Finn wolfhard ~•| Kidnapped|•~

chapter 1

Your POV

I was sat in my bedroom, staring at the white roof that had old glow in the dark stars still stuck to it. They didn't work, those that did had the faintest glow.

My Ma and Pa were downstairs, calling me down for breakfast. Its a Saturday and I'm being called down at half six as usual. Fantastic. Love you to life.

After three more seconds i dragged myself up out of bed.

My hair was in a loose plait, not a braid since i literally couldn't do that if my life was on the line.
I was wearing the usual summer pjs.
A grey tank top with pink straps and grey short shorts with pink lines on it.
Like a pj tracky. Matching!
I put my earphones in and played Billie Eilish 'CopyCat' because WE STAN THE QUEEN!
Humming along to it, i walked down the stairs and into the kitchen.

"Hi Ma!" I smiled, acting sleepy.
"Hi Pa!" His eyebrows were furrowed together.

"I'm sorry, I'll get the money to you b-" he was packing around, showing he was stressed. He ran a hand through non-exsistant/short/long hair.
"Look I'm really sorry! Money is ti-"

Ma had a worried look on her face aswell. They just called me down to listen to their money problems?
"No please do-" the other caller must have put the phone down on him.
I bit the inside of my cheek and my favorite Billie Eilish song came on!
"IF TEAR DROPS COULD BE BOTTLED THERE'D BE SWIMMING POOLS FILLED BY MODELS!!!" I started yelling/singing ,if you could call it singing, the lyrics in my kitchen.

"(Y/n), not the time!" My Ma said, putting her hand on my Pa's upper arm.
"What did they say?" She softly hugged him.

"They'd force me to pay, i can pay it yes but i need the money!" he groaned.

"(Y/n) go to your room and be careful." My Parents said.

"But! Breakfast!!?" I pouted slightly.

"here," my Ma passed me and apple, yogurt and a some other foods.

She took me to my room and shut the door, locking it.

"Ma! I need a spoon!!" I yelled.

I didn't get a reply so i sat down on my bed and played the music through my speaker.

"MY BOYS AN UGLY CRIER BUT HES SUCH A PRETTY LIAR!"

I opened my window and climbed onto the roof, breathing in the air. I climbed onto the main roof and looked at the forest behind our home.

I felt a tug on my arm, "Sorry Ma, i just wanted to look!" I turned to be met face to face with a freckly boy with brown curly hair, a gun to my stomach.
"You should've stayed inside your house kiddo." he dragged me down and into a car.

Finally, common sense kicked in and i screamed.
"MA, PA, HELP!" I struggled in his grip. He was skinny and i could escape, if i tried hard enough.

I kicked his shin then threw a bad punch at his face and he let go holding his nose.

I fell on the floor and stood up quickly running in any direction i could.

shit! I shouldve ran towards my home! Ma help!

Billie Eilish became faint and i stopped running, a car pulled up.

"You do realize i could of chased you with ease no matter where you went, amusing but wasteful really." he opened the door and a strong looking man slammed something in the back of my head, my hand flew up to the spot he hit.

"owch!!" I frowned and he did it again, my vision dimmed and i fell unconscious.

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I woke up to a dark room. It didnt have any windows so i guessed a basement, it also had brick walls and concrete floors so i presumed it was a basement.

Fuck, my parents are going to shove a list of reasons how this is my fault down my throat after i get home.

I tried to get out of the ropey prison and glared up at the door when i hear a click.

The same freckly boy walked in.

"So, do you know why your here, (y/n)" he looked at me, clearly enjoying my fear  and confusion.

"Fuck off Freckles!"
One, where did i get this confidence, two, where did i get a death wish.

"Look at me," he glared at me and grabbed my chin roughly, "you listen and you listen good. Your only alive right now because you can get my money back! I can kill you and tell them your still alive and send you back in a body bag with no precusions on my side of things! Got that!" He was really close.

Kinda hot, no, really hot. There's something kinky about a boy looking so serious and threatening to kill you that i like! But he's kidnapped me soo

I headbutted him with as much strength as i had.

"You bitch!" He slapped me, his nostrils flared.

"get away from me! You fucking myshroom! Let me go home!!" i tried to move my arms.

"I said you'd go home, i didnt say what condition." he stared at me from the door.

"I can let you out and roam around the house or leave you here to starve. Choose." I looked at him, stopping myself from struggling.

I didn't say anything for acouple of seconds. He shook his head and opened the door.

"Im sorry!" I said quickly before he could slam the door shut.

"Too late," he smirked and slammed the door, engulfed in darkness.

I tried not to hyperventilate.