AN: Guess who made a new story? ;) Well, this is my first try at an angsty type story, woo! Also, Carlos has kinda been on my mind alot lately (I stay for Logan, I swear!), so I made it mostly in his point of view. I'm not sure if I'm going to continue Dreams of You. I feel like it's stupid and that I rushed it too much. Idk, it's up to you guys. If you want me to keep writing it, I will; same with this story. Once again, I was too lazy to proofread, and I'm actually about to work on the second chapter now. Yeah, I know, shocking right? Alycia actually attempting to get two chapters in in one day? Well, I'm on a roll with this story. It just popped into my mind, and now I've got everything laid out for it. Okay, time for me to stop talking. But first, I dedicate this chapter to Stephanie for telling me how skilled my writing it (when you praise me in the morning on the way to school, it makes my day 10x better, thanks Steph!), and for Alexis, since she's my bestfriend, and I know how much she loves Carlos. ;) So without further ado, here is my new story. Please enjoy (and maybe rate/review.3)
Carlos Garcia sat in the living room of his best friend Kendall Knight's house, next to his other best friend, Logan Mitchell. Across from him was his third best friend, James Diamond, whom refused to acknowledge any of the other guys, for he was too busy texting his "girlfriend", or as Carlos liked to refer to it, his new piece of ass for the week.
"So, basically, what you're saying is that you're an idiot?" Logan said, glaring at Kendall from across the room. It was always like this. He and Kendall would always argue about something stupid, then end up laughing about it and go back to being all buddy-buddy again. Carlos sighed and looked over at Logan, who was still glaring at Kendall. He knew why the two argued; he was pretty sure they were just hiding their feelings for eachother. But what nobody knew, was that Carlos was hiding feelings himself for the raven haired beauty that was sitting next to him.
"Just drop it." Kendall said, rolling his eyes and changing the channel on the television. Carlos sighed again, not sure about what he wanted to do. He was definitely bored, but he didn't know what exactly he wanted to do.
"Can we go do something?" He whined, sitting up.
"Like what?" James said, finally putting his phone down.
"I don't know," He answered, looking around the room, as if it would give him an idea. Suddenly, he saw something out of the corner of his eye. It was a colorful ad for a new roller skating place that had just opened up a few blocks away. He got up and grabbed the paper, walking back over to his friends. Roller skating really wasn't his thing, but it was close to hockey, which was his prime and favorite sport.
"How about this?" He said, holding the ad up for all of his friends to see.
"Carlos, it's one in the morning," Logan said, shaking his head.
"But it's open late! See?" He said, thrusting the paper into Logan's face in an attempt for him to see it better. "It's like a night club!" He exclaimed excitedly, wanting to go to the place more and more as he spoke about it.
"Which makes it all the more ridiculous," Logan scoffed, shoving the paper away.
"Come on guys," Carlos pleaded, pouting. "Pleeease?" He widened his brown eyes to give his signature puppy dog look, and stared at each of the boys until, one by one, they finally agreed.
"Yay!" He said, jumping up and grabbing a blue and black striped sweatshirt. He waited for the rest of the guys to finish putting on their jackets, and then they left, out into the dark night.
"I can't believe you didn't bother writing down the address for this place!" Logan said, a frightened look on his face. They had made it a few blocks away before realizing they didn't know where the place was at, and of course, Carlos was Carlos, so he wouldn't remember either.
"Relax," Kendall said, putting his hand on Logan's shoulder. "I have a GPS app on my phone. It should help get us there." He pulled out his iPhone, clicking a few buttons, when suddenly, it flashed and went black. "Shit!" He said, pushing the power button once more. The screen flashed a dead battery icon, then went blank once more. "Does anyone else have their phone?" He pointedly looked at James, thinking that he would, since it had been attached to his arm most of the night before they left. James shook his head, looking around at the surrounding. He had to say, it was quite a creepy looking street. There was a lone fence surrounding an abandoned area where a train used to run, and on the other side, nothing but buildings with silly slogans and names sloppily written in spray paint.
"Kendall," Logan whispered, stepping close to Kendall. Carlos could tell by his voice that his friend was close to tears. They were only sixteen, after all, and he knew Logan was the one to worry the most in the group.
"Guys, I'm sorry for getting us lost," Carlos said, tugging at the straps of his helmet. "But can we please just forget that for a moment and just get the hell out of here?"
"I like that idea," James said, as Kendall and Logan nodded. They turned around and started walking the same way they came from, when they heard the noise of snapping branches behind them.
