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Chapter Twenty One

Adam's POV:

I woke up with the sunlight shining in my eyes; that was either something to get use to or something to fix because, at the moment, it was unbearable. I jerked my hand in front of my face and sat up to get out of the blinding rays of light. Tommy already woke up, and wasn't in the room any longer. When I exited the bedroom, Tommy was standing in the bathroom applying eyeliner and hair gel. He barely saw me walk by, but still grabbed my wrist to bring me to him.

"Did you honestly think you were going to waltz right by me without saying good morning or anything," Tommy started, then rubbed the pencil under his eye again, "because if that's how it's going to be, I won't give you the breakfast I made for you."

I chuckled and wrapped my arms around his waist from behind, "Someone woke up with some extra sass today. I just didn't want to disturb your focus."

Tommy capped the pencil and went to work on his floppy, blonde hair. "The love of my life saying 'good morning' isn't distracting, its wonderful."

I blushed and kissed at the nape of his neck softly, practically skimming the skin, yet you could almost hear Tommy's knees weaken at this simple gesture. "Good morning," I mumbled against his soft flesh.

Tommy did make breakfast, believe it or not. There was a stack of pancakes on the counter with plate of bacon, a bowl of fruit, and a pitcher of orange juice. It looked quite appetizing, and I was starving out of my mind. We took a plate-full of food and a glass of juice, then seated ourselves at the table. I dove into the pile of food, devouring every bit of it by the time Tommy finished one pancake. He stared, I laughed.

I could get used to this life.

Emily's POV:

School had just ended and I was driving to my house, even though I didn't want to be there. The weekend had finally arrived and, like usual, I was planning to sit at home and watch anime. What else could I do? Adam and Tommy just moved and I assumed they were going to need some..."alone time..." and Katherine was going with a few girls in her class to the movies on Saturday, so I had nothing else to do.

I unlocked the door to my apartment and removed my shoes, then checked to see if anyone else was home yet. It wasn't likely that anyone would be home, but I checked just in case. In simple terms, I was paranoid, and why shouldn't I be after what happened with Xadrian? Upon realizing that I was, of course, alone, I threw my backpack against the wall and turned on Netflix to watch Attack on Titan. This...was my life.

After a couple episodes, the door opened, and I assumed it was my brother, since he normally got home around that time. "Hey Bro!" I shouted. "Lock the door, please!" I turned off my show and stood to help him get started on homework.

...But it wasn't him...

I started to back up, checking to make sure my phone was on me (thank god it was), and stayed silent.

"Hey, long time no see, huh? Well, I suppose things work out like that after people fuck you and run."

No.

Adam's POV:

Papers scattered all over the table and Tommy on the phone; the stress of our wedding was upon us. And even though it was months away, planning ahead is something necessary in this kind of situation. We had decided on a location, we had checked catering prices, we had booked the place for the reception, and now Tommy was trying to find someone to marry us. Things were going smoothly so far, but obviously things were going to get more stressful as the day started to arrive.

I grabbed Tommy's hand as he hung up the phone, "Well, everyone seems to be booked on the day we booked for our reception. Either that or they say that 'marrying gays is against their morals.' You'd think that, in a state that legalized gay marraige, we could easily find someone..." Tommy sighed, slightly upset.

I looked through the phonebook again, scratching out another company's name. We had called fifteen different people, all saying no to us. It was definitely discouraging, but we weren't about to give up. "There's two more places to call, then we might have to call different cities," I explained, taking the phone from Tommy. "It's my turn to call."

I dialed the number listed under the others, and held my breath as the phone rang. This time Tommy was holding my hand.

"Hello, this is The Water's Assembly of God, how may I help you today?" The receptionist asked.

"Oh, hi there. My fiancee and I...well we're planning a wedding on the date June 30th, and we're looking for someone to marry us," I said, careful not to mention that we were a gay couple.

"Alright, our pastor should be available on that day. Where will the wedding be held?"

"The wedding will be at Wilson Park near the river at 1 p.m."

"Perfect. I will have our head pastor call you within the next few days to affirm your plans. The rental cost will be 500$, I hope that's okay."

"Of course, it's perfectly fine," I smiled at Tommy with the excitement of a five year old on Christmas.

"Great! I hope to hear from you soon! God bless!"

Emily's POV:

I was awake, but it didn't feel like it. I couldn't move, my eyes wouldn't open, and I breathed like someone who was in a deep sleep...but somehow I was awake. I tried to move my hand, but it didn't obey the command. I tried to open my eyes, and that also failed. What was wrong with me? What even happened?

In the distance I heard someone talking, maybe to me, maybe just to hear their own voice. I couldn't make out all of the words, but I heard cussing very clearly; the words beat around in my head, causing pain. I wanted to shut off my senses, or at least get out of...wherever I was.

I continually tried to break free from whatever was overruling my body, but I never succeeded. I wanted so badly to figure out where I was and how I could get out of here, and yet no options were available. I can't give up, I tried to say, but no words were formed out loud.

Was I actually awake, or was this some kind of sick, lucid dream? I wouldn't be able to tell the difference even if I wanted to. Maybe I was having an out-of-body experience...but that was still unlikely because I couldn't move or see. What the hell was going on, then?

"Looks like someone is struggling to wake up...but that's not going to happen," a voice said in a far away whisper, yet I could tell they were very close.

Who was it?

"No one is ever going to find you...and I'll make sure of that. And trust me, your life was meaningless; no one will ever miss you, and that's one thing I'm sure of."

No...that's not true. I have...friends and family that would miss me...

Yet for some reason, that sentence was repeated in my head over and over again until I couldn't think of anything else. My family didn't give two shits about me, and I knew that was a fact since they never spent time with me or even talked to me anymore. But...my friends? Do they...do they care about me?

I felt something warm on my neck, but I couldn't tell what it was. It was moist as well, and I could only hope it wasn't my captors lips or...other body parts. The warm object moved from my neck to my lips, and dragged downward from there. It was sickening and unpleasant to feel, but I couldn't do shit about it. I couldn't protect myself, I couldn't save myself...I was vulnerable.

I caught on quick to what he was doing because I soon realized that my clothing was being ripped off. I was slouched against a wall, so this probably wasn't easy for whoever took me.

"I'll make you regret meeting me. I'll make you regret fucking me. And I'll make you regret living, you shameful little bitch," the man whispered in my ear. Darren. I should have known.

Darren tied my hands with a rope or something, as well as my feet. He shoved a gag in my unresponsive mouth, too, and blindfolded me. I suppose that makes it easier for him; he doesn't have to look at the pain in my eyes and doesn't have to deal with the chances of me fighting back either.

By the end of the night, or day (I really couldn't tell), I was alone, broken, and in pain. I was a victim, and I couldn't do anything about it.