sighs. "I'm sure something came up and he cant talk. Just give it another hour, and if he isn't here, then we will worry." I nod, Issac directing me to the couch. "Just trust me." I nod, a tear falling from my eye. "Its just things from the past, what if they are happening again?" I can hold it in any longer. The tears just stream thinking about the past with his dad, high school bullies, cutting, suicide. You never know if it all could be happening again." "I don't hink that Will would have to go through cutting and suicide he is so happy. He has a family, most importantly you. He loves you and I don't think he would ever EVER leave you. Trust me, if he was gone, I don't think he wouldn't do it on purpose." I nod, smiling. "He really does love me." "And you love him." "I do. I really do." "Hes fine." I nod. Knowing hes fine. I hear a buzz. My head snaps to my phone. That number seems so familiar. I open the text reading every word carefully.

Missing someone? Well you probably wont ever see him again. Hes in my hands now, and you will never find him. Will is mine and he has always been from the start. I love him more than you do and you'll never get him back, unless you know who I am. Well anyways say goodbye to your precious Will.

~Helper of Wills dad.

Hey guys sorry this is late, It was a busy weekend again. But anyways I  almost cried writing this but you have to wait until next week to find out what happens!

Also I'm watching Grease live. Anyone else?

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Goodbye my Drpeppers!

STAY STRONG!!

-Gracie