Happy Ever After // Kidnapped 3

Chapter 18

My heart beat quickens every single second as I hurry myself inside of the building. My cheeks are wet and I truly hate myself for what I have done.

After all, I did this. I locked them up in our apartment. They're with the enemy now. The one who intends to murder them to hurt me. I did this. For all I know they could already be dead. Their bodies could be laying on the wooden parquet that I always was so fond of. What have I done?

Everything is a blur as I sprint up the many stairs. It feels like an eternity to get there but I do. My eyes are on the door and I know that if he would be in there, in Five and I's apartment, I'd feel it. But I don't. I don't feel a little bit of hatred or anger. I feel nothing but my own quick breathing.

Because of having no time at all to doubt or form a plan in my head, I narrow my eyes at the door in front of me and point both my hands at it. I quickly move them forward, causing the door, that has been there in its frame for many years, to break out of its place and fly into the apartment with an enormous bang.

No sound is heard afterwards, which worries me immediately. Either this is a trap and I'm walking right into it or nobody is here.

I don't have a problem with walking right into the trap. If that's what it takes to save everyone, then I will do it. I don't care if my throat gets slit open. I don't care if it's my blood that will be shed today as long as my family is safe and well. I would do everything for them.

My feet start to move and bring me into the apartment but my brain is full of blur and worry. There shouldn't be any blur but there is. I'm too worried about everyone to be ready for a surprise attack. I'm too scared to see my family's bodies laying somewhere here, on my ground, in my home.

With every single step I take, more of the apartment comes into my view and the more I worry. It looks like there isn't a living soul in here. Maybe there isn't. Maybe they're all gone. Maybe he wants to break me by taking everyone away from me and leave me in doubt whether they're still breathing or not. Maybe that was his great plan after all.

Empty. That it is. When I left everyone had pancakes in their hand and now those very same pancakes are laying on the ground, next to my feet.

When I thought I had secured my family's safety, I only put them into danger. A cruel danger that will stop for nothing.

My eyes fall upon a chair that's now laying on the ground, probably fallen there when the hooded man attacked everyone here.

I kneel down beside the piece of furniture and put it up once again. A sob escapes my lips while doing so. What am I to do now? I don't have anything. Not a single clue where they are. Nothing. They're out of my reach.

As my hands are still on the chair, I let myself sit down onto it and think about everything. But it gets me nowhere and doesn't give me a single plan. I could look everywhere for them but the man has got a time capsule. He could literally be in every single place on earth and in every time. It's impossible.

More and more sobs are heard and my hands start shaking. This is my fault. I did this to the people I love. I did the exact thing I promised myself to never do again. I said that I'd never put them in danger. I said that I'd do everything to protect them. Now look what has happened. They're gone and I have no way of finding them.

There's no way someone can help me. Everyone who would've helped me is with him. The hooded man.

I've got no ally anymore. None. I'm utterly and completely alone in this now and I don't think that I'm strong enough to handle such thing.

A combination of anger and sadness makes me stand up, grab the chair again and throw it with all the power I have in me away, the hallway in, as I scream on top of my lungs. Many screams follow and I keep throwing things on the ground such as glasses.

Suddenly a familiar cry catches my attention and I stop right before breaking another glass of ours. I look down in my hands and then slowly place the glass back on the table. The cry continues and I recognize it. I recognize it all too well. That is a babe's cry.

"John!" I breathe and just now I notice how much my throat is hurting already but that isn't what's on my mind right now. Little John is here and I need to hold him in my arms and soothe him.

I follow the cry into the tiny bathroom. At first I don't see anything but then a shushing sound makes me frown. When I look into the bath, I see an adult and big man, that I would've never expected myself to be truly happy when I saw him but I am, with little John in his arms.

"Luther." A very thin smile comes on my lips in relief. His eyes fall upon me and now I notice that his cheeks are wet stained. His hands are shaking. And he has got a crying baby in his arms that can't be soothed because Luther is crying and panicking himself.

"Y/n." His lips part slightly "You're alive."

Without a single doubt I take little John in my arms and start to soothe him as I lay him against my chest. He needs this as much as me.

"I am." I answer Luther through my sobs "I thought everyone was gone. I thought I was alone Luther. I am so glad to see you."

It's weird to say it and it must be weird to hear me say it but I meant it. Every word. I'm so glad that I'm not alone after all.

With shaking hands, the man climbs out of the bathtub. He wipes his tears away, trying to pretend like he isn't scared. Like he hasn't been panicking the whole time.

But why? Why is he here and the others aren't? I might've thought of Luther as a moon obsessed - and idiotic but let's just cut that out for now - man, but that doesn't make a single difference. I'd still have given my life in order to save his skin.

"Why.." I trail off and look down at my feet, scared to actually ask it. I want to know the answer but I know that I won't be happy to hear it.

"Why am I the only one here? Is that what you want to ask me?" He asks and I nod. I need to know.

"He wanted someone to tell you where he is." He says, making me look up immediately.

Where?

Luther pauses for a second, as if doubting if he wants me to know, which worries me even more.

"The apocalypse." Is all he says and it makes my mouth fall open. A gasp escapes my lips as I look at little John in my arms.

How the hell am I going to get there?

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Just one more exam to go !! It is the biggest but I'll get through it :) After monday I'll finally have my Christmas break!! YAAA