~Jonathan's pov~

I woke up in a dark room tied to a chair. I attempted to move my hands only to be restrained by the ropes around my wrist. I moved legs, but they didn't move much. There was rope around my ankles as well.

"I see you're awake." I looked up towards the familiar voice. I couldn't see anyone until I felt a pair if hands cover my eyes. I wanted to scream, but a hand came over my mouth.

"Don't do it boy, if you know what's good for you." Dad? The thought of him being close and out of jail scared me half to death.

My breath quickened. I was starting to hyperventilate. I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. I felt his hands start to release my eyes. I still couldn't see anything only the blackness ahead. I felt a lump in my throat.

Evan.

Where was he? Was he okay? Was he coming for me? What if he never found me? What if I was away from him forever?

The thought pained me. I couldn't just not be with him. I-I loved him. Yeah, I loved Evan. And no one was going to keep me from him. No one wa-

"Do you know why you're here?" I jumped hearing my dad's voice now behind me. I couldn't respond only shake my head. He gave me a smirk.

"Well it's pretty simple, boy. You put me in jail. It's only fair I get you back." I felt my stomach drop as he pulled out a pocket knife. He turned on a light. I was blinded for a second before I could clearly see a full cement room. The walls, and floor, where nothing but cement. I looked up to see my dad wearing a pair of black jeans and a sweatshirt. He had a wicked grin on his face.

Evan, please help.

~Ethan's pov~

Everything dark. I couldn't see. I couldn't hear.

"Please..." what? Who was that? "I've lost you and Jonathan. What am I going to do?" Evan? What does he mean? Lost Jonathan? Lost me? I wanted to open my eyes and look at him, but I couldn't. My eyelids were so heavy and tired. My throat was dry so I was hard to say anything.

"I'm so sorry Evan." There was another voice, but I didn't know who.

"What am I going to do Nogla? If he doesn't wake up and if we can't find Delirious..." his voice checked at the end. I heard him start to cry. I had to talk. For my dad.

"E-van?"

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Okay, so, that was short fir more than one reason, but just know that my next update will be in about two days if bit earlier. If I don't update on time feel free to yelling at me. But the name of this chapter is titled, "What the fuck?" For a reason. I'm seriously 300 away from having 1000 reads, and guys, I want to cry it means a lot to me. It really does. Just a heads up the next chapter is so sappy it's sickening. Just be warned. But, uh, yeah and enjoy.

~Nathan(~°-°)~