Helpless | Michael Jackson Fanfic

2: Captured

I was quickly being taken out of my thoughts when some big strong hands take my arms completely lifting me off the ground in little of a second in time.

I screamed and plead knowing it was Eric but I never dared to look at him. I kept my eyes closed just praying for this nightmare to be over.

I cried out, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I won't ever run away from y-.."

His hand made contact to my mouth and covered it completely forcing me to stop my crying apology.

"You need to be quiet. We have to go, right now."

I heard this voice speak to me. It was kind of soft but yet demanding. Just then it hit me like a fly smacking on a windshield of a car.

This wasn't Eric.

My heart pounded even harder because I'm in some strangers arms now. I didn't know if it was scarier to be found by a stranger or by Eric.

But both ways gave me the worse anxiety and fear ever.

I can feel my stomach turn and my body shaking violently twitching here and there.

My legs were giving out as they trembled just wanting to run but couldn't because I had no strength to do so.

"Hey, relax. It's okay. I know about Eric. I promise you will be fine but you need to come with me right now."

There goes that sweet voice again.

Somehow the voice calmed me and as well as the words were being used.

"Please, open your eyes... We must go."

The sweet voice ringed my voice softly once again.

I slowly opened my eyes when he whispered those words to me. I'm not sure how I felt slightly calm at this point, but I was.

So eyes met the most beautiful brown eyes I've ever seen.

Wow.

It sure was not Eric, but who was this guy? He sure was pretty handsome even under these circumstances of my mind running in millions of circles being fatigue from so much fear.

He took my hand in his holding it firmly so that I couldn't let go and he ran off making me follow along with him.

Where in the world is he taking me?

And why in the hell should I be leaving with this guy? How could I even trust this dude? And how does this guy know about Eric? That really stumbled me.

I watched him running in front of me as I followed along with him.

All I hear was my breathing and heartbeat with our feet stomping on the dry hard ground full of small broken branches from the bigger trees above and old leaves.

I swear my heart was pounding so hard in my chest it felt as if it was trying to bust its way out.

Gosh, I'm losing my mind.

I wheezed the cold dry air in and out my mouth struggling to breathe.

I had such a hard time to breath I really felt like I couldn't grasp enough air for this run.

I really needed to stop and take a break.

Even though we probably only ran for 15 seconds, it sure did feel like I ran a marathon.

This guy was running fast, not jogging but running as if it was a 400-meter track race against others. If that was true, he would make first place.