(DELAY) 𝚊 𝚋𝚘𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚐𝚞𝚗 | 𝚚𝚞𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚡 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛

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TW: mentions death, guns and knives

Your POV:

It was dark. I opened my eyes but still saw darkness, I couldn't hear clearly, but I hear a lot of arguing, I tried to regain my consciousness. Not long after, I realised I was tied up, the ropes were tight too. Even though I couldn't see anything I could hear Alex's voice, louder and louder. "You fucking asshole, tell me where the hell we're going!" I've never heard him this go off like that.

Our POV:

You heard a punch next to you, and you heard Lex mumbling "asshole.."
"Lex..?" you say in an exhausted voice. "Y/N?! Are you ok?! What's covering my head?! What happened?!" He quickly turned his head to his side. You were completely drained out to answer but you tried forming words, that shovel must have hit you really hard (I'm dirty-minded too)

"I'm fine Lex.." that's all you can answer, then things started to get quieter and quieter again. Your eyes were getting heavy and you felt like passing out again. You breathed heavily and tried to stay awake. "Y/n? Y/n?! Are you ok? Did they hurt you?!" Alex tried to get his hands free. Dream was sitting next to you, it was painful to watch for him, he can't even say anything to you, not a single word. He wasn't ready to see you face to face with each other.

Slowly Alex's voice started to get more and more quavery, making you worry. Even though you couldn't see anything, you tried to reach for his hands, even with yours being tied up. You finally got found his hands and held them tightly, you whispered "shut the hell up now..." serious tone. He a deep breath and reclined backward to you.
Silence filled the car, not long after, Alex fell asleep, so did you.

Your POV:

After 4 hours, the driver suddenly hit the brakes making me wake up immediately. I think Alex was still deeply asleep
"Take them in now" the voice seemed familiar

'Shit...it can't be...' I tried my best not to show that I'm awake "Take them carefully, they are very important"
That voice...goddammit!

I heard someone opening the door next to me and pick me up in a bridal style
I didn't know who the person was who carried me but I don't think my curiosity can take it. I slowly loosened my arm to feel if the person is armed. Turns out, the person had a gun in his pocket. That's good now I know how to free myself from them
The person walked into a room, I think now it's a good time. I hit his face with my elbow to get myself free from the person and took the gun out of his pocket. I heard a thud, I guess the person fell to the ground. I took the bag that covered my face, off to see who the person was

Our POV:

"Y/N STOP ITS ME, GEORGE" George's nose started to bleed because of how hard you hit him.
Even though you were surprised it was him, you kept pointing the gun at him. You couldn't say anything to him, it was dead silence in the room
You took a deep breath and took a few steps to him "George...where are we.." in this case you were holding the gun right at his forehead
"...I can't tell you, I'm sorry.." he hesitated to answer
You grabbed him by his shirt collar, with full anger "...GOD DAMNIT GEORGE, YOUR LIFE IS ON THE LINE, JUST TELL ME WHERE WE ARE OR I'M PULLING THE TRIGGER"
Fear showed in George's eyes, he was breathing, heavily
You pushed him back, hid the gun in your pocket, and looked at the keyhole of the door.
"Don't even think about it George" you turned to George who was holding a knife, pointing at you
You two stared at each other in the quiet room, expecting any moves from him. But instead, he dropped the knife and fell on his knees
"George?" You crouched over to him and looked at him up/down
He couldn't say anything and he just looked at you "George please just tell me where we are..." you hugged him tightly
"...we're in Boston.." you were shocked "Wait..are we in.." George nodded his head slowly "yeah..we're back at the house y/n" he chuckled with embarrassment