I sat on the bleachers, with both Ely's legs on either sides of me and his hands hugging me around my neck loosely. I leaned against his left leg as I absentmindedly played with his fingers. He wore a simple ring on his middle finger, which I just spin slowly when I'm bored. A group of us were sitting outside on the bleachers by the football field. They were mostly Ely's friends who were out here -- the sort of cool popular type people. My friends were non-existent, but if they did exist, I'm certain they wouldn't be part of this crew. I did actually have one friend at one point in time, but he's a part of that 'never ever mention' category of my and Ely's relationship.

But these guys are friendly towards me, so I'm good with that. Half the time I'm just staring at Ely as he speak, but the other half, I engage in some pretty deep conversations with these guys. Right now, however, I don't want to talk about anything. I just want to play with my boyfriend's ring. I guess I still feel sort of weird after I basically freaked myself out.

I was sure I heard something downstairs - but when I got there, everything was the way we left it. I am convinced I'm going crazy. It's not just that I heard something (everyone hears things), but last night it felt so real. It felt as though someone was in the kitchen with me, but there was no one there and it makes me feel like I'm crazy. I hate feeling crazy.

Ely rose my head upside-down and he placed his lips on mine. He licked my lip and I opened my mouth for his tongue to slide in. When we pulled apart, I realized that we were alone. Some of his friends had left and others turned to have separate conversations. I turned around and looked at him. I went to pull his head back to mine, but he resisted. I pouted.

"What's wrong, babe?"

"Nothing. I'm fine."

"Yeah, I don't believe that. What happened last night?"

"Trust me, Ely, nothing happened. I promise I'm fine," I muttered. I paused for a moment then thought. I glanced up at him, "Maybe we could ditch the rest of the day... you can finally get to see my new room..."

"God, Sebastian, you got me worried for nothing." I smirked and leaned up to kiss him again. Ely held my head so I won't pull away, but I wasn't planning on it. I turned my body around and stood up. I climbed on top of his lap while my hands tugged on his soft hair. I pulled away and smiled at him. I got off of him and stood up, while still holding his hand. Ely stood up with me and followed me down the bleachers. I heard him telling his friends something, but I really didn't care. I just wanted to get out of school. 

It's stupid going back home to where my paranoia started, but I actually really like my room and I want to show it to Ely. Plus he'll be there. So if I hear anything, I won't be hearing it alone. We went to my car and Ely took the driver's seat, as usual. I relaxed comfortably in the passenger seat. We arrived in my neighborhood and I was surprised that there was no one outside, and also very relieved. I didn't even see Mrs. Bradley's nosy head sticking through her curtains to see us over here. But even so, I exited the car quickly and rushed inside. 

I tugged at his hands and rushed past the kitchen and living room, up the stairs, down the hall and up the other short flight of stairs. Before Ely could say anything at all, my mouth was on his. He held me by my waist and began to walk backwards. We stood in the middle of the room, sharing a passionate kiss while pulling each other's clothes off. Ely began to unbuckle my jeans as he leaned down to kiss my neck, and slowly began to move downward.

The sound of a metal pot falling to the tiled floor manifesting throughout the house, had me instantly shoving Ely away and stepping backwards. The fear slide down my spine like a cold ice cube and I wanted to disappear. "S-Some-Someone's in the house.." I forced out. Ely took a slow step towards me and brought me into his arms.

"It's okay, Sebastian. I'll go-"

"No!" I instantly protest. Ely tugged on his top and I decided to do the same, along with buttoning my jeans.

"Babe, it'll be fine. Just stay here." He stepped away slowly and his hand slipped out of mine. I sucked in a breath fearfully and took a step backwards. There was nowhere to hide in this room. Everything was out in the open. I stood in the center of the room, nibbling on my fingernails and praying that nothing happens to Ely. God, I knew I wasn't crazy.

I heard someone coming up the stairs and I rushed to see if it was Ely. The moment I reached the stairs, there was a gun pointed straight to my face and I was too scared to even look behind the gun. My heart palpitated in my chest as I stepped back cautiously. "Get your boyfriend out, now." He demanded.

"What?"

"Get him the fuck out or I'll fucking kill him," he sternly said. 

