Heyyy loves!!! :) I have chappie 10 right here for you guys! Yippee!! So, this chapter is actually kinda sadder at the beginning..but then it gets better at the end haha. :3 The story shall become more happier in the following chapters(: Please don't hate me! I hope you all like this chapter;I worked hard as always.
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*Scarlet's POV*
When Keaton finally came back in, tears were threatening to pour from his deep blue eyes. His whole body was shaking, and he looked scared. What happened?
"Baby, what's wrong?" I asked worriedly, getting up from my seat on the stool and wrapping my arms around his waist and looking deeply into his orbs. "What happened?"
"He has Wes," he whispered, a stray tear running down his cheek. I wiped it away, before I saw Keaton's eyes roll to the back of his head. His legs collapsed, and he fell to the ground.
"Keaton!" I cried as he hit the ground with a quiet thump. Drew rushed to our side, automatically putting two fingers up to Keaton's neck, checking for a pulse. I carefully set Keaton's head in my lap, patting his hair out of his eyes.
Drew sighed in relief. "He has a pulse. I think he just passed out from being overwhelmed."
"Should we call an ambulance to be safe?" I asked, trying my hardest to calm down. He needed to be okay. If anything happened to him, I don't know how I'd live. There's just one question that I can't get out of my head..Who is 'he'?
Drew nodded, letting out a shaky breath. "Yeah, I'll call 911. You stay here with Keats." He walked out of the room, his cell phone already pressed up to his ear.
"Keaton, baby, please wake up..please," I whispered through tears that ran down my cheeks endlessly. I caressed his cheek as I waited for what seemed forever for the ambulance to come in. After a few minutes that seemed like hours, Drew walked in, followed by two paramedics with a stretcher and a bag.
"Don't leave me, Keats," I murmured shakily, pressing a quick kiss to his forehead before a medic pulled me away from him so that they could get him to the hospital. I pushed myself out of the strangers arms and went over to Drew, and cried into his chest.
"Sh, he's gunna be okay, Scarlet. I promise," he reassured me, rubbing my back soothingly. "Chill, Scar. Too much stress isn't good for the baby."
I sighed, letting out a small breath. "Yeah, I'm sorry. I'm just scared. I don't want anything to happen to him. Bad enough we don't know where Wes is."
The paramedics loaded Keaton onto the stretcher and brought him into the ambulance, and told us to meet them at the hospital. Drew agreed, and we loaded into his car, getting to the hospital as fast as possible. When we got there they brought Keaton into a room and made sure he was stable, while Drew and I waited in the waiting room. After a few minutes the doctor came out and said he would be okay, and that we could go see him.
Drew and I followed the doctor to his room, and walked in to see Keaton sleeping peacefully on the hospital bed. I smiled a tad, looking at his sleeping figure. I went and sat on the chair at his bedside, while Drew stood next to his bedside. My eyes wandered around the room, and I quickly seen Keaton's iphone laying on the table at his bedside. Out of curiosity, I grabbed it, and started looking through it. Drew didn't mind, and just watched me.
I was going through his previous calls, when I seen a number that looked familiar..too familiar. My curiosity got the best of me, and I found myself dialling the number. I put the phone up to my ear, and my heart skipped a beat when I heard that husky voice through the phone. "Hello, baby Keats. Have you changed your mind?"
Jared.
Why the hell did Keaton have his number? How did he know him?
"Jared," I whispered, my eyes wide with shock. He laughed evilly from the other line. Chills sped down my skin.
"Scarlet, babe, I miss you! When are you going to come say hi to me?"
"Never. Why do you have Keaton's number?" I asked coldly and quietly, not wanting Drew to hear and get into our business. I turned around then, and realised he left the room. He must've went to the cafeteria to get something to eat. Figured.
"Eh, I found it."
"What do you want with us?"
"You. I want you back."
I almost stopped breathing at his words. He wants me back? No no no. I'm not going back with him. Not in a million years. "No. I'm not going back to you, ever again. You pushed me out of your life, it's your fault. I'm happy with Keaton. Just leave us alone."
"Okay, whatever you say, darlin'. I guess you'll never see Wesley again then."
No.
I should've known.
Jared took Wes.
He kidnapped Wesley.
Just to get to me.
"What did you do to him?" I squeaked, tears filling in my eyes as they threatened to spill.
Wes is like a brother to me, along with Drew. If anything happens to him, I..I can't let Jared hurt him..he can't.
"Oh, nothing, Scar. We've just been having a little fun," he said, and I could just see the smirk on his face.
"I want to talk to him, Jared," I said quietly, not gunna take no for an answer.
"Sorry, no-can-do."
