You Can Never Escape Me(BxB)

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Anthony Lawrence

As expected I couldn't sleep that night. I constantly rolled around in my bed, trying to find a comfortable position to get at least a little bit of rest. But it didn't work.

The room I slept in was actually really modern and luxurious. And sometimes I misinterpreted it as a 5 star hotel room and forgot the whole part that I was being held captive against my will and threatened.

Every morning a kind woman brought me some food. I tried to talk to her and ask her, if she was here by free will. But she never answered. She only sent me a sorry smile and went on with her tasks.

I was thankful that they didn't try to starve me to death in here. But I guess that the only reason why they gave me food was because I couldn't concentrate on healing Sam with an empty stomach and no energy.

The breakfast wasn't fancy. Just some fruits and bread, but I didn't mind. I didn't eat much when I was home either.

As instructed I spent my whole day treating Sam. I checked up on his health, treated his wound and also checked if the machines that were keeping him alive were working properly.

And then always came the part, where I just sat around doing nothing and waited for the time to pass. I mean I couldn't do anything else. I wasn't allowed to leave the room to occupy myself with something else and I couldn't let a miracle happen and heal Sam either.

After a few hours of sitting around and staring at the plain white wall in front of me. My eyelids started getting heavier. I felt like I didn't sleep at all this entire week and to be honest, I also didn't have any reason to force myself to stay awake anymore.

I would get my punishment in a few hours, which couldn't be anything else than my death. So, why should I care for more consequences. As long as it just affected me of course, not the people I cared for.

And that's probably what still kept me awake at the end, though.

So, I kept on waiting until my shift was finally over. I checked up on Sam one last time, before I stepped out of the room and closed the door behind me.

I didn't know, why I was feeling careless for what was about to happen next. But I guess that I still didn't realize, that I was going to die today. Everything has happened so fast.

I crossed the long hallway until I stood in front of my kidnapper's office, that was guarded by two men dressed in fancy black suits. Each of them had a gun in his hand. Always ready to shoot.

I swallowed hard.

Maybe one of them was going to kill me. The thought was still terrifying, but at least a gunshot was quick and mostly painless, than other killing techniques.

One of them opened the door for me and I hesitantly stepped in looking around the office.

"Mr. Easton will be there in a few minutes," the man, who opened the door informed me, before closing it behind me.

Mr. Easton

That definitely sounded too nice for him. Finally, I had a name to associate him with. Should I come out of here alive one day, it will be helpful for the police.

I stood in the middle of the room just like yesterday, not daring to sit down without his permission and waited.

I couldn't stop my eyes from always wandering between the large television and the remote control that was placed on the desk. I wasn't unpopular, which meant that my missing should be on the news. Maybe my parents were searching for me through TV. That way I could at least see if they were fine.

My mind and conscience tried to tell me to leave it and don't cause more trouble. But my body just moved on it's own and without realizing it, I turned on the TV and searched for the news.

I turned the speakers as low as possible, but loud enough for me to hear and waited for the unimportant news to pass by.

Someone got murdered. A celebrity couple divorced. Someone got pregnant...

I was thinking that maybe I had either missed the report or there was none and wanted to turn off the television. Because with every minute that passed by, it was more likely for this Mr. Easton to step in and worsen up my punishment.

But just as I was about to turn it off, the news switched to an interview with none other than Spencer Channing, my biggest rival. Or at least my father wanted me to always be better than him.

"I wouldn't dramatize this whole situation with Dr. Lawrence too much. I know that there are many rumors that he got kidnapped or murdered. But in my opinion, he probably just took some time off from all the attention of the media and his job. I'm sure that wherever he is right now, he's safe and probably enjoying himself. Maybe he even found a lover to sweeten up his time. Who knows!?" Spencer explained with a smirk and I got the strange urge to slap him across his face for telling the world that I was fine, taking some vacation and probably having sex all the time.

I just hoped that the majority of the people weren't thinking this way and gave up on searching for me. I hoped that my parents didn't believe that bullshit Spencer was spilling and explained to everyone that I would never leave without telling them first.

"Thank you for your opinion, Dr. Channing," the reporter replied and Spencer smiled brightly. "So, aside from the fact that Dr. Lawrence is missing for whatever reason. We just heard that you found a new cure against blindness, that could really help blind people to get their eyesight back?" The reporter asked curiously.

Spencer was beaming with pride and immediately started talking without a single break about his treatment and all the success it already had.

He was obviously happy that I was gone for now and probably prayed for me to stay away from public as long as possible. Even better to never come back ever again.

I wanted to laugh at him, crash his hopes and come back. But I didn't know myself, if that was ever going to happen. I ran my hand through my hair out of frustration and thought about the whole situation, when it suddenly hit me.

My father was probably more angry that I was missing, than worried. Everything he ever wanted was for me to be the best. And now that I wasn't there to continue working and creating new treatments, Spencer got all the praise and attention. And even my status. He would take over my position and everything I worked so hard for would be for nothing.

I finally managed to make my parents proud and now everything was ruined by this fucking psycho and his inability to understand that his doctors already did everything they could to save Sam's life and that he was on his own. But no, he expected me to be some kind of magician and make him wake up immediately.

The rage I felt inside of me was unbearable and in the heat of the moment, I threw the remote control with full force against the TV causing it to break in the middle. The realization hit me moments after, but it was already too late.

"You're really craving trouble, aren't you?" A dark voice suddenly laughed behind me and all the rage turned into anxiety. I didn't dare to turn around and face him. I couldn't believe, how stupid I had been again. My father always told me so, but I never believed him. Now, I saw what he meant. I always let my emotions get the best of me, instead of ignoring what others said or did to fuck me up.

But it was already too late to learn to control my temper anyway