"Babe, there's no one there!" I heard Ely shout, his voice nearing the scene.

"If you tell him anything, I'll kill you and him." I bit my bottom lip softly and nodded my head obediently. He back up and slid into the closet just as Ely came back up the stairs. He took in my scared expression and instantly came to me. I shook my head and pushed him off. "Y-you have to go.."

"What? Sebastian, are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded my head stiffly, "I-I'm okay. I'm fine." I felt a bead of sweat run down my back as I tried my hardest not to look in the direction of the closet. I stared to Ely and my eyes screamed for help. But what could he have done? Anything he could do would get him killed. And I can't do anything either. I just have to listen to him.

"Babe, stop lying-"

"Ely, you have to go, okay. I'm fine, just go."

"Seb-"

"Ely just leave!" I snapped. He took a step back and stared at me with confusion in his eyes and I immediately wanted to apologize, but I couldn't. I needed him to leave. I can't risk him getting hurt - I wouldn't be able to live with myself if something happened to Ely. But even after that, he didn't leave. "Sebastian, you can talk to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing, Ely, please just trust me. Nothing is going on, I just need uh some time.. please Ely can you just leave?" I took a step closer to him and kissed his cheek softly, "I love you, okay."

"What?"

"I love you and I'm sorry, but you have to leave, right now." Ely sighed softly and nodded his head, "Fine. I'm leaving, but I'll call you later."

I nodded, keeping back the tears that threaten to spill. I kissed him again then stepped back and allowed him to leave me. He turned and went down stairs. The guy waited a minute before he left his hiding place and moved to the window, to make sure Ely was gone for sure. He turned back to me and I stepped back frightfully.

"Wow, he seems like he really cares..." he stated heartlessly. I bit my bottom lip and took another step back. He came to me and pressed the gun to my temple. I squeezed my eyes shut to stop them from watering. "You're going to help me," he instructed.

"H-How?" I dared to ask. I blinked my eyes a couple of times and finally stared into his olive green eyes. I stared at him for a moment, in those light shade of green eyes, and I wondered how did he become like this? How did he become such a monster? He had jet black hair, like Ely, and it was covered half-way by a black beanie. His face held youth. He didn't look like the stereotypical killer. 

"I need a driver."

"I-I can't-"

"I wasn't fucking asking! If you don't help me I'll kill your whole fucking family."

I nodded my head dumbly, "Okay.. okay, I'll help you.. just don't hurt them."

"You have a car, don't you?" 

"Y-yeah.. Yeah, I have a car."

"Good. Let's go," he said then shoved my head with the gun. 

"Now? What about my dads? I can't just-"

"Move!" he shouted, "I don't give a shit about your dads!" He shoved my head again with the gun and I immediately turned around and began to walk out. He held my arm and kept the gun aimed at me until we were downstairs. I prayed long and hard for one of my dads to walk through the door or for Mrs. Bradley to come over for something irrelevant, but end up saving my life. When we exited the house, he stuck close by me and I could feel the gun sticking in my back. 

I stared around the neighborhood for anyone at all I could call out too, but there was no one at all. There is never a day when the people of my neighborhood are not peering over here, what the hell happened today? He chucked me into the car after opening the door for me, then shoved the door closed. I stared at him as he jogged around the car to get to the passenger seat.

"Drive," he instructed immediately. He took out a black pouch and shoved it in the glove compartment of the car. I was too scared to even begin to fathom what that could possibly be. I only wanted out - I didn't care about anything but that.

"Where?"

"Just fucking drive!" His voice seemed so loud and boisterous, but his face held a different story. I kept glancing across at him to make sure my mind wasn't playing tricks on me. How could he look so innocent and be so devious? I began to drive out of my neighborhood and continued to drive until we were at a highway. I looked across at him, but he said nothing. He only stared out the window.

The gun was planted firmly in his hands, as if he was never lost focus, although his eyes were outside the vehicle. I stared down at the gun in his hands. I would like to grab it from him and maybe threaten him -- but I know that would go horribly awry. For one, I'd probably steer the car off the road, two, his grip was way too tight on the gun, and three, after I'd failed, he would have killed me for even trying in the first place. Another thought to crash the car and escape came into my mind, but my pessimistic thoughts shut it down completely. I felt like the only way to actually live is to do what he says. I glanced across at him again.

