𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 • 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯

twelve

Ethan quietly sneaks downstairs, he looks in all directions before hurrying into Mr. Dolan's study. It's empty and just how he left it. Notes lying around, schedules scattered across his desk and a telephone sitting on a small coffee table in the corner. Ethan smiles at the sight before rushing over and grabbing the phone. He brings it to his ear and dials 9-1-1. He waits and listens, after a few moments of nothing his smile fades realizing the phone line has been cut. It didn't even ring.

"Fuck." He mumbles to himself while thinking of another plan.

His thoughts are interrupted by footsteps approaching the study. He hurries towards Mr. Dolan's large desk in the corner and hides himself behind it.

A short lean guy steps In, his face is covered under another white ski mask. He searches the room quietly, looking behind book shelves, and chairs. He glances at the desk and walks slowly towards it getting closer to Ethan with each step. Ethan's heart pounds against his chest as the space between them gets smaller and smaller. The masked stranger slowly peeks his head over.

"Jake!" An unknown voice calls.

"Come here! We're going to check in the basement!"

He hurries off leaving Ethan in the room alone. Ethan takes a deep breath as he thinks of another idea.

Okay, there's another phone in the kitchen. I can see if that'll work. He nods at the thought before quietly getting up.

He peeks his head out the door, after seeing the coast is clear he hurries to the kitchen. He looks around until he spots the phone attached to the wall. He sighs in relief and walks towards it grabbing it off the dock and hitting the three digits.

Again, nothing.

"Shit." He curses while slapping a hand on his forehead.

He scans the room looking for another phone before his eyes land on the backdoor right besides the stove. He rushes to it and opens it, he stares out into the empty street having a fight or flight moment. He thinks how easy it would be to leave and call the police but the possibilities of leaving all stop when he remembers Grayson's scared face.

I can't leave him. I won't. I have to stay and get him so we can both leave.

I have to fight.

He hears footsteps quickly approaching, he crouches down behind the large island in the middle of the kitchen and peeks out slightly. He sees a tall muscular guy walk past him with his ski mask in hand.

His eyes widen as he recognizes the person, His smug face he remembers. It's the same waiter that flirted with Grayson a few days ago on their date.

What the fuck? He thinks to himself as he watches the guy walk off into the living room.

Rage instantly sparks through him. He can't let these three assholes come into Grayson's house and attempt to kidnap him, murder, or rape him. He doesn't know what they plan on doing but whatever it is, he has to protect him. He hurries off into the dining room across the living room to see what they're doing.

They have one empty chair in the middle of them, some bundles of rope, a couple of knives and a roll of duct tape they organize out on the table while they talk amongst themselves. Ethan shakes his head in disbelief.

How is this happening? I have to fight them off.

He thinks of his plan before leaving and disappearing into the shadows, waiting for the perfect time to strike.