WILL POV-

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The brunette's eyes fluttered open shuffling in his seat; unable to get comfortable on the dingy old taxi chair, the glass shards littering the floor. Sometime during the night, he had fallen asleep; he told himself he would stay awake and alert so he could attack if Mike tried to do anything to him. His head and entire body throbbed; it wasn't clear whether it was the alcohol from yesterday or the beating Mike had given him when he attempted to escape. He didn't even know where he was at this moment, barely able to open his eyes as the bright lights blinded him. Nauseous and in pain, Will tried to look over at Mike who seemed to know exactly what he was doing and the route. The brunette laid his head back on the headrest, feeling the cool air on his face from the broken window and the warm sun heat his skin.

Suddenly, the car stopped. Looking forwards, the small boy could see a mechanics' store isolated from the rest of the world, seemingly in the middle of nowhere. The brunette wanted to panic, was Mike going to kill him and abandon his body here? He shivered in his seat; an overwhelming sense of dread washing over him.

The ravenette got out the car draping one handle of his backpack on his shoulder. Stomping over to the other side opening the passenger side door, Will squirmed as Mike reached his arm over; the brunette didn't want to be killed; he was far too young. The ravenette unlocked the handcuff from the seat placing it on his own arm so the pair were now intertwined together by metal cuffs.

Mike grabbed the small boy, pulling him out the car aggressively, "Get up!" the ravenette groaned, annoyed with Will for the time being; after the event that occurred yesterday, he couldn't take any chances and needed to keep an eye on him the entire time; all in fear Will would run away again.

Lugging the brunette out the car, Mike gripped Will's wrist despite the handcuffs bonding them together, escorting him out the taxi and into the mechanic's store. Will's head pounded from the hangover, feeling disoriented and anxious; the events of the past day and Mike's taunting stayed fresh in his mind. Entering through the front door, hearing ringing bells that chimed in his ears stung his senses. Two people turned to face them; a young woman around his age with red hair and a physically fit boy with dark skin, a high-top fade haircut and a smile that felt enchanting. If Will wasn't hungover, he would definitely be staring at the boy and his beauty.

"Hey guys!" Mike greeted the pair nonchalantly, as if nothing unusual is happening, almost as if this was a normal occurrence for them, "We need a new car! Ours had a... little accident!"

Will covered his ears, the sounds of speaking way too much for him; he wished he could sit down.

The redhead raised a brow, eyeing the brunette with suspicion, "Who's that?" She whispered to Mike, "And what did you do to him?"

"Max!" The ravenette rolled his eyes, "Why must you always think I did something? it's his fault. He's hungover."

"Is he alright?" the other boy asked sympathetically.

"He had too much to drink..." Mike replied, his tone icy and cold, "He fucking caused soo much trouble and he's hungover!" he grumbled, exaggerating the situation to make the brunette seem more like a burden then he actually was.

"Don't be soo harsh on him!" the athletic boy reprimanded, "Hey there! I'm Lucas!" speaking in a low and calming tone.

Will managed a weak smile; honestly quite good for someone being kidnapped. He couldn't think in that moment as he felt sick, woozy and the overwhelming need to sit down. Deciding to take a seat on the floor, he sat cross-legged; like a child waiting for his mother talking to her friends at the grocery store. The brunette covered his ears, wanting the noise to stop; looking tired and exasperated.

Lucas scrunched his face, confused and concerned; realising the handcuffs, he spoke, "Why are you handcuffed together?"

"Woah kinky!" Max chuckled at her own joke, nudging Mike with her elbow.

"Don't you dare!" The ravenette furrowed his brows, repulsed by the words, "I would never do that... not to him!"

"Is that so? So you've thought about it?" the redhead laughed, leaning against the counter.

"Shut up!" Mike scoffed in a whiney tone, "It's to stop him from running away!"

"Why are you keeping him anyway? Why don't you just..." the redhead added, making a finger gun and pointing it at her head as though shooting. "It's not something you haven't done before!"

"I can't do that..." the ravenette admitted; something in him said that he couldn't do that to the small boy; sure, Will was a pain in his ass and an overall nuisance but... He was thinking of maybe keeping Will as a personal maid or butler! He couldn't risk letting him go and thought he could be useful in someway.

Lucas folded his arms, studying Mike intently, "So what are you going to do with him?"

"I-I don't know yet," the ravenette replied, his voice uncertain with the possibility of the future. "I'll figure something out, but for now I'm keeping him with me!"

"So what? He's just gonna stay with you until he pops dead?" Max retorted

"I don't know!" Mike repeated, frustrated with his own answer.

Lucas scrunched his face, sensing there's more to the story then he's letting on, "Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked cautiously looking down to where Will sat on the floor; zoned out. "What if he's trouble?"