"Guys," Logan whispered, starting to shake. He grabbed Kendall's hand unintentionally, standing closer to the taller boy. He then also grabbed Carlos's hand, pulling the small boy toward him until they were all huddled together. They picked up their pace, keeping their hands locked as they tried not to trip over eachothers' feet. The noise behind them was still audible. Not as loud as before, but definitely still there.
"Should we turn around?" Carlos asked, fear evident in his voice.
"No." Logan whispers harshly. "Did you ever watch those horror movies? As soon as the victim turns around, BOOM, the killer attacks."
"But-" Carlos says, becoming even more nervous.
"Logan's right." Kendall interrupts, silencing Carlos. "Now let's just keep walking. In fact, let's pick up the pace a little more. I can still kind of hear it…" They begin to start walking a bit faster. Carlos knows something isn't right here. He knows he made a mistake by asking his friends to go out this late. He should've just listened to Logan. Logan was the smart one. He was always right. Carlos's mind was working hard when he heard the noises behind him again. A car door closed, obviously trying to be quiet. He looked at the stretch of road that was in front of him, tensing up. It was secluded; absolutely nobody was driving down this road. Come to think of it, he hadn't seen a car pass since they started their trek down this way. He forced himself not to turn around as he thought of all the possibilities of what could happen in the time it would take them to back onto a regular road. If anyone were to do anything here, there would be nobody to witness. Boy, had the person picked out a perfect night and a perfect place. That's when it hit him. There was no roller skating place. It was all just a scam. Obviously, someone had made it all up to get people to come down this way, down this empty, terrifying street.
"Guys," Carlos whispers, gripping Logan's hand tighter as a tear falls down his cheek. "If anything happens, I love you guys."
"Wait, Carlos, why are you saying that?" Logan whispers, turning to him. "What makes you think-"
"Shhh!" Kendall says, trying to be as quiet as he can. Carlos looks at Kendall confusedly, wondering why his friend was telling them to stop. They were whispering, after all. But as soon as he looked into his friend's emerald eyes, he saw the fear that was so obviously shining through them.
"Ken-" His throat closes up and his body starts shaking as he hears the noise behind him. The crunching of the leaves quickening as someone was obviously running. Not only running behind them, but running towards them.
"Run!" Kendall yells, making sure to keep his hands locked with his friends as they quickly begin sprinting down the street.
"Logan," Carlos pants, feeling his friend's hand slipping. He was obviously growing out of breath. They all knew Logan was the least athletic. In fact, he wasn't athletic at all. He knew it would only be a few seconds before Logan would have to stop running to catch his breath. He couldn't let that happen. "Just keep trying, please," Carlos huffed, trying to keep his legs moving. He knew they were slowing down. They couldn't run any faster. "Don't let go of my hand Logan!" Carlos yelled, feeling his hand slip from his friend's. Logan tripped over his feet, falling on the ground. The rest of the guys tumbled over him, falling to the ground with him. They quickly pulled eachother up, looking around at eachother before beginning to run again. But it was no use; they were weaker now. They had run out of steam. It was only a matter of time before the person would catch up to them. Carlos grabbed Logan's hand one more time, looking into his friend's eyes. Images from his entire life flashed through his mind; meeting his best friends in kindergarten, his father giving him his first corndog, him getting his first helmet for Christmas when he was seven; everything. He felt a tear slide down his cheek, knowing his father would miss him. A yell brought him out of his thoughts as him arm was tugged and Logan fell down to the ground.
"Logan!" He yelled, bending down to help his friend, when a strong blow was sent to the back of his head, making him unconscious, and sending him into darkness.
Carlos groaned as he opened up his eyes in a dimly lit room. His head was pounding harshly, and it felt sticky and warm, as if there was blood there. His body was freezing, as if he had slept with a window open all night. He blinked his eyes a few before fully opening them, expecting to see the warm and welcoming surroundings of his room at home. But instead, infront of his eyes was a building that looked like an abandoned warehouse. There were no windows, just a lone door in the corner. Two prison-like looking cots were on the other side of the room, whereas he was sitting on the floor, which probably explained why he was so cold. He looked down at himself, realizing that he had been stripped down to only his boxers. He looked over to his friends, whom appeared to still be sleeping. Or maybe they were still unconscious. He wasn't sure at all. The building was far too under-lit to see anything that was going on. By what he could see, it seemed like his friend's clothes were missing too. He was about to move his arms to shake them awake, but his eyes widened when he realized his hands were tied around his hands with thick, painful rope.
