Spur of The Moment - Quackity x Reader

Last Time (Q's POV)

My vision had gone completely black for a few seconds, I was still conscious but she slapped me so hard I couldn't see. When my vision returned I was face down in the grass, I lifted my head slowly. Everything hurt, Tears stung my cheeks, I had dirt in my mouth and smudged down my face. I saw Y/N speed past me. I yelled after her. Fuck fuck fuck, Y/N tends to run away after an argument, she normally gets lost and panics, forgetting where she is. Or she could pass out again, like she has a few times. I had to go after her, Bradley clearly didn't know her well enough because he decided to just go home and talk to his female 'friends' for comfort.

I turned to Mrs. L/N and B/N. "I'm gonna go find her." Mrs. L/N tried to stop me "It's dark out, it's dangerous." I brushed her off. "That means she's in danger too. I don't care that she just hit me, that's my Y/N showing and I know what she needs right now."

"What's that?" her brother grabbed my shoulders "Did you hit your head?! You're making no sense."

"She needs her Q right now. I gotta run before she get's hurt, or abducted, or something." I pulled myself out of his grip and sprinted down the road, after her.

My Y/N.

I got to a store to see her getting in a car with someone. "Y/N!" I attempted to scream after her, but my throat was so dry I could hardly speak. It was more of a whisper, but she saw me. Her eyes were scared, hurt, distressed. Someone was forcing her into that car and I couldn't help her. I ran back to her house and told her mother.

We called the police, but the person who took her never left their car. We got the number plate, but it only went back to a car that had been rented under a fake name.

I didn't go home, I called my parents telling them I was staying with Y/N's family tonight and I'll come home when I'm ready. I went to Y/N's room.

Her room was untouched, her favourite movie was playing on her laptop. It was her favourite scene as well, where the main characters slow dance on the shore. I memorised every detail of that scene, I spent hours learning the song on my guitar, I wanted to play it for her on our 5 year friend-anniversary this year, but now she's gone.

She's gone.

She's gone.

She's gone.

And it's my fault.