As Ash ran I regretted what I said. But it had to be said.

I called his name but it didn’t phase him and he didn’t stop.

I knew I would feel terrible about not going after him later. But I knew this is what he needed. I knew he would stick by me more than he would someone he met a few days ago.

(AN: time skip cause I’m lazy (literally just Kyle getting ready for bed))

When it got dark I started to get nervous, we had fought before but Ash had never been gone this long.

The first time Ash did this I went after him and found him on the roof of the local movie theater. I was never sure how he got up there but I stood underneath the outcropping of the roof for an hour calling his name before he came down.

But this time he didn’t come back. I figured he was just more upset than usual. So I went to bed.

*the next morning*

I woke up and realized what was wrong. Ash still wasn’t home.

He had been gone all night, he had never done this.

I was now super worried and really scared. I didn’t know where he was and he hadn’t called or texted.

I called him and it went straight to voicemail. I didn’t know what to do.

I had no other way of finding him. There was no family he could stay with, no friends other than me.

I was freaking out by now and didn’t know what to do.

(POV change. Ash)

I woke up knowing something was wrong. I couldn’t remember anything after I walked out on Kyle yesterday. I didn’t know where I was or what had happened.

I tried to rub the last bits of sleep from my eyes and heard chains clang.

I was in a large cell with my hands chained to the floor.

That’s when I realized that I had been taken. Taken from Kyle, from my life.

And it was all MY FAULT.