A lovely day for rain
Tw: kidnapping, paranoia, drained reader, mention of needles once, police, forced affection
Taglist: @oleander-nin @itsyagurlchip @radicallxser
“You know… you can leave at any time.”
He whispered soft venomous words into your ear as he held you in his lap. Hugging his arms around your waist as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
“None of the doors are locked… I even told the others it was fine.” Your shoulders slightly perked up with hope. Feeling the sun on your face without being monitored... Getting to see your loved ones again… it felt like a fever dream hearing those words full of faux comfort.
“Not that you'd last long out there…” The blue banded terrapin chuckled dryly as he nuzzled his snout against your neck. “... You'd soon see how much better it is here and come running back.”
Your heart held a stoney doubt from his words as he churred and hugged you tightly. “But if you just ask you can leave at any time.” With bated breath you fiddled your fingers. “Could I leave now?”
He hummed and leaned back, releasing you from his embrace, fingers twitching to hug you again. Sprinting from the train car, you snatched the opportunity. Not minding the others as they watched you run through the abandoned subway station, jetting to the surface.
Unfortunately you were met with pouring rain instead of the free sunshine you longed to feel. That didn't deter you however as you ran. There was no trust of knowing what he'd do next, all you had to do is run.
Your legs burned as you stumbled into your apartment. You were lucky that your bank account auto paid rent and that you kept the spare key just under the door. You flopped on your bed, tired from all the running you did. But you still had to contact your loved ones.
Everything was in the same place as when he kidnapped you months ago. Blankets and pillows filled the small apartment from the events of that night. Picking up your very dead phone, you slipped it onto the charger, praying it still worked.
As you waited you got a cup of water and downed it quickly. Still very on edge, every creak and honking of horns outside had your skin crawl. You nursed the cup in your hand before getting more, feeling extremely dehydrated.
Suddenly you heard the sound of your phone coming back to life and all but stumbled to unlock it. After waiting an excruciating amount of seconds you unlocked it, messing up the password a few times from nerves. Once unlocked your heart fluttered as you opened your contacts. Only for it to drop like a weight in a pool. Everyone was gone…
You opened your apps frantically just to see you were logged out of every single one. And the password had changed. It had been so long that you couldn't remember anyone's number, so you couldn't contact them.
That Jupiter Jim loving-
You took a shaking breath as your hands covered your mouth and nose. Calm down, think this through… You could figure this out. After a few strained breaths you dropped your tired hands and sat back, emotionally and physically exhausted.
It was freedom, but it sure as hell didn't feel like it. And if it was this was, it was a messed up freedom.
Your eyes widened as you scrambled up, remembering one form of communication he could digitally erase. Frantically searching, you shoved things around your counters as you pulled out a box. Letters!
Biting the inside of your cheek, you looked through the envelopes that were held inside. However all the return addresses were crossed out. Having never shown him this box, you check again. Still the same marked out return addresses.
You groaned in defeat and slumped to the floor as tears filled your eyes. You did everything you could think of. Another envelope caught your eye as you tried sucking in what felt like a trapped fate.
Begrudgingly you left your disappointed stupor on the frigid floor. Reaching out you tiredly caught the envelope and opened it, not bothering to check the return address, knowing it would be crossed out. Inside was a paper letting you know of your termination from your job. Eyes widening at the news brought the tears finally flooding down.
How- How had he planned this!? When!?
Glancing over the letter again an epiphany grabbed your attention. The police… No matter how much they might not do, you could at least get in contact with your loved ones. At least that was the hope.
You slammed the letter down onto the counter and rushed out of your dinky apartment. Despite what a short rest you had, desperation clinged to anything that would get you away from that mutant.
Tears continued to pour down as you sprinted to the police station. You knew you looked like a mess and you didn't care. Anything to finally connect with the people you love, to have that freedom you craved.
Stumbling through the door a few people inside stared in surprise, others in disgust. You shook it off, wiping away the streaming liquid. You walked to the front desk, the person there giving you a judgemental look. You took in a deep breath before stuttering out your name and asking for someone to help you contact friends or family.
The person only nodded and called to another worker, motioning them over. Faith fluttered in your heart again as they covertly conversed with one another. This was your last effort, you had to hope as much as possible.
Disappointment reared its head as the second person walked away. But you clung to the plea of freedom as the first person you talked to motioned you to sit down. So you awkwardly sat down in the waiting room.
Rubbing your tear stained cheek, you watched the bustling city outside with growing paranoia. You were searching the crowds for that signature lime green skin, that stupid blue bandana, those eyes that told of obsession. Every second felt like little needles piercing your head as you nervously waited.
Your name was called as gravity pulled on your entire world. Snapping your head to the voice, you saw the one person you didn't want to see more than anything, waving to you with a bright smile.
Leonardo Hamato
All you could feel was defeat and exhaustion in every sense of the word as he helped you up. He waved to the officers with thanks as you both started walking towards your prison.
“So… did we have fun on our little adventure?” He leaned beside you to whisper softly as his arm reached around your back, landing his hand on your waist. You looked at him with a tired glare, earning a chuckle from him as he squeezed you against his side. “Oh don't give me that! I said you could leave where you wanted. I never said anything about having something to come back to.”
You wanted nothing more than to just fall over or punch him in the face. He only took notice of your near fainting, picking you up without a fight. Everything was a haze as he nuzzled your neck once more. “I told you how you'd be running back…”
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