Alex O'Loughlin Imagines

IMAGINE: Steve saving you after you've been kidnapped

| IMAGINE for @adventuresofmymind |

     You pull your long board across the sand, your surf leash trailing behind you. The waves slam against the shore, sending water spraying at you. You giggle and shake your head, letting the excess water drip off your hair.

      You walk up to where your beach bag is and then set your surfboard down. You grab a towel and dry yourself off while your eyes comb the empty beach. You sigh in content and smile. You lay your towel on the sand and then sit on it. You pull your phone out of your beach bag and see a text message from Steve McGarrett, your uncle.

     "How's the beach?" He asks.

     You quickly type back in capital letters, "WONDERFUL!". You set your phone down and rest back on the towel, your eyes closed. Steve acts as a father figure in your life. The two of you are nearly inseparable.

     When a shadow blocks the sun beaming down on you, you open your eyes and prop yourself up. You see a young man standing over you, staring down at you, a surfboard tucked beneath his arm. Warning bells go off in your head making you frown.

      "Can I help you?" You ask cautiously.

     "Yeah, yeah, you can actually." He says.

     You raise an eyebrow. "Yes?" You say. Before you can move, the man takes his surfboard and slams the end of it into your head, the fins cutting deeply into your cheek. You gasp and then your brain just stops. You fall back on to the sand, your eyes closed, as blood runs down your face.

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     You blink your eyes open, trying to focus. You're on a bed in a small room. The sun shining through closed windows. Your head is ringing and pounding. You can barely think.

     You go to rub your eyes but your hands are stuck. Your eyebrows draw and you turn your head to look up where your hands are. You groan as pain shoots through your head. You blink a few times and then your eyes widen. Your hands are handcuffed to bars of the headboard.

     "What." You murmur in confusion. You pull against the handcuffs, rattling them against the headboard. Panic starts to overcome you as you remember what happened. You frantically pull against the cuffs, breathing heavily. Nothing happens. You groan with frustration.

     You glance down at the pillow and that's when you notice how soaked it is with blood. Your eyebrows furrow deeply. "My cheek." You whisper.

     The door opens and in walks the man who kidnapped you, bandages in his hands.

     "Who are you and where am I?" You ask angrily as he sits on the bed. You move as far away from his as possible.

     "My name is Ian Wright." He says.

     "Ian Wright?!" You sputter incredulously.

     "You've heard of me?" He smirks.

    You scoff in disgust. "Yeah, and about all the terrible things you've done." You bite out.

     Ian rolls his eyes. "They weren't that bad." He says. You glare at him and he shrugs. "Okay, maybe they were. But who cares anyways?" He asks.

     "Oh, I don't know, maybe the countless of families you've destroyed?" You ask sarcastically.

     "Somebody's in a bad mood." Ian claims.

     You narrow your eyes at him. "What do you want with me?" You ask.

     "Mm, it's not really what I want with you, but more like, what I want with your uncle." Ian replies.