Matt's POV

I couldn't believe what was happening right now. I was getting kidnapped. What the fucking hell? This stuff didn't happen to me. I didn't think it would ever happen to me. But here I was, blindfolded and tied up in a car with that blonde headed wacko I had run into and spoken with in front of the store. I had hoped I would never see him again. He made me really nervous. He reminded me so much of someone I used to know that it unnerved me. He looked like someone from my past that I never wanted to remember. I needed to get away from thinking about it since thinking about it didn't do me any good. All it did was make me feel like shit in the end.

I became still in my binds while glaring daggers behind my blindfold. I noticed the binds around my wrists were too tight for me to undo. The only thing I could do was sulk at the moment. I hated this feeling of helplessness, clearly not used to it anymore. Nor was I used to this type of treatment. I hadn't been forced to follow another person's orders in a long time. I've grown to be my own person and do my own thing.

My captor laughed dryly in the front seat, obviously being amused at how my helplessness. "I work in the mafia, and my team recently got killed. You'll be working as a hacker for me. Don't try anything funny though - I'm not in the mood for that. You can begin working when we get to my apartment." He said, his tone showing his amusement.

I let out a low growl, but it was audible enough for him to hear it. I reluctantly sat there while becoming more and more pissed about this whole thing. What made me burn up the most inside was the fact I knew he probably had ways to get me to do work for him. He probably had a gun on him to do it. He looked like he carried one around. Well, I wasn't giving up. I had to get out of this some sort of way and without getting myself harmed...or worst killed. I thought of he would have to fall asleep sometime and that would be a perfect time to do it. All humans slept sometime or another and... He was human, right?

I heard him laugh again. "Matty, it'll be easier if you stop acting so annoyed." He purred, and my frown grew deeper at his tone. He was clearly getting a lot of amusement out of me. I noticed the car stopped, but I still had no idea where I was. My captor got out, and the next thing I knew I was getting tugged forcibly by the arm out. "We've arrived. I'd appreciate it if you didn't make loud noises, but nobody will hear either way."

I grunted at the rough handling, feeling his other hand upon the lower part of my back. He begin to lead us somewhere- which I had no choice but to go along with it in a uncomfortable manner, my head hung low and my shoulders hunched up a bit. My mind drew back to what he had called me in the car and I definitely didn't like it. "Don't call me that." I said with a deep frown, addressing to it now.

"Call you what? Matty? Why ever not?" He asked with a chuckle. It was pissing me off completely. I was pushed and finally felt him go to fiddle around with my blindfold until it came off my eyes. I was once more met with darkness. "Up these stairs." I heard him say. I didn't move, not wanting to trip over things I couldn't see. I wanted to ask him 'what stairs'. Unfortunately, I then caught the faint form of them and let out a sigh with annoyance, beginning to heavily step up the stairs.

Once I reached the top, I just stood there. "Now what?" I asked with flatness. My captor was all smirks as he looked to me.

"This one is mine." He said, motioning to his apartment with a wink, reaching out to grab a hold of my belt loops to pull me right after him. "You don't have a room, though. You can share my bed if you want, Matty." He said in that purring tone that made me feel extremely uncomfortable.

I sneered at him as he pulled me inside the apartment after he had opened it. "Not happening. I'd rather sleep outside." I grumbled at him upon the idea. He looked to me with that devious smirk of his, and it occurred to me that he wasn't fazed by my words at all. He turned on the lights in the area once we came inside, and I was relieved to finally be able to see properly. "You'll be hacking into the FBI's website." He instructed while locking the door and closing it behind us.

Now that we were inside, the sound of loud shuffling feet and a high pitched voice yelled out. "Mello! You're home!" My eyes widened a bit at the sight of a short dark haired girl who came skipping over to us. Her focus turned right to me, wonder obvious in her dark eyes. "Who's he?" She asked in an annoying high pitched tone.

"Why are you at my apartment? And I thought I told you I'd only see you when I arranged it myself." My captor, who I discovered was actually named 'Mello' seemed to be unamused by her, ignoring her question completely. I grew incredibly uncomfortable at the moment. That name. Mello. The name I had put to 'not' exist in my mind anymore. Mello was gone from my life. He left me behind a long time ago, not wanting anything to do with me anymore. I didn't want to hear it again. Not anymore. My eyes lowered and I began to tremble a bit while frowning upon the thoughts going in my head, not wanting to believe any of it. Mello. That cocky blonde kid I had grew up with in the Orphanage was by me right now?

I knew I shouldn't have cared, but I couldn't help but wonder. Did he actually remember who I had been to him?
I let myself grow very quiet.