Kidnapped (boyxboy)

Chapter 5: He Let Me Go

        "Milo, we need to talk." 

That had been two years ago. Rylan had let me out, and I missed him more than anything. I felt like I belonged with him, that I actually was at home with him. When I had actually returned home, it was like no one had noticed I was missing for a year. They just walked around me like an obstacle, and the beatings came twice as hard. 

But, one day in July everything changed. I had been standing in line at my favorite coffee shop when something hooked onto my leg and dragged me out of line. I was thrown into a booth and someone climbed into the booth next to me. 

"Wha-" 

My face was dragged to the side and I locked eyes with Pheobe. My arms reached out and wrapped around her tiny frame and she sobbed into my shoulder. 

"Milo, oh my God. I've missed you so much." 

Someone else touched my shoulder and I looked up to see Jake smiling at me, holding a coffee out to me. I took it silently as he took a seat on the other side of the booth. I lifted Pheobe up onto my lap where she buried her head in my shoulder blade. 

"What are you guys even doing here?" 

"We could ask you the same. Where have you been?" 

I looked at Jake. Did they really not know that Rylan let me go?" 

"I thought I told you not to pick up strangers."

Rylan's voice froze me. He sounded broken, robotic almost. He pushed in next to Jake and looked at me. Not much had changed about me or him, but now my lip was pierced and his eyes were empty. 

"I didn't know I was a stranger to you now Rylan." 

I could hear the cold tone of my voice. He growled and grabbed my shirt. 

"Don't you fucking think I know who you are. The boy I loved, I let him go. Just because you look like him doesn't mean you can act like you know me." 

I hooked my fingers in his hair and pulled hard, and he fell back in the booth. 

"Do you need fucking proof that I'm me? Because my birthmark is still very much there!" 

Rylan's eyes softened. By now, everyone was staring at us and he glared at them. 

"Milo...." 

Pheobe was up in a second, looking me in the eye. She winked and pushed me over the table and I landed on Jake. 

"Sorry J.." 

He nodded and got up to sit with Pheobe. Rylan was looking at me now, his eyes filled with tears. I took his fingers and dragged them over my spine, down to my birth mark. 

"It really is you baby. I.. I never thought I'd see you again." 

I smiled and embraced him. He grabbed my shirt and bunched it up. However, he gripped me a little too hard and he pressed against my fractured ribs. I cried out and pulled away. He took my hands and kissed my knuckles. 

"Baby, what's wrong?" 

I shook my head. My lip quivered. It hurt so bad, my ribs ached and it rocked my core. He lifted my shirt lightly and gasped at the large bruise laying over my ribs. His eyes went dark. 

"Who the fuck did this to you?! I'll fucking end them!" 

My lips quivered as I fell against him, taking his hair in my hand and tugging it softly. He looked at my teary eyes and calmed down. 

"It.. it was my dad." 

"Why?" 

He was up now, climbing over me. I got up quickly and told Pheobe and Jake to follow. We followed him to the car where we got in. He dropped me off at the hospital and demanded to know where I lived. The nurse, obviously intimidated by a large man with golden eyes and gauges to match, told him my adress with a shaky voice. He carried me to a large office where a girl who looked very close to him feature wise was working. He talked to her in a different language and she nodded. She lowered herself in front of me as he stalked out of the room. 

"Pheobe!" 

"Yeah Milo?" 

"Go with him. Make sure he doesn't actually murder my dad." 

"Yes sir!" 

I hissed as she touched my ribs. She nodded and lifted me up, wrapping up my ribs and handing my shirt and giving me a shot of pain reliever. 

"There."

Pheobe ran in and grabbed my hand and pulled me to where Rylan was sitting down. His knuckles were bloody, and his lips were bloody. He had never looked more beautiful. He looked at me and smiled, and I bent down in front of him and kissed his knuckles. 

"I love you."