Everything (SC & LBJ) {ON HOLD!}

Worry

LeBron entered the penthouse, smiling as he saw the party already in full effect. He and his team were celebrating a win over the Celtics. He came separate from his fiancé to the party because he was coming from the arena and Steph was coming from home. He greeted teammates and families, but his main focus was on finding his baby.

"Yo, Bron! How's it going? What's up?" He turned to be face to face with Kyrie. "Hey, man. Nothing much... Have you seen Steph, yet?" Kyrie put on a fake offended look. "Uh, why? Am I not good enough for the great LeBron James?... Nah, I'm playing. But, no I haven't seen your boy. Don't worry, man... You know him. I bet he's late because he couldn't find a cute outfit to please you." The large man cracked a small smile at Kyrie's assumption, it sounded so true. It was something that Steph would totally do.

"Yeah, you're probably right." Trying to take his mind off of it, he moved towards the larger throng of the party, but he still couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. He tried to ignore it and decided to wait a few more minutes before worrying about anything. He had a drink to calm himself down but he couldn't escape his sober state, his state of worry far too high. After waiting 10 minutes, he couldn't do it anymore, he grabbed his phone and called Steph. When it went straight to voicemail, Bron worried more, afraid something was wrong. He tried not to panic and called 2 more times, only to get the same result. Taking a deep breath, he decided to call the driver that was assigned to pick his fiancé up.

"Hello? Mr. James, how has your night been with the celebration and all?" "It's been good... Speaking of which, I wanted to know if you and Steph were on your way over?" LeBron couldn't help but chew on his fingernails as worry overcame him. "Over where? What? You didn't schedule me today. I'm scheduled to drive Steph on Tuesday, but I have nothing until then." LeBron's heart just dropped, plummeting to the ground. "What?... Uh, Okay.... I might call you again soon... Thank you, anyways."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. James. Do, have a good time tonight." "Thank you, Matthew... I will." LeBron lied into the phone before he hung up. He walked outside so he could clear his head and think, get away from the loud party. He sat down on a chair by the pool and sighed, trying to relax. He closed his eyes and wracked his brain for what he had done in the past week with scheduling drivers. 'Did I assign Henry or Jason to be Steph's driver? Who did I call? I know I scheduled somebody... Plus, Steph would've called if nobody came to pick him up. Wait! I think I assigned tonight's drive to Landon.' Bron called the driver as fast as he could, only to receive a voicemail recording. 'Both phones went straight to voicemail? That isn't right. Something's wrong, I can feel it.'

His thoughts were broken into by the sharp ringing of his phone. Bron looked at the caller and smiled, it was Steph. He picked it up immediately. "Oh, thank good—" He couldn't get a full sentence out before his smile faded and his state of worry returned. "Hello, LeBron." That voice didn't belong to his baby. "Who is this? Why do you have Steph's phone?" He was ignored as the man continued. "I'm sure you've been worrying about your precious angel but don't you worry... He's alright... Would you like to speak with him?" "Please!" LeBron could hear shuffling in the background, muffled mumbling and talking. He was breathing hard, heart beating fast. The ever so familiar voice that he loved to hear came through the line. Steph cried out for him, screaming and sobbing into the phone, ultimately shattering LeBron's heart.

"LeBron! Help me! Please!... No! Get away from me! Bron! LeB—" The call cut off, the other man ended it. LeBron felt like he was about to either cry or pass out, maybe both. He couldn't breathe, the air was constricting. Stephen had been kidnapped, his baby was in danger. He needed to get help, he ran back inside the house and grabbed the first teammate he saw, Tristan. The man jumped on him, cheering and smiling wide. "Yo, man! What's up? Why the long face? Cheer up, we won! We're going to the finals!"

"Tristan, listen to me... Steph's been kidnapped. I need you to shut the party down, I need everyone's help to find him. It's Kyrie's party. Find him and tell him to kick anybody that isn't the team, or coaching staff out of here. Got it?" T nodded, noticing that the mood had turned serious. "Yea, I got it. What're you going to do?" Bron sighed. "I don't know. I gotta call the cops, then... maybe I'll kick a tree or something to relieve my anger. It doesn't matter, just go. If you find any of the guys along the way, tell them quickly and privately." Tristan nodded and took off, looking for Kyrie. Bron ran a hand over his face, he couldn't have calmed himself down even if his life depended on it. And there quite possible was a life depending on him, an extremely important one.

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This is my first story, ever. I am 100% open to any and all criticism. Thank you for reading!