Tythan: A Christmas Love Story

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(Tyler's POV) 

Ethan and I were super scared, but I didn't show it. I had to act tough. After about twenty minutes of driving, we heard them begin to talk. 

"So, what are we really gonna do with these kids," one asked. "It's not like they know who we are." 
"Still. They could be useful, especially if their parents are rich." 
"But what if they're possibly cops, man?" 
"If they are, they'll do anything to save their kids. Including cash." 
"I don't know about this." 
"Don't wuss out, man. This has been our biggest hit yet. Besides, it's about time Scheid got a taste of his own medicine. That curly-haired kid back there is his son. He's gonna pay for killing my little brother..." 

How the literal fuck did my dad get mixed up into shit like this?! And how the fuck did they know I was his son!? 

"What about the blue kid," one asked. 
"I don't know. We'll figure it out as we go along." 

After about five more minutes, we stopped. Me and Ethan were yanked from the car. After being brought in somewhere, we were forced into chairs and tied down.
Our blindfolds were whipped off and I was sat right across Ethan. He looked so scared. I wanted to kill these motherfuckers for making him so scared. 
But like I said, I was scared too. I was the one that they wanted. Who knew what they were gonna do with me... or with Ethan? I looked at him, and he at me. 
Then, one of the guys ripped the tape off of my mouth. I coughed a little, and stared the lead man straight in the eye. 

"So, your name is Tyler," he began. 
"Why me," I started, not even answering him. "Why him?" 

"Oh. So you're wanting answers. Well, let me explain. Your dad killed my little brother. I swore to get him back one way or another. It's nothing personal with you, or with that other kid. And, if you cooperate, I won't do anything to you. If you won't answer, I'll let blue boy over there talk for you." 
"Fuck you..." 

I was hit hard in the face for that remark. I heard Ethan gasp in fear. 

"Y'know, you're just a smartass, like your dad. But it's time for you to answer ME. Now, is Tyler your real name or not?" 

I kept quiet. He got pissed. But instead of being slapped this time, he pulled out a knife and slashed me across the face. This guy wasn't kidding around!! 

"Wanna stay quiet, or will you answer," he growled. 
"Fine," I panted, scared. "Yes, Tyler's my real name." 
"What's his?" 

He pointed at Ethan. 

"E-Ethan..." 
"Ethan what?" 
"Nestor..." 
"Wait, Nestor?!" 

He glared at Ethan. 

"Nestor?... shit. She's gonna kill me." 

"What?" 
"Nothing!! Take the blue haired kid and drop him off somewhere! We can't have him figuring out anything." 

I saw them take Ethan, who was fighting to get to me. 

"ETHAN!!" I shouted, just as they took him out. 

I looked back at the man. He looked worried, but determined. 

"What are you doing with him?!" I yelled.
"None of your business," he began. "I'm not gonna hurt him, that's for sure..." 

Why was he all of a sudden protecting Ethan? Was he a friend of his family or something? I guess I'd never find out... 

(Ethan's POV) 

I was taken out somewhere and dumped. I still wasn't able to talk or move my arms much. They suddenly stopped and tossed me out. I fell into a ditch of some sort. It was dark, so it was hard to see. 
When I was finally able to get up, I saw police lights ahead. They must be looking for me and Tyler!! I got up the hill and stood on the edge, so they wouldn't hit me. The car stopped immediately, and I saw a familiar red-head pop out. It was Mark!! 

"ETHAN!!" he gasped, running to me. "Are you okay?!" 
"I'm fine," I replied after he took off the tape. "But we have to get to Tyler." 
"Why are you out here and he's not?" 
"Apparently, our main captor knows my mom." 
"What?!" 

"I know, right?! But, they're gonna hurt Tyler! We have to hurry!!" 

(Tyler's POV) 

It had only been ten or fifteen minutes, but that was enough time for this guy to beat the shit out of me, cut me in several places, give me several bruises, and practically try to kill me. At least I knew Ethan was safe... 

BANG!! 

A gunshot rang out. I couldn't see where, since I had been blindfolded. I heard someone run over to me. I thought it was Ethan or an officer, but I was wrong. I felt the sharp edge of a blade on my throat. 

"Move one more step and I'll kill your son, Scheid!" the guy panted. 
"Stop!" I heard my dad yell. "Don't hurt him!" 

"Listen," Mark began. "Is this what your brother would've wanted?" 
"How the fuck do you know him," the man asked. 
"Me and him were good friends in high school. Would he want you to do this to a kid, his age, who is just as innocent?" 

I felt the blade get removed from my neck. I sighed in relief. Thank God for Mark's quick thinking. 

"I'm so sorry, Danny," the guy cried to himself. 

I heard the man get arrested, then three people running towards me. It was my dad, Ethan, and Mark. Jack and Felix were with them. 

"Tyler, are you okay," Ethan asked frantically. 
"Besides the fact that I've been beaten, just peachy..." 
"I see that you're keeping the smartness. At least we know your humor is still in tact," Mark chuckled. "C'mon, let's get you home."