"Oh my god," He whispered, tears gathering in his eyes. What had he done to deserve this? What had his friends done to deserve this? He hated that he was the one that put them in this position. If only he hadn't been so naïve. Then maybe they would still be at home, sleeping in their warm, cozy beds with the heat on high.
"Guys," He said loudly, trying to wake his friends up. "Guys." He said it a lot louder this time, practically yelling it, making his friends slightly jump, waking up.
"What's going on?" Kendall said, looking around, before looking down at himself. His eyes darkened with realization. "Shit. How does this even happen to us? Of course it happened to us. Shit. Shit, shit, shit." Carlos could tell he was panicking. But he couldn't blame him. He looked over at Logan, and his heart almost broke from the sight. He had his head on his knees, crying as he rocked back and forth. At that very moment, Carlos hated himself more than anything. He had brought this onto them. It was his entire fault.
"It's okay Logan," James said softly, trying to calm the sobbing boy down. "It's going to be okay." The sound of a key entering a lock sounded, and the boys looked up in alarm. Someone was entering the building. The sound stopped at the doorknob turned, as the door slowly opened. In walked three guys, ski masks covering their face, but their sinister smirks still showing through the mouth hole that was left in the masks.
"Well, well, well," One of the guys said. He was short and stubby, with a beer belly and a mustache. "Look who's awake." The taller guy with the balding hair next to him laughed, looking up at the man with the rotting, yellow teeth on the other side of him. Logan whimpered softly, and Carlos tried his best to scoot over closer to him.
"Don't be scared now," beer belly said, walking over to them. He bent down and ran his hand over Logan's cheek, earning another whimper.
"Don't touch him," Kendall snapped, his eyes dark with hatred.
"Well," beer belly walked over and stood in front of Kendall, looking down at him. "We have a fighter here, now don't we?"
"I just don't appreciate you and your grime covered, disgusting partners in crime kidnapping us. Or touching my best friend."
"Oh really now?" He bent down, breathing in Kendall's face. "What're ya gonna do about it, eyebrows?" Kendall had it then. He spit in the man's face, getting it right into his eye. The man wiped his face off, then grabbed Kendall's hair, pulling his head back with it. He then punched him in the throat, causing Kendall to fall over sideways, gasping for air.
"Kendall!" Logan yelled, his eyes wide with worry. The man kicked Kendall in the stomach before walking away from him, over to James.
"What're ya so quiet for, pretty boy?" He ran his hair down James's hair, all the way down to his chest. James was shaking like he was in an earthquake, and the man smirked before removing his hand off of him.
"W-what do you want us for?" Carlos stuttered, his voice sounded pathetically small.
"Well, lil one," The man said, turning to Carlos. "I was thinkin' money might be a good reason. When I saw you youngin's walking down the alley, I knew I had a good catch. But now, seein' how pretty an' young ya all are, I may just keep ya for my own good." He winked, as James shivered. Carlos tensed up. He couldn't be talking about what he thinks he's talking about, right? What kind of person would kidnap some kids, to-gulp-do, well, nasty things to them? His thoughts were interrupted by the man speaking again.
"I contacted the mother through eyebrows here's phone," He glared down at Kendall, whom was still lying on the ground, trying to catch his breath. "I requested, hmm, about ten thousand. And until I get my money, I get to have my way with ya." He looked into each of the boys' eyes before turning toward the door. "I'll be back in ten minutes, when I decide who's first." And with that, the man and his two friends walked out, closing and locking the door behind him.
"Kendall," Carlos exclaimed, scooting his way over to his best friend, whom was now moaning in pain. "Just try to sit up bro. Just try to. You're going to be okay." He was coaching Kendall up when he heard Logan whisper.
"But it's not going to be okay," Logan said, inaudibly.
"What?" Carlos, Kendall, and James said simultaneously.
"I said," Logan started, taking in a broken breath. "It's not going to be okay. We're trapped here. We all know that our parents can't come up with that money. And until then, we're going to be destroyed. We all know what that man is going to do to us. We can't even doubt it. We might as well say goodbye now." Carlos watched as a tear rolled down Logan's cheek. He hated hearing one of his best friends talk like this. But as a tear rolled down his own cheek, he knew that once again, Logan was right. They might as well say their goodbyes now. There was no telling how long they were going to live from this point on with that man running their lives.