Luke pov~

WE ARE DEFINITELY FUCKING DOOMED.

Damian began pushing me down the hallway after struggling to get out of the room door, me trying to hold the door open as he pushed me out, all while trying to keep most of his weight on one leg. We're fucked, and not in the good way.

".......Damian let's face it, we are doomed."

I said finally accepting our situation, Damian shook his head, determination still very apparent in his eyes.

"Nope, I refuse to believe it just yet, we can make it back to the pack house, or at least out of this house before he comes back"

Damian statedd, bitterness in his voice when he mentioned Alexander.

He began using my wheelchair as a walker as he tried his best to wheel me down the hallway. A few doors down a door opened, Damian froze , immediately trying to turn but quickly realizing that the hallway was too narrow. I watched the door intently as it opened and Damian's mother stepped out.

"You two....."

"Get.out.of.the.way."

Damian immediately said, cutting her off. I watched her as her hands fumbled with each other as she stood looking timid but unmoving in the doorway.

"It'd be safer to go out the main door, Alexander is waiting for you at the back exit."

Damian didn't say anything as he turned and began pushing me down another hallway where I assumed led to the main entrance. I turned back as I watched Damian's mother look at us with regret on her face.

After a few hallways and rooms we got to the main doorway. Giant pillars decorated the sides of the wooden doors that seemed to stretch on forever. A couch and lounge area was to the left of the doors once you walked in while a grand piano sat to the right. The purple velvet couch looked as if it were fitting to welcome royalty. I looked around, trying to take in everything, so this is everything that was above me. This was where Damian and his family used to visit at least once a month for years, eating small snacks and talking about friendly things with Alexander while I was being starved close to death just a few meters below. Part of me couldn't help but be mad at Damian and his family, there must've been some indicators of Alexander being abusive, did no one see them? Or did no one care. No, I can't think like that. Alexander is manipulative and an actor. All they saw was what Alexander wanted them to see. I tried telling myself that but I couldn't help but still feel angry. I tried to get myself out of my own thoughts as I realized Damian had already pushed me to the road, breathing heavily as he tried to stumbly push my wheelchair as fast as he could.

" Luke, p- *heavy breath* put your thumb out"

I turned my head back confused,

"Why?"

Damian took a few heavy breaths before he managed to answer.

"Hitchhiking"

I nodded hesitantly,

"Isn't that dangerous? We are both clearly injured and I don't particularly want to be the victims of Ted Bundy 2.0"

Damian put his thumb out as well, finally beginning to catch his breath a little.

"What choice ....do we have?"

I contemplated a few seconds before giving him a hesitant look and doing it.

"Wait Damian, it's just straight ahead for now right? I can wheel myself. You need to take a break. You can hold your thumb up."

Damian didn't respond, a few seconds went by and nothing. I turned back finally to look at him, I watched as his body swayed softly from side to side, any sudden movement looking as if it could make him lose his balance.

"Damian?"

I said, not knowing what to do. I then watched as he turned his head slightly in acknowledgement and then faint.

"DAMIAN!"

I watched as his unconscious body crumbled to the ground. I immediately tried bending down to him before sadly remembering I was disabled. My thoughts raced at things I could do to move him, I need to get him off this road.

I reached down as I grabbed his wrist, trying my best to pull him as I tried wheeling to the side of the road. My attempts were futile as I realized he hadn't moved an inch. Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT. I rolled a tiny bit in front of him as I reached to grab his arm, now slightly out of reach, I lifted myself off the seat slightly as I tried my best to reach just a little further,

"Just a bit more......AH"

I yelped as I fell out of the wheelchair. I repositioned myself and sat on the ground as I firmly grasped Damian's arm and pulled. HE MOVED. I then scooted back and pulled him a few inches closer slowly inching our way to the edge of the street while pulling the wheelchair back every so often.

After a few minutes of shuffling, I finally got Damian and I to the side of the road. I felt myself collapse onto the welcoming grass, taking a few deep breaths before moving myself closer to Damian. Please be ok... I placed my hand above his mouth, feeling his soft exhale of breath. I rested my hand on his forehead, comparing our temperatures. He's a little hot but probably just from him pushing me. I took a breath of relief as I was quickly alerted by the sound of an on coming car. HIDE. Wait no, what if they could help? ....but what if they are part of Alexander's pack? But we need the help.....Damian needs help... I frantically waved my hand in the air as the car approached, one hand waving as the other held Damian's, his simple presence comforting even if he was unconscious. I squeezed my eyes closed as my heart began racing in my chest as I heard the car slow down to a stop.