Badboy and the emo reunite (BXB)

Chapter 15. the past

We are gonna be looking at Zanes' life for a bit, to show what made him change. Let's say, this happened as he was being kidnapped, so still in high school.

I'm on the ground, my phone broke in front of me. I don't feel the pain, but I know there's going to be a lot in a second. I try to get up, but my limbs are pushed back down. I'm hit again, and this time I blank.

When I woke, I saw my uncle in front of me. Watching me, and giving me a look of disgust. I stay silent, giving him the same look. Then I feel the pain, but there's more pain than just the back of my head. I look down and see blood dripping down my hands. My hands are tapped around a chair, but it's not a rope or chains, it's barbed wire.

"You fucking psycho," I mutter, and he laughs.

"Well hello to you too."

"Fuck you."

"This is not how I planned our reunion, but it's surely similar."

"In what ways?"

"Well, you're tied up, but I imagined you more panicked."

"I saw this coming," I adjust my shoulders and groan at the sourness, then close my eyes and lean my head back.

"Is that so?"

"Yeah, you can thank the slut for that. She's not very good at being slick about blackmailing people."

"Figured. I was shocked she came to me. She got some guts."

"No, she doesn't have guts, she has money. So, what's your plan?"

"That's for you to figure out."

"No, you're going to tell me anyway."

"Yeah. You're gonna sit here, and I'm gonna be finding that boyfriend of yours."

"You won't be able to find him."

"What are you going to do about it, tough guy?"

I look down at my hands and feet. He laughs, then I feel something cold on the back of my neck. I realize he's behind me, and I don't move.

"First, I'm gonna make it impossible for you to get out. I do have to say, you remind me of your dumbass father, always have long girly hair"

"Don't talk about my dad like that."

"I think you need a haircut, don't you?"

I jerk my head forward, my hands trying to fly up and protect my hair, but that just leads to more pain. He grabs a handful of my hair, yanking my head back.

"Do all gays have to be so stupid and feminine? Long hair doesn't look good on men, and neither does being gay." He yanks my hair up, revealing the shaved part. "Well looky here, seems like you still have a bit of masculinity in you."

"You drunken bastard," I mutter. "ROT IN HELL!"

"You are wrong," I feel the knife cut through my hair. "And this," he lets my hair fall over me, my heart aches, and my soul screams in anger. "This is wrong," he punches me in the jaw. "You are wrong, your whole," another punch, "fucking," another punch, "existence" another punch. "Is wrong".

I stay quiet. I can't fight tied up like this, I just have to endure it. I'm sorry Dad, I wanted to be like you. Strong, don't give up so easily. You taught me greatness, strength, and humanity.

"Well, you got no snarky comments?" He crouched in front of me.

I spit my blood in his face, "fuck you".

A mistake on my part, because I got one hell of a beating after that, but that moment felt good.

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"Not breaking yet?" He's been torturing me, seeing what can make me break down and cry. "I guess you've built up quite a tolerance."

"Damn right, I have," I have.

He puts a mirror in front of my face, "You look much better like this, wouldn't you say?"

"If anything, you just made me more attractive to both genders than just women."

He grins, putting down the mirror he grabs something in his other hand. He lifts it, revealing a picture. A picture of Shane and me.

"Ya know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna find him, and I'm gonna bring him here."

"No, you won't, you won't get a chance."

"Says the fag all tied up and bloody," he mocks in the same tone as me. "I'll get him, trust me. And when I do, you're going to watch him die, then I'll kill you too, then you'll know what you did to me," he pauses. He grabs two knives, puts the picture on the wall, and stabs a knife through each of our faces. Shane first then me. I feel like throwing up. "I will fucking kill him and you, I swear on everything you'll watch him die, and it'll be your fault."

He leaves, shutting off the light and locking the door after it shuts. It's pitch black, I can't see a foot in front of me. And now I break, I cry and quietly curse at myself. I've been here for about 5 hours, and I already feel like I've died. I have been burned, cut, choked, whipped, just tortured. I cry and decide to do something I've never done. I pray.

I pray that I can make it out of this, I pray that he isn't right about getting Shane, I pray that my family and friends will be safe, and I pray that someone up there gives me the strength to pull through this. Then, I feel something, this light feeling. A feeling I can only describe as a weight being lifted. I thank whoever did it, probably Dad, because it brings me back to the moment. The moment of I need to get out of here quick, but how?

So, I start looking around, and while it's incredibly hard to see because it's about 3 in the morning, there's some moonlight I use to look at my surroundings. My feet are tied in by ropes, what a fucking idiot, probably did that while drunk. That's easy to get out of, but how do I get out of these wires? I'll have to wait until it's daytime to look for that.

I do notice something, something shiny silver, and I know in my heart it's a gun, I just can't tell what type from here. Seeing that makes me nervous because now I know he's serious about killing Shane and I.

"Please baby boy, be strong."