"Please Jared, I'm begging you. I need to know he's okay," I pleaded, wiping my wet cheeks.
He sighed, and I knew he was gunna give in. "Fine. Here he is."
After a moment, a familiar, dry and worn out voice filled my ears, breaking my heart instantly. "Scarlet?"
I let out a huge sigh of relief. "Wes, thank god you're okay. Did he hurt you?"
He sighed harshly;it sounded like it hurt him to do so. "Nah, I'm okay Baby Scar. Don't worry about me." I could tell he was lying. He was hurting, and bad. He can't hide it from me.
"Don't lie to me, Wes. Please," I whispered, and sniffled.
"It's nothing I can't handle. Just take care of Keats and Drew for me, okay?" No. Was he saying his goodbyes? He better not be. He's going to get out of there, whether he likes it or not.
"Shut up, you're gunna get out of there, Wesley. We're gunna get you out," I said, forcing a small laugh.
He chuckled roughly. "Yes, ma'am. Love you, baby Scar."
"Baby Scar?" I asked, raising an eyebrow, forgetting he couldn't see me.
He laughed, then let in a sharp breath. "Owch. Yeah, that's my new nickname for you. You like it, aye?"
I giggled quietly. "Yep, I love it. Hang in there, Wes. I love you."
"Love you too," he sighed, just before the line went dead.
I felt Keaton's hand squeeze mine gently, and I snapped my head up to his face. He was giving me a sad smile. He probably heard the whole conversation, I'm guessing.
I sighed, wiping away the rest of the tears from my cheeks, before I set his phone back on the table. "You heard?"
Keaton nodded slowly, and a sigh escaped his lips. "I'm so sorry, baby."
My face filled with confusion. "What? Why are you sorry, Keats? You didn't do anything wrong."
"I should've told you that Jared found my number and was threatening me right after I found out. It's all my fault that Wes is with him right now," he whispered, a tear rolling down his cheek. I wiped it away, and pressed a quick kiss to his lips.
"No it's not. I'm sorry that I went through your phone," I apologized, giving his hand a gentle squeeze in mine. "We'll get him back. We can tell the cops about what Jared did, and we'll get Wes back and Jared will be locked up."
He sighed, and nodded. "Okay. Don't get yourself too stressed though, babe. It's not good for the baby."
I giggled at his cuteness. "I know, Keats. I'll be fine. Our baby will be fine."
He suddenly smiled a toothy grin, and I looked at him, confused. What's with that face? One second he's sad, the next he's happy. Was it something I said?
"Uh, baby, are you okay?" I asked confused, a small grin on my face.
He chuckled. "Perfect. Scar, you do know that you said 'our baby', right?"
Oh. My cheeks flushed a deep crimson, and I sheepishly looked down at our hands. Wow. I can't believe I said that. "Oh uh, that's not what I meant."
He slowly sat up in the bed and leaned in closer to me, and cupped my face in his hands and pressed his lips to mine. "It's okay. I like it."
I laughed. "Of course you do. Hey, should we call the cops now?"
He nodded. "Yeah, I think that'd be best. Do you know where Jared and Wes might be?"
I nodded. "Yeah, I think so." I sighed. "I just don't want the cops to bombard me with a ton of questions and stuff, you know what I mean? That's only gunna stress me out even more.."
"Hey, it's gunna be okay. I'll be there with you through all of it, okay? I'm not going anywhere," Keaton murmured with a slight smile.
"Okay," I sighed, pulling my cell out of my pocket and dialling the police. It rang a few times, until someone picked up.
"I have an emergency. My brother has been kidnapped by my ex boyfriend, and he's been being beaten by him too. You need to help him before he kills him," I said shakily, trying to remain calm, even though it took all my strength to do so. They need to save him. They need to save Wes before it's too late.
"Okay, calm down ma'am. The police are on it. Do you have an idea in mind where they might be?"
"Yeah, uh I'm pretty sure they're at 3008 39th street in Keely, California. It's about an hour away from here," I replied.
"Okay, the police are on their way. We'll keep you updated on it."
I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you."
The line went dead, and I turned my attention back to Keaton. He gave me a small smile before wrapping his arms around me and pulling me close to him. I leant my head against his shoulder while he rested his chin on my shoulder. "I'm proud of you," he whispered, and I smiled.
"Me too," I replied, snuggling in deeper into Keaton's chest. "And I'm glad you're okay. You scared the shit out of me."
He chuckled, and grinned at me. "I'm sorry, babe. I didn't mean to pass out on you."
It was my turn to laugh. "It's okay, Keats."
We sat there for awhile, just enjoying each others company and hoping that Wesley would soon be back in our arms.
I just hope Jared took them where I think he did. Otherwise, I have no clue where they could be.
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