"You lied. You lied, Frank. Where are you? I'm stuck here for so long, Frank. I…. I need you." you suppressed a sob.
"I'm scared that I'll never see you again, my love."
“Y/N L/N, age 28, has been kidnapped from his walk home after work and there is still no sign of him everywhere.....”
“They got my age wrong, what the heck?” you mumbled slightly offended, after hearing the news from the crappy TV in the corner.
It's true, that you´ve been kidnapped a few days ago and you had a lot of time reflecting and rethinking your miserable life. Not that you had anything else to do. And it also keeps you sane. Or sane enough.
You fell into the hands of a sex slave ring. Apparently, they only care about women, because the two Assholes who kidnapped you, kept arguing about that. The walls of this shady hideout are apparently really thin.
“He is damn skinny and has major long ass hair and ….What?No, I didn't check there. I mean he has long hair that he always wears in a ponytail and..I mean what man does that? What, you do..Oh.”
You started to snicker at the conversation. Hearing that made you wonder why they dont just get rid of you immediately. The question was asked, but of course, you won't get an answer except a loud and rude “Shut up!”.
All the while, you silently sit bound on a chair, fading in and out of consciousness because of lack of nutrition and kept dreaming of better times. Of food. Of the sun. Of Frank. Of Frank's sweet side when it's just the two of them.
You thought of the time when Frank first stepped into your life. It was not in a dark alleyway, not even in any dangerous situation.
It was during grocery shopping.
You just wanted to buy some snacks and drinks, to let the mentally draining week go out with a chill weekend. You bumped into what seemed like a solid wall when he went through the entryway. Perplexed, you glanced up, saw a much bigger man than himself and wanted to apologize immediately, but that same man grumbled something and was already around the corner.
The smaller man stood there and wondered why he was in such a hurry, till he spotted a black something on the ground.
Did he lose something? You quickly picked it up, and it sure was a wallet. Looking down the road, the guy was still there and you started going in that direction.
"That guy is like running away or something, " you huffed. Trying to be a good citizen made you break out into a sweat.
"Sir! You dropped your wallet! "Y/N called after the man, but he seemed to completely ignore you or just simply didn't hear you. Either way, you wouldn't give up.
The big guy took a quick turn and in a few meters you took the same turn, and then you stopped. Dumbfounded. He was gone. In thin air. Poof.
"How the fuck? It's a straight alleyway, and I took like only 5 seconds. "you quietly asked the air.
You darted your eyes to every low-level window and door to see if one had been disturbed recently, but no. Everything looks unbothered.
Playing with the thought of laying the wallet on the ground seems a great idea for now, but then you heard a scraping on the concrete floor and a low voice behind you: „Why are you following me, kid?"
Every single hair on your body stood up at the threatening sound and you froze.
„Are...are you a magician? Where the hell did you disappear to?”
Inside you were facepalming yourself for asking that question. Mouth runs faster than your brain sometimes.
You swear you heard a tiny, throaty chuckle before he spoke again. „That's the first thing you asked? You don't look behind you, that's it."
„Oh.Well, anyway..." You held your hand up. „You dropped your wallet, that's why I followed you. Nothing else."
Eyes still trained forwards you wait for his next move. You heard him taking a low raspy breath and wondered if that was normal.
„Thanks, kid. Your good deed for the day has been fulfilled"
Suddenly, everything went fast. The man collapsed onto your back and threw you on the ground with him.
With an oof, you rubbed your forehead and looked back and saw the man out cold and breathing heavily.
That sight got your adrenalin pumping. „Shit man. What's going on!? Wake up!"
Shaking his shoulder does nothing, he stays unresponsive. You scrambled to your feet and quickly assessed the situation. A big, heavy man suddenly collapsed and is not moving. Hospital.
„Shit, y...yeah. I need to call the ambulance."
Patting yourself down in search of your phone and found it in your pants pocket. As you were about to unlock it, a bloody hand grabbed your wrist and you could feel your color disappear from your face. „No....No hospital." coughed the mysterious man
„But sir, you're bleeding! You definet...." „NO!! No!...Just no hospital...."
He doesn't want to the hospital and you can't let him bleed out, so the correct answer would be.
Your apartment.
You never thought that the day would end like this. With a man on your couch. Well, a bleeding man on your couch, as if that's better.
And you, a sweating, nervous mess of a being, scrambling through your first aid kit in search of whatever injury he has.
„Fuck it, I take it all."
You laid everything on the ground next to him and overlooked his body. A lot of blood seems to come from the stomach area.
With gentle hands, you tried to put his hands that covered his wounds out of the way, as he recoiled. „ H..hey. What are you doing?" he groaned.
„I'm trying to save you since you don't want a damn hospital. Now lay still."
With his hands out of the way, you peeled off his T-shirt from the offending wound.
A big stab wound on his right side.
„Don't stare at it, kid."
„Sorry." you mumbled. You put on gloves and put all the first aid items you think are needed right now right next to you. The man could see your puzzled and worried face and let out a sigh. “ Snap outta it. I'll help you, ´s not my first time.”
