Getting it Together

Piece of Cake

TW: Kidnapping, drugging, threats

The bakery was basically empty.

Damien watched as the last of the rush hour customers filed out the door, the bell ringing merrily as they left. Remy had left a few minutes ago, only planning to go to the store and get more flour.

He'd be back in ten minutes, it was no big deal.

Damien slowly walked to each table, grabbing the small tips lift behind and wiping off the crumbs. He puts the tips into the register and goes to collect the plates and cups, taking them into the backroom and putting them into the sink.

The bell rings once more, and there's a soft sound of shuffling feet as the person walked up to the counter.

It couldn't be Remy, he would have said something.

"What can I get for you?" Damien smiles as he heads out of the kitchen and into the front of the store.

His face falls as he sees Patton, cheerfully looking at the muffins and cookies under the glass.

"Ohh, don't act so surprised Dami, you know I have such a sweet tooth." Patton grins with a playful wink.

Damien turns and begins to run.

He only makes it out the back door and into the alley behind the bakery before Patton catches up to him. Patton grabs his arm, yanking him backwards and making him fall.

Damien punches him as hard as he can, scrambling to his feet and fumbling for his phone in his pocket.

Patton hits the phone out of his hand, grabbing both of Damien's hands and restraining them. Holding them in one hand, he covers Damien's hand to muffle his screams.

"Damien? Dami? Shut up!" Patton hisses.

Damien sobs, still struggling against Patton's hold as his voice died in his throat.

"Who's that?" Patton asks creepily, staring down at Damien's lock screen.

A picture of him and Remy.

"No-" Damien whines into Patton's hand.

"I'll make this very simple, okay Dami? You are going to quietly come back home with me, or you can watch me slit his throat."

Damien chokes out a sob, his tears burning his cheeks.

"Okay?" Patton growls.

Damien nods, sniffling.

"Good! Let's go, kiddo." Patton suddenly brightens, dragging him over to a van and pushing him into the backseat.

Remy grunts as he hefts the bag of flour in through the back door, letting it crash down onto the floor.

"Aww, really Damien?" He groans, seeing the pile of dishes sitting untouched in the sink. "It's your turn!"

Hearing no answer, his brows furrow, and he peeks out into the café. Nothing.

"Damien? Yo babes, where'd you go?" He calls.

Nothing.

Outside, forgotten in the alley, was Damien's phone.

Words: Remy's in this, it had to be 420!!!