𝓔𝓾𝓷𝓸𝓲𝓪

Stupid

Disclaimer: a bit of a darker chapter; assault. 

~Pov change~

It's been three days, five hours, and 24 minutes since Y/n and I got into that stupid argument. I convinced Hotch to let me see her. I felt so bad, I shouldn't have treated her like that. I walked up to the door with a bouquet of her favorite flowers that'll hopefully get her to forgive me. She wouldn't answer my messages, so I hope the guards told her I'm coming. I walked up to the door and took a deep breath. I hope she doesn't kick me out... I knocked on the door, it opened. Something didn't feel right. I placed the bag and flowers on the floor and entered. Walking in, something didn't feel right. Things looked out of place, almost messy. A horrible smell hit me in the face. I covered my nose for a second and found Y/n's guards on the floor, dead. A pool of blood surrounded them, fear crawled down my back. 

"Y/N!" I shouted as I tried to find out where her room was. I swung open every door. Please don't let her be dead...

"Y/N?" I said as I opened another door. I stopped and looked inside, this was definitely her room. Her bedsheets were messy. It looked like she was taken from her room... I pulled out my phone and called Hotch.

"Hotch? She-She's gone. Y/n's gone" I said in a panic. 

"What do you mean she's gone?" He asked. "Hold on I'm putting you on speaker." 

"What happened kid?" Rossi asked. 

"I-I think Jackson got to her..." I said.

"That's not possible. Where are the guards?" Morgan asked. I looked back down the hall and saw their lifeless, rotting bodies. 

"...Dead" I mumbled. 

"Reid, I need you to get out of there. We're on our way." Hotch said. I  said goodbye, hung up began to look around. I need to help, I can't just sit and do nothing. I examined every little thing I could for a sign of where she is. She can't be that far, Jackson couldn't have planned that far ahead. Judging by the state of the guards' bodies, she could've been taken the day we got into that argument...I found her phone under her bed and managed to get it without touching it. I shot it a text. Her phone had very little battery, with tons of unread messages on it. I sigh. I hope she isn't hurt. 

I feel so stupid...

_Pov change_

Arlo tied and gagged Dahlia with duct tape, leaving her on the floor. You heard her muffled sobs and incoherent cries. You closed your eyes and tried to relax. You need to find a way out before Arlo comes back. You looked down at Dahlia. 

"Dahlia! I need your help, please." You whisper-yelled. Her cries got quieter. She tried looking up at you. 

"Need your help. Can you try and sit up. She nodded as she twisted and turned. She sat up, back against the wall. 

"Okay, good. Now, I need you to put your hands together as tight as you can, lift them up and hit your ribcage as long as you can." You whispered. She looked at you shocked and shook her head no.

"Just trust me." You said. She slowly lifted her arms and slammed her arms on her ribcage, ripping the tape apart. She took off the tape from her legs and her mouth. She sighed a breath of relief.

"T-thank you..." She cried.

"Now help me please." You said. She nodded and quickly walked behind you. You heard creaks behind the door. You gasped. The door opened, Arlo came in with something in his hand. 

"Well, what do we have here?" He sneered. You looked at him with the best stone-cold face you can muster. 

"Don't do anything to her, she didn't do anything wrong." You said. Arlo scoffed. He started to laugh. 

"This bitch kissed your boyfriend, and you're defending her?" He exclaimed. You stayed quiet.

"You're so naive, Y/n..." He mocked. 

"Let's fix that." He said with a sinister smile. Before you can ask what he meant, he sent a sharp look at Dahlia. 

"Get out." He said as he pulled a roll of 100 dollar bills. She happily pranced over and plucked the money off of his hands. 

"Pleasure doing business with ya!" She said before leaving. So many questions popped into your head.

"Now..." Arlo said as his switchblade popped open, he brandished it in front of your face. You tensed up. 

"To teach you some lessons." He dragged the tip gently across your cheek. Your breath hitched.

"First, I'll always have the upper hand." He said, his eyes gleamed in the dim light. 

"Second, there won't be any way for you to get out...and if you do." He whispered, his hot breath hitting your face. He grazed the knife from your cheek, all the way down to your collar bone.

"You're gonna regret it..." He hissed as he slashed one of your tank top straps with the knife. You quietly gasped and closed your eyes. But kept your composure.

"Lastly, ever talk back or upset me... your gonna get a lot more than just a ripped shirt." He said as he slashed the other strap. Your bra exposed. You instinctively tried to cover yourself, burning your wrists with the rope. You hissed in pain. He laughed coldly.

"Please, you don't have to do this-" You cried. 

"I'm going to leave for an hour if you stay still, I won't hurt you. Simple as that." He claimed.

"Can you do that for me, honey?" He said mockingly. You nodded.

"That's a good girl." He cooed and caressed your cheek. You flinched at his touch. He sneered and left, leaving you exposed and cold. You shivered as tears welled in your eyes. All you wanted was for Spence to find you. But after your fight, you think he doesn't really care about you...

"Did he really kiss Dahlia? What if they did more than just a kiss? This is all my fault, isn't it?" You thought.

God, I'm so stupid...