DAY 6: "you lied to me"
Characters: Scott, Jeff, John, Unmaned OC's. Movements AU
Warnings: Car accident, Injuries, Kidnapped, Evil!Jeff
Scott screamed as he fought to keep control of the car.
The light flashed over and over and over, and Scott realised that it wasn't the light – it was the car. It was rolling.
Over and over and over.
And then the night was quiet.
...
Jeff stretched. It had been a long day and an even longer evening. But the new contract was finalised and he felt he could breathe at last.
He looked at the clock and swore.
It was just past midnight. On April 5th. Damn, he'd missed Scott's birthday! He'd promised to take him out, just the two of them. A rite of passage for every boy, 21 years old and old enough to drink. Scott had been granted leave for a week for the occasion, and he had planned the whole time so that he could spend the optimum amount of time with his family.
And Jeff had missed every single appointment.
He threw the pen across the room and cursed himself. Why oh why had he made that ridiculous promise? Work was hectic right now and he didn't have the time to take an evening off just to placate his second eldest boy and pander to Scott.
He sat down again and pinched his nose. John would have a go at him, reminding him of the promise he'd made Lucy before she passed away, that he would take care of all their boys. But he had too much to do.
This deal would see him become one of world's elite – a self-made billionaire. An achievement he'd made in less time than most.
Jeff shrugged and picked up his pen again. Oh well, Scott should know that the business came first. And John could yell all he wanted, he'd let the boy blow off his steam and then remind him who the father was.
As the hallway clock chimed 12:15am Jeff was already lost in another deal.
...
When Scott came too he wasn't in the car anymore. He didn't know where he was but he was on the move. There was nothing to see and with a start Scott realised that there was a hood over his head. He carefully tried his wrists and they were bound behind him, and it felt like his ankles were tied up too.
He seemed to be lying on the floor judging from the vibrations, and with a sinking feeling he realised he'd been kidnapped. The car that had run him off the road had done so on purpose.
That thought made all his aches and pains come to the fore. Thank goodness he always wore his seatbelt. Scott could feel the bruising from its restraint across his chest and the headache from the several times he'd hit his head as the car somersaulted.
The rhythmic vibrations soon sent Scott to sleep despite the circumstances.
...
John charged up the stairs. His anger was the sun under his skin, burning him up and needing a release. He didn't wait at the study door, just threw it open with a resounding bang.
His Dad was on the phone but he stopped talking as John swept everything off the desk, ending the call.
'John. Explain yourself.'
'You were supposed to be with Scott last night! You promised! You promised me, you promised Scott. But most of all you promised Mom. You lied to me! To all of us.'
'John – I…'
'Do you even know where Scott is? Huh, Dad? Do you? DO YOU?'
Jeff frowned. He was missing something.
'What's going on, John?'
'The Sheriff has been on the line. Scott's car was found upside down outside of town. There's blood on the roof, the steering wheel and the door. And there's no sign of Scott. There are tracks that show he was being chased by another car, one that looks likely to have nudged him off the road. And where were you?'
John left before Jeff could say anything.
Jeff sat there, frozen. He wasn't sure what he felt.
...
The next time Scott woke up it was because he was slapped. His head rocked back and he blinked in the bright light.
He couldn't tell how many men where present but it was abundantly clear what they wanted. There was a camera set up in front of him.
'Time to call Daddy and get him to pay up. He'll pay a pretty penny for you my lad.'
'I wouldn't be so sure.'
Scott's quiet voice, so full of pain and hurt, injury had the men pausing.
'You don't believe your Dad will pay for you?'
'My Dad hates me. I doubt he'd spend what you want on me.'
'Well, if that's the case, why do we need you?'
Sighing, Scott's head dropped to his chest and he closed his eyes.
'You don't.'