That's What I Thought | s.m

Chapter Thirty-Eight

c h a p t e r t h i r t y - e i g h t.
t h a t ' s w h a t i t h o u g h t.
s h a w n m e n d e s.

My head was pounding. I couldn't think straight. Where was I? How was Melody?

Melody.

"Melody!" I shouted, immediately scolding myself as the pain shot through my body.

"She's not here." Spinning around, all I could see was darkness, no lights, nothing. Nothing but darkness.

"Who are you? What do you want?" I snapped, I wasn't taking any more bullshit from anyone, my girlfriend is waiting for me and I'm determined to get back to her, no matter the cost.

"An old friend, and I want nothing more than a..." He paused for a moment, "Friendly conversation,"

"Friendly huh?" I scoffed, shaking my head from side to side as I chuckled lightly at his attempt to humour me, "What a great way to send a friendly message."

"Thank you, I try my best." His sarcasm seethed through his voice as his footsteps came closer. Trying to move, my attention was drawn to the chair I was tied to, and how my ankles were stuck behind the legs of it, unable to adjust. Shit. "Shawn is it?" Refusing to reply, I kept quiet. I heard his sinister laugh as he continued to walk closer, the hairs standing on the back of my neck. "Don't worry, I knew that."

Checking my pockets for something I could use as self defense, I mentally face palmed myself at my stupidity. Obviously they'd taken everything before tying me to the chair. Before giving up, an idea struck me as I fiddled with the waistband of my trousers from behind. I was always or prepared. Slipping the small phone from the pocket I added for situations like this, I hit speed dial number three and covered the phone with my hands, making sure that the mic was in range.

The footsteps stopped in front of me, the silence deafening. "Mr. Mendes." I could feel their presence radiating through the empty room. The phone had stopped ringing. He'd picked up.

A blaring light shone through the room, squinting my eyes at the sight. The walls were bare and bricked up, but only barely as most of the bricks were missing, which lead me to look up, large holes were plastered across the roof, the concrete floor below our feet was cracked in several places, rubble lying everywhere.

The old warehouse.

"Why did you bring me back here?" I choked, I didn't want to be here, there were too many things here, too many memories.

"Bad memories, Mendes? Is it not what you wanted? Do you want to go back to your girlfriend and give her those flowers you so thoughtfully bought for her?" His snide laugh echoed as he moved to the side, where I could finally see him.

"Oliver?" I was shocked. I was sure that my heart skipped a beat as I saw him standing there, a grin plastered across his face.

"Hello, Boss." he scoffed, rubbing his hands together, "Miss me?"

Oliver had left us a couple of years ago, he never told us why, he just got up and left, never to he seen again, and now here he is, kidnapping me and still as dumb as he was before he left.

Oliver may have been gone for a couple of years, but his strategies were always the same. The ropes he used were never strong enough. He never had any backup with him. Always used wooden chairs. It all seemed pretty pathetic if you ask me.

Using all the strength I had, I tried to break the bond between the rope, failing at my first try, as Oliver turned round once more, his smile wide. "That won't work, Mendes," he smirked, "I can see you're trying to break those bonds, but I learned a few things while I was away," As he spoke, I managed to stretch the rope just the right amount for me to slip one of my hands through. Not giving away that I'd escaped, I let him continue. Fucking idiot.

"And what was that?" I played him on, I was doing pretty well too if you ask me

"I learned how to tie a rope correctly, that's for sure," What a dunce. "I also learned how to take you off of the radar, no phones, no watches, nothing." Imagine being this stupid. "I also learned to get backup, because before, I wasn't smart enough for that." Rolling my eyes, I kept my laughter from rising to the surface as I stood still.

He took a few steps closer, just as I wanted him to. Continuing to close in on me, his face was centimeters away from my own as his eyes turned threatening, almost as if he was sending a warning, "I've finally got you where I want you. You're pathetic ways of teaching the boys and me were ridiculous, and I can see that they still are as no one has showed up yet to rescue you." Sliding my hand round to the waistband of his jeans, I pulled out his gun and jabbed in into his side.

"Is that so?" I seethed, standing up and switching positions as I threw him onto the chair. "Looks like you're not the only one who's learned some things." I stated, the sarcastic tone dripping like venom through my teeth. "If there's one thing I hate more than my enemies, it's traitors." I spat at the ground beneath his feet in disgust, the gun still pointing towards him

"Do it." He whispered hoarsely, his eyes never failing to leave my own. Hearing shuffling behind me, I knew what was coming. Before they could fire, I kicked the person behind me and dug my fist into the person on my left. A shot piercing through the air as the person on my right took the bullet. Spinning around, I punched and kicked in every direction, as more and more men of all shapes and sizes started coming from the corner of the warehouse, until the last person left, was Oliver himself.

My breathing was rigid, my heartbeat began to slow down as I stepped closer to him. His eyes filled with fear as he realised his mistakes.

"I have something worse in store for you." I seethed, "You will never be able to beat me. I made you. You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for me. You took my trust for granted, Oliver. And that's a price you'll have to pay."

g a r e t h r e a g a n.

"We got him."