And so he did and you're really relieved, but at the same time concerned. How often did he get stabbed? He guided you step by step on how to treat and dress a stab wound and once youre done, you observed your handiwork and can't help and feel a bit proud.
„You're really sure, you don't want a hospital?" you ask the man. „Nah kid.....thanks though." You heard him rumble. With the urgent Problem gone, you can relax now. You put away the remaining medicine and supplies, threw away the accumulated trash and washed your hands again.
You were contemplating if you should cook something because he might be hungry. But then you realized that you never got to go shopping in the first place.
When you got back in the living room you immediately heard soft snores coming from the couch. He fell asleep. You couldn't help but look at him now that things have calmed down. He kinda resembles someone, but you couldn't put a finger on it. “Kinda handsome,” you whispered. Suddenly your stomach grumbled and now you know what to do next. Go shopping for you and your guest.
Now that you don't have to carry a grown man, the walk to and from the store was done in like 30 minutes.
Back in your apartment, you saw that he was awake and using the bathroom.
You hummed a little tune and went to put all the groceries and the snacks you wanted before on your counter and waited for your guest to come out.
You heard his shoes dragging on your floor coming closer and you asked him if he was hungry. "And shouldn't you keep lying down? You got stabbed I mean."
"You...don't have to do that, you know?” he rumbles. "What? Oh ...I'm sure you're gonna stay a little while so I kinda do have to.” you smiled back and looked at him. You noticed that he dismisses your question about his well being, and therefore you didn't bother him any further. He seems to know how to handle things. “My name is Y/N by the way.” After you introduced yourself, you saw his brain running fast. “Uuhh Im...” “Oh I know who you are, Frank. I don't forget a face like yours.” After hearing that Frank looked at you bewildered. “A face like me? Are you saying Im ugly, kid?” “No, I did not say that. And could you please stop with the nickname, please? Im a grown ass man please and thank you.” Somehow that made Frank laugh and immediately wince because of the wound.
“Sure, kid. I mean....Y/N.” He leaned on the counter,a bit further away from you and watched you fumble with pots, pans and ingredients. “You like spaghetti? I'm not a great cook, but I know how to cook a mean pasta.”
“Anythings sound good right know, but uhmm...are you not scared? Of me?”
You weren't scared because you always believed that he was a saint of some sort. Only killing the evil and saving the innocent. “No. If you were evil, we wouldn't have this nice conversation right now, now would we?” Frank grunted as an answer. Not sure if it was in agreement or else. “There is one thing I wanted to ask you. What were you doing in the grocery store being stabbed and all?”
For some reason, he started laughing again. “Business. Went bad, got stabbed. Ran through the back door of the store and so on.”
“Business hmm? Anyway, it doesnt concern me. Wanna help me make spaghettin though?” you tried to stir the conversation into something lighter. “Damn you're pretty bold.” Frank flashed a crooked smile and was already going around the kitchencounter “ Ooooh...did you just call me pretty?” The man scoffed at your remark, but still moved closer to you.
“Give me the tomatoes. Ill cut em.”
Frank was right: You can cook a pretty good pasta. He completely healed after one week, but Frank liked your company and you liked his, so he stayed longer. You guys talked a lot, about yourself, about him. He only told you what you need to know and youre okay with it. Trust takes time. He helps you with repairs in the apartment, picks you up from work, even cooks. You never question why he stayed for so long, because you liked it and you started to like him more and more.
And it didnt take long for him to return the feeling.
You love to think back at this encounter. Every other couple met somewhere cute. You saved him from a stab wound.
Loud noises ripped you out of your daydream. You tried to focus your tired eyes, blinking rapidly to unblur your vision. You saw one of your captors in front of you and one nervously running around and screaming, the sparse furniture in disarray and stacked up against the only entryway. Now you also heard the commotion outside.
„Could it be?"you whispered and smiled knowing what was about to come.
Before you could even think another thought, the door is suddenly banging as if someone tried to kick it down. With every loud bang the door is slowly pushing the furniture away more and more only to suddenly stop. For a few seconds it was quiet and the air was tense and thick and one was slowly creeping up to the door, only for a bullet rain to come crashing through. You screwed your eyes shut, as you felt a hot sharp pain blooming in your leg.
When the loud sound stopped, you looked again and the two quickly fell, riddled with holes. Seeing that filled you with happiness and you started quielty giggling.
„What's so funny now, kid?" asked a familiar raspy voice. You looked up into your boyfriend's face.
„You finally made it, Frank."
„I'm sorry it took so long, love," he whispered and stroked gently over one cheek. „I get you outta here." He undid your bounding and eased your arms into their natural position. When he attempted to lift you by your waist, you cried out in pain. “Wait, I think one of the guys hit me. My leg hurts really bad."
With a worried look Frank looked down and sighed in relief. „Thankfully it's just a graze wound. Looks like I get to patch you up now.” You giggled again.”I could really need that right now.”
With a slow and gentle kiss Frank picked you up bridal style, and carried you out of here.