"Keep your eyes on the fucking road. If you crash the car, I'll kill you and your family," he sneered, glaring at me with those green, seemingly harmless eyes of his. I instantly nodded my head and kept my eyes on the road.

"Where are we going?" I asked, surprising myself that I didn't stutter. 

"That's none of your business, all you have to do is drive the fucking car and shut your goddamn mouth," he replied. Once again, I looked over at him, finding an irritated scowl printed on his face. I bit my bottom lip and gripped the steering wheel tighter. I wanted to crash the car. I wanted a way out of this situation. I wanted to call Ely, or my dads or someone. I wanted help. 

It took everything in me to not look over at him to see what he was doing. Why was he so silent? What was he thinking about? Was he going to kill me after this? Is he going to let me go? I highly doubt he would. Why do all this then let the person go? It would make no sense, which means he's going to kill me whether I obey him or not. So I could crash the car and I'd die, I could take him where he wants to go, and I'd still die. There is no way out of this for me.

"You're going to kill me, aren't you?" I asked him softly. I looked across at him but his eyes remained outside. I bit my bottom lip. His silence was obviously code for 'yes, he is going to kill me'. I stared blankly at the road ahead, trying to accept fate. We drove and drove and pretty soon we were out of Colorado. He didn't instruct me further as to where to go, but I knew he expected me to continue to drive and so I did. I got restless pretty quickly and the need to stop driving slowly came upon me, but fear was already there, so I never stopped. I was too afraid of what might happen if I do.

The night crept unto us and we were still driving in silence. However, the sound of my phone ringing broke it and I was slightly startled. I went to stop the car so I could answer the phone, but he instantly pressed the gun to my temple, "Don't stop the car."

"Okay, okay. Can I get the phone?"

"Don't be fucking stupid. Give me." He put out his hand for my phone. I slowly retrieved it from my pocket and placed it in his hand. He sucked his teeth then lowered the gun. He stared down at the phone and I tried to get a glimpse, but was to no avail. "They're really fucking persistent."

"Can I please just talk to them? They'll be worried-"

"Shut the fuck up and drive!" he demanded. I winced at how loud his voice got, but nodded my head obediently. I blinked across to see him lowering the window and easily dropping the phone out. There is no doubt that it would be smashed by every single car that passes on this highway. 

"What were you going to tell them, huh? That you were here, with me?" he asked. I waited a moment before speaking, "I just needed for them not to worry. I needed them to know I'm still alive."

"Fuck that. They aren't even your real parents," he coldly replied. I'll admit, that hurt, considering I'm gay and I'd want to have a family some day and I'd hate if someone was telling my child that we weren't actually a family. My dads and I are as real as every other family and I know that -- his words don't make me believe we're a family or love my dads any less. But it sucks that he thinks like that.

I was silent for the rest of the journey.

I didn't even know where we were. I was too restless to actually take in any of my surroundings. I wanted this all to be over with and I didn't care where we were going. He stopped me from driving when we arrived at a lonely Grocery-Store. It was small and everything about it seemed creepy. There was no one in the large parking area, except for a single black car near a tall light pole. I parked close to the entrance of the small grocery then looked across at him.

"Get out of the car, and stay put. If you run, I'll shoot you."

I nodded obediently. I didn't plan on running. I knew if I ran I'd die. I knew he'd shoot me. It's obvious. We exited the car at the same time, but he actually seemed to move faster than me. He stuffed the gun in the waistband of his pants, then grabbed me by my arm. He said, "Don't let me have to kill you, okay?" Once again, I nodded dumbly. We entered the Grocery and my eyes instantly began looking for someone who'd be legible to help me. When we entered, a fat man, with a rounded stomach stared right at us. His hair was blonde and he had his phone in his hand, but he kept his eyes on us. I kept my eyes on his, silently pleading for help, but I don't know if he even understood. His eyes held suspicion but I don't know if he was actually going to do something.

