The black phone ~imagines~

Together (finney)

Finney was missing for 3 days. Finney shaw was my whole world, even though he didn't know it

I wasn't allowed to help with the search party so instead I would sneak out at night and search for him.

As I cycled through the streets I saw 2 figures in the bush outside a house. Curiously, I threw down my bike and walked over to them cautiously.

Y/n- hello?

Finney- y/n!?

Y/n- Finn!

Finney- y/n run!

Y/n- wha-

Before I could finish I saw the other figure get up. He began walking towards me, knife in hand. My eyes widened in fear. Finney stood up, limping. He grabbed a rock and hit the man

Grabber- fuck

He groaned for a while. I backed away, trying to get to my bike. I tripped on the curb, snapping my ankle

Grabber turned around to finney as I screamed out in pain. He covered finneys mouth with a cloth. He fought back as best as he could but it was a loosing battle.

Y/n- leave him alone!

Grabber- shut up bitch

I used my remaining strength to pull my body up but it was no use. The little weight I put on my ankle caused excruciating pain to shoot through my body

Grabber walked up to me, picking up my frail body. I could've fought back but let's face it, it would do nothing

He entered the house as I slowly lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was on a mattress. A dirty cold mattress. Sitting up, I took in my surroundings. A toilet, carpets, a black phone though it was disconnected

I pulled myself over to the phone and began to dial 911. Right as I put in the last 1, the large metal door opened and in came grabber holding finney in his arms.

He threw his body on the mattress next to me. As I took in the man before me, I saw a large cut on his arm, gushing with blood

Grabber- he fought back, but I won in the end

He giggled, thinking it was funny. God what a sick man. Kidnapping children for his own pleasure

I crawled over to finney, resting my hand on his forehead. Still warm. A good sign.

Throughout the day finney slowly regained consciousness. I could only sit there and do my best to take care of him as my ankle was more than likely broken

Finney- fuck

He sat up. Pain shooting right to his head causing him to clutch his forehead in an attempt to ease the pain

Y/n- it's ok

Finney- I told you to run

Y/n- finney, that's not what matters right n-

Finney- no, don't tell me what matters, you could've been seriously hurt

Y/n- I know and so could you

Finney- were not getting out

Y/n- I know... but at least we're together right?

He smiled. Placing his forehead against mine.

Finney- yeah, at least we're together