◇ Type: AU / Heartbreak
◇ Published: October 9, 2017
◇ POV: Third Person (they, them)
◇ Warning: Crime
◇ Word Count: 1308
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She sat on the cold metal chair, cuffs trapping her wrists to the metal table with chains. Ropes were tied on her ankles with the chair legs to prevent herself from kicking. The single lightbulb over the table illuminated the big room and the only person besides her was him.

He sat across from (y/n), resting his back on the chair and right arm with the familiar watch resting on the table.

She was looking at her cuffed wrists, unable to bring her eyes to the dark brown ones she knew. A low growl then came from (y/n)'s stomach. It ached a little because she hasn't eaten for what seemed like 14 hours already.

"Let me go." She said quietly, not bringing her face to look at his. "I can't do that." Tom chuckled darkly while lifting his hand up a little. (Y/n) rolled her eyes and sighed.

"Then give me something to eat." (Y/n) then asked as she felt her stomach force another growl. "Since when did you get so bossy?" Tom sassed. (Y/n) didn't say anything, expecting that she won't be getting food anyways.

But she was wrong. Tom motioned his fingers to the door behind him as if he was commanding something, someone, to come through. In the next minute, another guy came into the room. He was holding a white plate with a single roll of bread.

(Y/n) looked up at the man as he placed the plate in front of her. (Y/n)'s face grew a stunned expression when he saw another familiar face.

"Harrison??"

The man, or Harrison, didn't bat an eye or even flinch at his name. He just put the plate down, looked down at (y/n) longingly, then went back out the doors.

Once he did, (y/n) couldn't help but take a piece of bread and stuff it in her mouth. She did this a couple times as Tom patiently waited for her to finish.

"What's going on, Tom." (Y/n) finally asked after eating two-thirds of the bread roll. Tom's eyebrows quirked as he looked at (y/n). When she looked back, she felt her heart pound.

"Why are you here? Why is Haz here? Why are you guys holding me captive?!" (Y/n)'s voice grew with concern as she went on. Tom remained calm and it was... ominous. It's like he chose this life he's living right now.

"What happened, Tom?" She said his name again with sadness, which hit Tom's heart a little. "What happened to the fun, charismatic, loving guy I used to know?! I'd never imagine you to become something like this." (Y/n) almost felt tears again from being scared and very questionable. She needed answers.

Tom only looked at (y/n) quietly, which eventually made stop her tears from falling. He tilted his head to the other side from which it was leaning and breathed in.

"Things change, (y/n). I'm doing this for my boss." Tom moved from his lazy sitting position into two elbows on the table and front closer to (y/n). "This job coincidentally involved you." He shrugged nonchalantly.

(Y/n) looked and felt insulted. She thought about everything she's done to give her a reason as to why she's cuffed to a silver metal table.

"It's like you don't remember who we were. It's like you've been brained washed into doing these types of things like kidnapping me. I know the real Tom wouldn't do such a thing." (Y/n) kept her hard eyes on Tom, who seemed to be unfazed.

"You still wear that watch I gave you when we were together. You don't miss me?!" (Y/n) started to feel a little narcissistic. She didn't mean to be, but she was getting angry about the whole situation.

Tom just smirked. He just lifted the corner of his mouth to (y/n) as she felt her heart drop. All of a sudden, Tom stood up from his chair, the legs making screeching sounds against the floor as it was pushed roughly. (Y/n) didn't know what was coming next as Tom approached her side. He then took his hand and cupped under (y/n)'s chin, but his fingers pressing against her cheeks to get a firmer grip on her face.

"I was never brain washed, (y/n). And I remember everything. I remember all of the "I love you"s, the "I miss you"s, and all of that bullshit." Tom whispered harshly as he face grew nearer to (y/n)'s.

"S-so what happened to t-them?" (Y/n) stutters as Tom's fingers held her face tightly. She looked into his eyes and they looked dark.

"Tommy!!"

(Y/n) hears another voice, but it sounded like it came from a female. It was coming from the door, but neither did (y/n) nor Tom turn their attention to it. Instead, it opens; Tom let's go of (y/n).

(Y/n) saw the woman enter the room. She looked nothing like (y/n). Everything about her was the opposite of how (y/n) looked like. Her hair was the opposite color, her eyes were completely different, and in general, her facial structure was not like (y/n)'s. She watched as the woman slowly made her way next to Tom, a gun mindlessly being twirled in her hand.

Her loud heels sounded their way with each agonizing step. She was looking at (y/n) as if there was something suspicious of her.

"Hello darling." Tom wraps an arm around the woman's waist, leaving a chaste kiss on her jaw. (Y/n) watched in jealously and awkwardness. "Who's the bitch in the chair?" The woman asks.

"No one." Tom answers while shaking his head. (Y/n), again, felt insulted. "I'd beg to differ, Tommy. You know, Boss-Man doesn't like captives knowing who we are?" The woman twirls the gun by the hole of the trigger again.

Tom sighs as he and the woman look at you like you're a little kid. "You're right. Why don't you finish the job for me, love?" Tom looks at the woman with a cheeky grin.

(Y/n)'s eyes widen as she knows what's about to happen next. The woman raised her gun at (y/n)'s head, clocking it. Now all she had to do was pull the trigger.

"Are you sure, baby? You don't love her like you love me, right?" The woman coos in Tom's neck as they're practically holding each other.

"I will never love anyone else but you." Tom says in the woman's neck before attaching his lips onto her skin.

Now, (y/n) felt it. Seeing the barrel of the gun pointed at her, she felt heartbreak and confusion and so much anger and hatred that all she could do was let a single tear slip.

"Aw, don't cry, baby cakes. This won't hurt... because you won't feel anything after." A smirk made its way to the woman's lips.

(Y/n) looked at the woman and the gun.

She looked at Tom one last time before closing her eyes and waiting for the end.

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◇ Author's Note ◇
The second part of Kidnapped!! Yes, (y/n) gets shot and dies at the end, if that wasn't made clear. A couple of people wanted me to write a second part so I did!! Sorry if it made you feel like you just got your chest punched, but I guess that's what I was going for? I want to bring out emotions of my readers just to know if my writing actually have impact. Anyways, if you guys liked it, leave a vote :)