Without a word, he turned with me and walked toward the back of the grocery, where there was an entire wall of fridges. He shoved me along roughly. I winced in pain as his nails dug into my arm. I tried to remove his grip from around me, because I was certain there would be marks.  I looked around for anything I could use a weapon against him, but instead I spotted a mirror. The mirror was above us and I could spot the blonde guy in the reflection, and I hoped he could have seen me too. I hoped he could have seen what was going. I hoped he could have seen that I wasn't doing this willingly.

I glanced up quickly and stared at his reflection, willing him to stare back at me, while my captor was scanning products in the fridge. I stared and stared at the man until he finally did stare back at me. I couldn't really do anything but stare, begging him with my eyes to help me. I was certain there was fear in my eyes, absolute and complete horror, I can't imagine how this blonde guy couldn't see it.

Until finally, he stood up from his seat behind the cash register and began walking towards us. I let out a sigh of relief, and he seemed to hear me. He glanced up from the fridge and looked up to the mirror. When he realized the fat guy was missing, he cursed softly and stared down at me with only anger in his eyes. I was taken by surprise when he pulled me to him and pressed his lips on mine quickly. He turned us around so that I was pressed against the fridge door and his tight grip on my arm would be blocked. One hand went around my waist as his tongue swiped my bottom lip. The hand that was on my hand dug into my skin making me involuntarily open my mouth for his tongue to slide in. His hand around my waist grew tighter, but not in a very violent way, as he pulled me closer to him.

He continued to kiss me for what seemed like forever, then he pulled away and stared at me. He pecked my lips once more and flashed me a smile. He quickly turned around and picked up two random things from the fridge then walked me to the cashier. As we reached there, his hand slid down mine so that he was holding my hand instead of gripping my arm. The guy stared at us with a sheepish smile and I just wanted to roll my eyes. I can't believe he bought that shit. "And a pack of cigarettes," he said as he placed the items of the counter, along with his ID. I stretched my eye to find out at least his name and ended up finding out more than that. His name was Jaxon Mills, he was nineteen years old, and he lived in Colorado, like me, just about two streets away.

He continued to hold my hand as we walked out of the grocery. The moment we were out the doors, he began to grip my arm again and pushed me to walk faster to the car. When we got there, he practically shoved me in. "Don't you ever try something like that again," he growled when he entered the car.

"I didn't do anything."

"Don't fucking lie to me! I won't hesitate to kill you if you even begin to think about doing something like that."

"I-I'm sorry."

He ran his fingers through his hair, "Drive!" I nodded my head for the millionth time today and began to reverse the car. When we were on the road again, he began to smoke. I blinked across at him, watching as he inhaled and exhaled that toxic smoke. I looked away.

"P-Please don't smoke."

"Excuse me?"

"I'm allergic to cigarette smoke," I muttered softly, almost inaudibly. He stared across at me and I looked across to see his expression. He looked shocked and annoyed at the same time. I bit my bottom lip and stared straight ahead, even though I could feel his eyes on me. Eventually, the smell of the smoke became faint and I let out a sigh in relief. When I looked over at him, I noticed his head was practically outside the window and the smoke went backward, away from me.

"I can't drive any longer," I muttered to him after he was done smoking, and sitting silently in the car. 

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" he snapped, "You better-"

"I can fall asleep on the wheel and we can both die. We have to stop." I shocked myself with the amount of courage I used as I spoke. Jaxon even looked shocked. He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. I looked across at him, biting my bottom lip, but stared back at the road quickly.

"If we stop," he began, "And I'm caught, I'll kill you before they take me."

"Who's chasing you?" I asked carefully. Jaxon ignored me as he stared out the window. I glanced across at him for a split second. I chanted to myself that I should stop being so afraid. If he was going to kill me then so be it. I can't give off fear, because then he'd think he can control me using my fear, and I don't want that. 

I took in a deep breath and let out the air, channeling all the courage I had in my body. Frankly it felt like half an ounce, but I have to work with what I've got. I don't know what I planned to do, but I no longer wanted to feel like I was a slave of some kind.

"Where are we going?" I asked him. He blinked at me and I glanced at him, hopefully my courage was radiating off of me, or I'd just end up with a gun to my head, and he'll probably pull the trigger.