The wailing of the sirens, had me shrink back into Serge, who tightened his arms around me in a protective hold as we pulled up on the curb.
Callias, who sat at the front seat, cursed out and struggled to get out of his seat belt before clicking out of it and pushing open the car door before slamming it shut.
He knocked on the window making me jump at the impact before sliding it down.
"Your kind is crashing the party." My eyebrows knitted together as I refused to let go of Serge's waist. I glanced forward and peaked out through the window, my eyes widened in shock. Cops were at the front door, while both of my parents were there armed with guns.
Serge glared out of the window before cursing out, and opening the car door. "No!" I cried out as I held onto the hem of his shirt, making it disheveled with wrinkles. Serge whipped his head down toward me before he pecked my forehead, making me wince slightly.
"They'll only take me away from you. I want to be with you!" I cried out to him desperately as tears threatened for release. Serge shushed me gently as he held my face to his chest and rocked us back and forth. "Stay inside with Mark and Royce, make sure to stay unseen."
He whispered as he kissed my forehead again. They'll only take me away!
"There's something I need to tell you before its too late Logan." I glanced up at with him with tears glistening down my pale cheeks. Nothing can be worse than this...My mouth gaped open at him, "what is it?" I managed out through a dry cough. "Your test results."
I grabbed onto the front of my t-shirt, as Royce leaned forward to listen in anxiously.
"They turned out to be positive. I'm so sorry." He mumbled out hoarsely as a tear slipped down his cheek. I bit into my fist as sobs racked through and shook up my body. I felt a cold, and rough hand rub circles on my back comfortably. "When did you take these tests?" Royce demanded.
Mark looked hesitant and paused before responding..."when I secretly had the chance to." Wasn't that considered malpractice? I shook harder as my breathing became out of control.
I tried to breath in and out, and take slow and even breaths but I was panicking, as my mind began to fade and cloud around the thoughts of the life that's growing inside of me. Life that wasn't Serge's.
Life that was of a man who took me.
Life that I didn't even want or plan for.
I'm fucking sixteen. How the hell am I going to be a dad? I can't even take care of myself! I don't even love myself enough to love somebody else! If it took me so much time to love Serge, how am I going to love a child of Kristoff's.
Tears stained my cheeks, as I curled into my seat. "See what you did!" Royce cried out to Mark, who visibly flinched at the corner of my eye.
A loud bang shot through the air making me cry out and cover my ears.
"Mother flipping fuckers!" Royce cried out, as I rocked back and forth and curled into myself. I scooted myself as far as I could into the dark corner of the car, before Royce let out another string of curses as more gun shots rang. I couldn't hear anything or see anything as my vision paled from fear.
"This is the police, if you have Logan Price release him, and no harm will come to you or your friends." A deep voice echoed out through the speaker.
"We have his mother and father wanting their child back. That's all we want." I bit down harder onto my fist as I resisted the urge to scream a blood curdling scream that tickled my throat... liars. Another gun shot blasted through the cold, dark night...but there were no screams.
"Maybe we should just talk to them." I suggested with a shaky breath. "Maybe they would listen." I whimpered out. Royce gave me an appalled look, as his eyebrows shot up to his forehead.
"Logan-" I interrupted him. "Please." I almost begged, as I slowly gained control of my breathing. "Fucking shit!" He cried out, making me wince, as he curled his fingers into a fist as he slammed the window next to him.
"Fine." He muttered out, before clicking himself out of his seat and pushing the car door opened. I stepped out of the car myself...purposely forgetting that I was bedridden.
It would raise further suspicion towards my parents if they knew that something was growing inside of me.
My hands automatically went to cup my stomach as I shakily breathed in and out and walked towards my parents who were angrily yelling at Serge and Callias.
They just stood there and took it all. Without saying much at all and their silence worried me. When my mom spotted me she hurried over to me and took me into her arms as she sobbed heavily into my neck. I tried not to cringe, even when I didn't hold her back.
My dad also came towards me and was hesitant to hold me before he too broke into tears and held me tightly to him. "You have no idea how worried we were about you."
He whispered into my ear as he continued to cry. I let a few tears escape of my own as I wrapped my arms around him. Its been so long since i've last been given any amount of attention from my dad.
I haven't had a hug from him since I was little. And I could feel my face heat up as a sob threatened to rack my body.
I never knew a gentle kind of pain until I hugged him like this.
I forgot about the world around me, as I broke down, and as he held me tightly to him. I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to tell him what I went through, what I felt when he and mom weren't around. I wanted to tell him that he was going to be grandpa.
My body froze as I sniffled and wiped away the strays of tears as I stepped away from him and refused to meet his eyes.
"We're taking you back home with us where you belong." He said firmly as my eyes shot up and I struggled out of his arms when he latched onto me.
"Officers, we'll take things from here. Have those two men arrested and charged for allegedly kidnapping my son!" He barked out towards them.
The officers nodded as they dragged Callias and Serge towards the vehicles.
"Dad, no!" I cried out to him as I whimpered and struggled against his hold. It wasn't fair! Serge and Callias were of the supernatural world, and they couldn't use their strength unless they were to reveal their nature. And they couldn't do that!
"Serge!" Serge looked up towards me as he struggled out of the officers' arms, especially when they knocked him over so that he was crouched down on his knees.
One of them wrapped both of his arms around his back and binded his wrists in silver handcuffs that glowed against the pale moonlight.
He grunted out and made an attempt to reach me.
He did what he could.
"Logan!" He screamed out, as the officer carried him to the police car and as my dad carried me to his BMW. I couldn't live without Serge. I couldn't imagine a life without him anymore.
I needed him.
The last time I heard his voice was when he screamed out my name, a scream that pierced and echoed through the night as I was placed into the back seat of the black 2013 BMW with my mom by my side trying to comfort me.
I screamed... desperate to be back in Serge's arms where I belonged.
I slammed my palms against the back window, as Serge's struggling frame faded away, as well as the headlights of the police officers' vehicles. How did my parents figure out where Serge lived? How did they track me down?
Just when I settled down; I leave.
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