Lost Boy (bxb)

Seven

--Alexander POV--

I felt the text buzz in my pocket, but everything was so blurry I wouldn't have been able to read it. I raised my arms in the air, dancing. Someone definitely put something in the punch. I wonder where Charlie is.. I'll find him. I drunkenly walk out of the crowd, looking around before ultimatly passing out.

-Charlie-

I sobbed the whole way. He yelled at me to shut up a few times. I felt the car arrive to a stop, and a little bit of weight get out. A door closing. Footsteps. Footsteps. Finally! The trunk was opened. I looked around helplessly. "Aw, cute little kitten.. Has no idea where hes at.." The man said. I snarled at his voice. I fantasized in my head. He untied me. My strength was better than his,and I broke his nose. He starts crying. Diarrhea strikes him, along with vomiting. He poops and vomits his way into poverty. "What'cha laughing about, kitty?" He asked. "Your death." I said, glaring. "Aw, Kitten, you should be fantasizing your own if you keep talking about me like that. I'll pull out your insides, feed them to dogs, before youre even dead." I studied his actions. He smiled the whole way, keeping a very.. Gentle voice. Even as he threatened my life. He picked me up out of the trunk, and carried me inside. "I can walk by myself." I reminded. I didn't see any need in wasting my energy fighting. I needed to come up with a logical move, to better my chances of life. I was thinking most of the time as he carried me. Suddenly, a voice spoke. Having not heard this voice, it scared me and I jumped a little. A man in a cute chefs hat and blonde, straw-like hair stood there. His voice was slightly more high-pitched than most men. "Sir, what would you like for dinner?" The man asked Brayden. He looked down at me. "Do you like spaghetti?" He said, waiting for me to answer. I personally love spaghetti, but prisoner spaghetti seems awful. "Yeah.. I do." I said anyways. Maybe itd be good. I was took to a room with bright pastel pink walls and bows. It was a very girly room. Shades of purple, pink, yellow, and blue was in the room, but only in pastel form. "U-Um.. I'm a boy.. You know that right.." He looked down at me, and smirked. "Yes, I did. But, based on what my little brother tells me about you, I figured youd enjoy a room like this. Look in the closets." He said, and laid me.on the princess bed. He untied me. "Get dressed, and go down the stairs. Wait there." He left after that. I stood, going to the closets. It was breathtaking. Beautiful ballroom gowns. I loved it. I picked out the dress that suit me the best. It looked like a maids uniform, but much more elegant.