The Way I Love You- A Staldez Fanfic (COMPLETED)

One Step Closer

Peter POV:

When I wake up I forget where I am for a second. And then it hits me. I'm kidnapped. I'm alone. And most importantly I don't have Anna with me. I hope she's alright. I need her to be alright.

I try and get up but then I notice the zip ties connecting my hands behind my back. I notice the ropes tying my feet together. And most importantly I notice the cloth in between my teeth.

I try and spit the cloth out, but I have almost no energy. How long has it been since I've eaten? A day? Two days? Three days?

In fact, how long have I been here? A day? A week? A month?

I have no bearings whatsoever. I can't remember anything. I'm even losing memories of Anna. Beautiful, beautiful Anna. Her arguing in court, her trying so hard to win the case, her just being herself. I can't loose these memories. They're the only things that are keeping me sane. Without Anna I'd loose it. I'd give up.

As long as I remember Anna, I remember why I need to fight. Why I need to survive. And most importantly, why I need to stay myself through this whole process.

I've heard of people who've lost everything after being kidnapped. Lost their interests. Their personality. And all of their loved ones. They lost all sense of purpose in life. They lost themselves entirely. The only thing remaining is their fear ridden body. Some people are so scared after their kidnapping they never leave their house in fear of not coming back. They try everything in their power to stay safe, but end up hurting themselves in the process. By staying in their homes they never get groceries. They never get medical help. They never interact with anyone. They never go out into the sun. By saving themselves, they are slowly killing themselves. Depriving themselves that help us thrive. That help us survive. That help us want to survive.

I can't show Anna I'm weak. I need to show her I'm strong. That I can survive this, untouched. That I can survive this without losing myself.

I pull, hard, on the zip ties. Nothing. I try again, and again, and again. Still nothing. If I had my strength I'd be able to do this. And then i spot it. A knife lying on the ground, glistening in the morning sun, across the room.

I try and hop. I wobble a bit, then try again. One hop after the other, closer and closer to my lifeline. When I finally reach it I face the task of picking it up. I try and bend down but end up falling flat on my face. I gradually sit back up and inch closer to it, with my back facing it. I flare my hands around desperately hoping that I touch it. And then I feel the smooth, cold, metal under my fingers. I wrap my hand around its handle and carefully run it against the zip tie. Snap! It breaks. My hands are free.

I quickly pull the cloth from my mouth. I breathe. One more task and then I can escape. I can do this. I quickly massage my hands before attempting to untie the rope. One tiny knot after another. One step closer to freedom. One step closer to Anna. Then finally I untie the last knot and quickly pull the rope away from my legs.

I stand up, catch my balance, and run. I run as fast as I can to the door. To freedom. To Anna.

One foot in front of the other. With each step I'm picking up speed.

It reminds me running in between bases. Running to safety. Safety from being out. With each step I took, I was one step closer to home base. To scoring a run. To bringing hope to my team.  To my fans. To Anna.

And then I hear it. A door slam. A loud booming voice. My hand freezes inches from the door handle.

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AN: I really hope you enjoyed that one! I had a lot of fun writing it. I'm really sorry for the long wait but I think I'm finally back! Have a great day/night! 😘