The ravenette lifted his left arm to the air shaking his wrist attached to the handcuffs hearing a grunt from the hungover brunette. "I have ways of making people behave!" Mike claimed, a small smile on his face, "But I swear he is driving me crazy!" grumbling with an eyeroll

Will wasn't deaf; he could hear everything. His hangover wasn't too severe but considering it was his first one, it felt like his head was splitting in two. He felt uncomfortable being referred to as an inconvenience, but he understood to be quiet; it was better than creating further confrontation. He raised his eyes scanning the walls and one-word caught is eyes, 'Arkansas'. He thought to himself for a moment.

Max smirked teasing the ravenette, "Maybe he's not a fan of your charming demeanour, Wheeler."

Mike shot a sharp glare, "Very funny Max!" he retorted, "But seriously, I don't know what to do. I can't just let him go but if he annoys me anymore, I might lock him in the trunk!"

"Jeez! Calm down! You've literally interrogated and murdered people before, and this is your biggest obstacle...? An 18-year-old?!" the athletic boy questioned.

"He's 21!" the ravenette claimed

"Oh Wheeler, do you have a soft spot for your little captive?" The redhead jested.

Mike scoffed rolling his eyes, "Please! Like I have a soft spot for anyone," He retorted, "I'm still trying to figure out everything!"

"Whatever you plan to keep him for is your business but, you have to deal with him one way or another!" Lucas, being the voice of reason pointed out the glaring issue.

But inside Will's mind, the light poured into his eyes. He remained disoriented and hungover on the concrete floor, feeling uncomfortable by all the factors surrounding him; the throbbing head sensation, the constant jingling of handcuffs and now... his full bladder.

He could feel the liquid slushing within him, and with every passing conversation between his captor and the mechanics, he could not hold it any longer. He turned to the ravenette looking up at him; his movements slow and afraid. Considering he was being kidnapped and threatened and apparently no one seemed to care, Will was quite composed. With a hesitant shaky voice, he addressed the tall man, "Hey, um Mike?" the brunette questioned, cutting the conversation from the trio, "I need to go to the bathroom..."

Mike sighed, his face twisting with irritation, glaring at Will, his anger evident, "Seriously! You've got to be fucking kidding me!" He snapped, his voice sharp and unforgiving, "We don't have time for your whining!"

"Please?" Will begged, afraid if he waited any longer, he would actually... have an accident.

For a moment, it almost seemed as though Mike would refuse again, his scowl deepening. But then, perhaps sensing the desperation in Will's eyes or not wanting Will to soil himself and having to deal with that in the future, the ravenette relented with a sigh, "Fine, but make it quick!" he grumbled, pulling the brunette to his feet and leading him toward where the bathroom was.

Max and Lucas exchanged a look; it wasn't clear to them what Mike was planning to do with Will or why he was even keeping him alive to begin with, but they both had their suspicions.

However back inside the cramped bathroom, Will finally had a moment of privacy... or so he thought as he was still handcuffed to Mike; there was absolutely no way he would go to the bathroom like this. He couldn't believe this very bizarre situation he found himself in as the sensation of being handcuffed to Mike was too much to bear, "Um Mike..." the brunette called out hesitantly, hoping all these requests wouldn't anger the ravenette, "I can't use the bathroom with these handcuffs on."

Mike scowled impatient, clearly irritated by the inconvenience, "Just get over with it or you could pee your pants!" he threatened, turning around to give Will a small amount of privacy and honestly it was something he didn't want to see.

The brunette blushed, deeply embarrassed and humiliated. This entire day was horrible; did anyone even care he was gone? Where were the cops? How was no one noticed the handcuffed boy? And why aren't Max and Lucas helping him?

He asked himself questions to distract himself from the overwhelming vulnerable situation he found himself in... He was peeing in front of the man who he was handcuffed too and who kidnapped him from the club! Sheesh! That was worse than he thought.

After what felt like an eternity, Will finally finished, stepping outside the bathroom, feeling more uncomfortable than ever. He couldn't exchange eye contact with Mike; worried that the ravenette had seen him or was judging him as he flushed the toilet.

Mike on the other hand, simply did not care about Will's discomfort leading the brunette out to the sink to wash his hands, then gesturing for Will to follow him back to the front where Max and Lucas stood.

"We're back!" The ravenette announced,

"Oh wow! Now you're speaking for the both of you?" The redhead chuckled

"Shut up Max!" Mike sarcastically rolled his eyes "Can you just give me the car?" The ravenette questioned, annoyed with this conversation that kept circling back to the same point.

"Sure!" Lucas chimed in, agreeing with a nod immediately,

"But I think you should eat for lunch first!" the redhead added smiling sinisterly, already up to something; awaiting how this whole situation would entail... 

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