Just Wanna Be With You (Carlos)

C6: McDonald's

Harry took the gun and aimed it at Carlos's forehead. I could see fear in Carlos's eyes, but his face remained calm.

"HARRY NO!" I screamed. "P-please. Just- shoot me instead. Please don't hurt Carlos."

Harry looked from Carlos, to me, to the gun.

"You really love him, don't you?" He asked. I nodded quickly. "Well then. Fuck you, Carlos. I'll kill you later."

"Dude, how do you plan on getting away with any of this?" Carlos asked.

"I'm just gonna get Rebecca to fall in love with me again. And then she'll dump your sorry ass and forget everything," Harry explained.

"Yeah, because I fall in love with my kidnappers all the time," I muttered.

Harry didn't have a witty response to that one. He just glared at me and went back to driving. I gave Carlos a look that hopefully said 'I'm sorry'. He seemed to get the point and mouthed 'I love you' back at me.

A few minutes of silence passed.

"Harry, I have to pee," I said.

"Deal with it," he responded.

"Here? Well okay..." I looked around for a cup.

"No, not here! This leather is imported!" He said. Carlos chuckled and I rolled my eyes. "We'll just stop at this McDonald's up the road," Harry said, clearly pissed that I had to, well, piss.

I turned back to wink at Carlos. He obviously figured out my plan, for the most part anyway.

When Harry parked, I started to undo my restraints, but obviously I wasn't able. Harry opened the door and undid my seatbelt, somehow, and led me inside.

"Don't try anything funny," Harry whispered in my ear.

"Of course not," I replied. I have to do this quick. Thankfully, someone was in the restroom. "Excuse me, miss?" I asked the lady politely.

"Yes?" She answered.

"I don't mean to bother you, but a guy out there kidnapped me and my boyfriend, who's in the car, and I was wondering if I could use your phone to call the police?" I tried to remain calm so I didn't scare her away.

"You serious?" She asked, wide eyed.

"Yes, I am. And I don't have much time.."

"Of course, go ahead. Use my phone. Anything I can do?" She asked, terrified.

"If you can beat up the asshole in the blue cardigan and khakis outside, then sure," I said, dialing the phone.

She ran outside and I heard a loud boyish scream followed by the sound of a fist connecting with someone's face.

"911, what's your emergency?"

"Yes, my name is Rebecca, and I'm at McDonald's in Henderson, Nevada. On Main Street. My boyfriend and I have been kidnapped by my crazy ex-boyfriend and you need to send help. He has a gun," I said all in one breath.

"Okay, miss, remain calm. And we'll be there as soon as possible. Stay on the phone with me until they get there. And don't do anything to make your kidnapper leave. Where's your boyfriend?" The lady asked.

"Carlos is in the car. It's a Lamborghini, grey. I don't know the year or model," I explained.

"Okay, Rebecca, thank you. Where is the kidnapper?"

"Harry's outside. I'm in the bathroom and he's waiting for me to come out. He's gonna get suspicious soon. Get the police to hurry: I don't want them hurting Car-" I heard the door burst open.

Fuck. 

I saw that is was Harry and I ran in a stall to hide before he saw me.

"Rebecca, where the hell are you?" He asked. I said nothing. I tried hard not to make any noise at all, but it was hard considering how silent it was in the bathroom.

"Miss?" The lady asked. I quickly covered the phone so Harry wouldn't hear her.

"Rebecca..." I heard him checking each stall, opening every door. I bit my lip and closed my eyes. Please, Harry, don't come in here. Please. I heard the door open once more.

"POLICE. EVERYONE OUT," a male officer shouted. I ran out of the stall and hugged him. Harry was nowhere to be found.

"Are you Rebecca?" The officer asked. I read his name tag, Officer Pete.

"Yes, I am," I said.

"Where's this Harry guy?" Officer Pete asked. The other officers- a boy and a girl- checked the bathroom, finding nothing.

"He was just in here. Maybe he slipped out.." I ran outside the bathroom and checked the restaurant. Nothing.

Getting scared, I ran outside.

"Where's the car? Where's the fucking car?"

There was no Lamborghini in sight.

Which left me with one question.

Where the hell was Carlos?

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