"pulse response negative" the paramedic in all white said, placing an oxygen mask on the body laying on the stretcher.
The body had a few scratches scattered around and a fresh wound covering almost half of the area below his chest.
The face of the victim was familiar I couldn't quite place it. I could hear sobbing but apart from the body on the stretcher and the paramedic my surroundings were a massive blur.
The thunder clapping from the rain roused me up from my sleep and disturbing dream. My eyes were still shut but I could still feel the temperature dropping lower due to the storm brewing outside.
A warm breath was hitting the crook of my neck, causing chills to erupt throughout my entire body. A hand creeped up from behind me, trailing from my stomach and stopping at my left boob, kneading it from my fabric making a tiny squeal part from my lips followed by my eyes going open. I struggled against the other hand which was wrapped firmly around my waist, too muscular to be mistaken for Veronica's or any other acquittances of mine
He made a strange noise like a mix between a moan and a groan, nuzzling his head into my neck. "Stop it" he whispered
That voice was way too familiar
My mind was foggy as I tried to recollect memories from last night. I remembered being forced to go clubbing, being pulled into a car and that's it. I let out an internal groan of frustration trying to put the small pieces together only to be rewarded with a slight thump in my head. I bit my lip harshly once another thump hit me accompanied by a nausea wave.
I wriggled against the stranger behind me trying to get out of his grip without spewing out my guts.
"Fuck" he grunted, his hold on my waist tightening. I clawed at the arm firmly wrapped around my waist in an attempt to get his attention.
"Bathroom" I voiced out, trying to keep the rising bile in my throat at Bay. I felt him go rigid before he unravelled his arms from around me giving me the chance to Sprint to the door a few feet away which thankfully was the bathrooms. i hurled out contents into the sparkling white toilet, the vomit leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
I let my upper body lean on the cold tiled wall, my head thumping repeatedly.
"Are you okay" I heard a voice say. I lifted my head to stare at the bearer. He was leaning on the bathroom door and I couldn't help the sigh of relief that escaped me once I saw that he was clothed excluding his upper half which was bare leaving his rippled abs on display. My cheeks turned scarlet once my eyes landed on the bulge in front of his sweatpants
"W-where a-am i" I stuttered, curious about my location and the apparent hottie in front of me. A smirk took over his features "You don't remember shit that happened do u" he chuckled, running his hand through his already tousled hair .
It definitely isn't weird that THAT was the sexiest gesture I have ever seen right?
"No" I muttered shaking my head. The only thing I could remember was partying with ver and being shoved gently into a car.
Wait, have I been kidnapped?
I let my eyes flit over to the guy in front of me. He looked nothing like most kidnappers from all the movies ver and I watch every Saturday. His hair wasn't balding, the only tattoo that could be seen on him was a drawing which covered a small portion on his chest and a stud on his left ear.He looked more like a model straight out from a magazine than a kidnapper.
Don't judge a book by its cover, he may be one of those kidnappers from those novels who look sexy but.....
"You okay?" The stranger asked, partially zapping me out from my thoughts.
Okay kidnappers definitely don't get concerned about their victims. It's like my mom forgetting to call me up every day.
It. just. doesn't. happen
"Mom" I voiced out, mentally face palming myself. My mom was obviously trying to reach me by now and I certainly don't need to give her a reason to send the whole police force after me again.
"I need my phone" I said, scrambling up from the bathroom floor. He jerked his head in the direction of the bedroom, an amused expression on his face.
The thumping of my head increased by a tenfold the second I stood on my feet making me stumble a bit. . I rushed over to the room, picking up my phone from where it lay idly on the bed side table. I had a total of 25missed calls. 7 from ver and the remaining 18 from my mom. She didn't text me like very so I had to listen to the voicemails.
Her voice was urgent and panic ridden and I felt my heart begin to beat faster than normal as I listened to the woman who was ways so organized sound so helpless and broken.
"Baby it's your dad,he was in an accident.khloe I'm so scared they said he won't-" the line was cut off. I tried turning on my phone but it only showed a faint light before completely going off. My eyes were already brimming with tears but I knew this wasn't the time or place to break down
"I have t-to go" I mumbled. My throat was closing up and I could feel bile threatening to come back up as hot tears stung my eyes. I tried again to get air into my lungs as I hiccuped. I clutched my fingers tightly together, making another attempt at taking a deep breath but it felt like I was restricted. The tears which I tried to blink back escaped from their barrier as I struggled to breath.
I felt hands slowly rub my back and chin being tilted upwards,facing the blue-green eyed stranger. "Hey breathe" he said, his hands rubbing at my shoulders. I shook my head no as if to tell him it wasn't working but I doubt he got the message as he continued rubbing at my shoulders. This was my first panic attack in years and this time my dad wasn't there to help.
What if he didn't make it?
Within seconds he removed his hands from my shoulders and pushed me forward so I was crashing into his bare chest. The rapid pounding of his heart startled me but I stayed put, hearing his heart beat pumping raw "listen, don't focus on anything else just that" he whispered, the words rolling off his tongue perfectly like it had been rehearsed one too many times.
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