famILY 💔(Sandersides AU)

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It was a slow process, inching his chair forward a centimetre at a time. Logan had tried to use his feet to drag himself forward but he hadn't stood in days so his legs were numb and stiff. It hurt to move them. So he had settled on jumping up in his chair and forcing it forwards.

He probably looked ridiculous and it made more noise than he would have like but it was the best he could do. He was constantly looking up at the door, terrified Mr Kidnapper would return and catch him.

After near an hour of slow inching across the room, he made it to a position where the small stone was under his feet. Ignoring his protesting joints, he edged it towards him with his shoes. He tried to lift it between them but dropped it. It bounced away, clattering across the floor.

He cursed and bit his lips. He had to rethink this. Logan needed to get the stone into his hands, which were bound behind him and attached to the chair. The only way to get it was too fall over next to it.

Which he really didn't want to do.

He shook his head and gritted his teeth. He inched his chair closer to where the stone had landed, so it was to the left of him. He twisted and the chair scraped across the floor, making an ear piercing noise. Logan froze.

There was no yelling, no banging. The door stayed shut. He breathed out a sigh of relief and tried again, gentler this time. His unused body was screaming at him to stop. His face was set in resolution, his nerves frayed and ragged.

Tensing, he shoved his feet against the ground and tipped the chair over. Pain jolted through his body and his head cracked against the ground. He held back a scream and blinked back tears. His shoulder ached and his head was fuzzy. Ok, maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

But the stone was now next to his hand. He couldn't see it of course, so the next few minutes consisted of him running his hands across the ground, trying to find it and pulling at the restraints. By the time his fingers brushed it his wrists were rubbed raw and even more painful than before.

He turned the stone over in his hand and twisted his wrist again, forcing himself not to cry out. He fumbled and almost dropped the stone as he pressed it against the ropes. Painstakingly slowly, his numb hands aching, pain shooting through his awkwardly positioned wrists he began sawing at the ropes.

The stone was blunt and he couldn't tell if it was even working, but he kept at it until his hand was cramped and finally, finally, after what felt like hours the rope snapped and he pulled one of his arm free. Logan hissed through his teeth and shook it out, flexing his fingers, trying to regain some blood flow before reaching back and grabbing the stone again, starting in the other wrist.

Once he had the other arm free he pushed off the ropes and tumbled out of the chair, twisting to protect his glasses. Groaning he sat up, running his wrists. His head was throbbing and his joints were stiff and his shoulders screamed at him but he was free.

He was sore and scared and hungry but he was free. Now he just had to escape.

He tried to stand and stumbled, his legs not used to being used. He stuck out a hand to steady himself and scraped his hand against the wall. It was still incredibly dark so he staggered over to the door and tried the handle. He didn't dare turn on the light for fear of it being noticed but thankfully it opened. Mr Kidnapper hadn't bothered to lock it, confident Logan wouldn't be able to escape.

He cracked it open, blinking rapidly as light spilled into the room. The door opened into a small, dank corridor with the same bare bulbs and black walls, like a horror movie. Taking a deep breath, steeling himself he crept down the corridor, supporting himself on the wall and moving painfully slow. He had no idea here he was going and he was probably just going to get himself caught or killed but what other option did he have? He didn't know Mr Kidnapper's intentions and it looked like he was going to starve before he found out.

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Did I- did I really just write two chapters within a few hours of each other...? Did that just happen? I'm really beginning to doubt my sanity...

Anyway I've not got a lot to say so I'm just gonna go draw some shitty art

Later🤟🏻