You Can Never Escape Me(BxB)

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Anthony Lawrence

I was starting to panic.

Never in my entire life did a week pass by so quickly and I was sure that the universe must be totally against me for letting this happen. I never did anything against the rules.

I always did what my parents wanted. Always helped and supported other people as much as I could. Never lied, never betrayed, never stole and never hurt anyone. But still I landed in this absolute hell hole, where the chances to come out in one piece were pretty low to nonexistent.

My hands rubbed over my eyes out of frustration as I sat on a chair next to Sam's bed. He was the son of the psycho, that kidnapped me and unfortunately looked completely the same as his father, just in a younger version.

In the past days I tried everything to heal him and hopefully wake him up, but as I expected nothing happened.

I mean I wasn't a magician or an extraordinary genius. I was a normal doctor, who probably only had a few hours left in this world.

It was hard to get used to the feeling that I was going to die today, because I didn't achieve to heal Sam. I didn't live my life how I wanted to, even though I wished to finally be able to do exactly that.

I never wanted to be rich, popular or the best. I wanted to be myself, go out more often with my friends, discover the world, find the love of my life, have a family and retire in peace. Just the average, but at the same time beautiful life.

This was bound to stay a dream in the end I guess. But this wasn't the worst that could happen. When something would happen to my friends and family, now that would be horrible. Especially because it would be my fault.

I stared at Sam for what must have been the thousandth time, who was still laying in the same position as always, not moving even a little bit.

I talked to the doctors that took care of him, before it unwillingly became my duty and they sadly all said the same thing. They already did everything that could be done and now the only thing left was to wait if the treatments, surgeries and medicines worked or not.

But our fellow mafia boss didn't want to accept this clear and true fact and preferred to destroy my life.

"Please, wake up," I pleaded, taking Sam's tiny hand into mine. "You'd make your dad and me really happy if you'd finally wake up."

As expected nothing happened, but I didn't want to give up already. Everything was depending on this 8-year-old boy and I was completely helpless and alone.

I brushed with my hand through my messy hair out of frustration. When looking in the mirror, I didn't recognize myself anymore. Just in one week my skin got paler, while my under eye area got darker. I didn't have time to style my hair properly and my eyes lost their light. In general, I looked like a walking leech.

But that was no wonder, considering the fact that I was not only under high pressure, but also completely and utterly exhausted.

Because it was apparently funny as hell to see me suffer, I was sleeping in a room exactly next to this psycho. Even worse there was a door connecting our rooms to each other. All night long my eyes were pointed at this door, hoping that it would not open up to reveal my biggest nightmare.

I didn't know how far he would go when he did not get what he wanted, but the fact that he was ready to kill me and everyone I loved, made it clear that he had no mercy, when it came to people not fulfilling his wishes.

"Is this how you treat all of your patients?" I suddenly heard someone ask behind me, making me jump off my chair. I turned around to see a man standing in the doorway. His dirty blond hair was neatly styled, his tight, black shirt was showing off his abs and a smirk was on his full lips.