Yes, this is my story. The account it was on previously is a new account I made. I hope no one claims I stole it since it's still my story. I'm posting all three chapters at once. Please, everyone, review for me. No feedback will mean I won't have reason to continue this story. Please review.

-SawyerSeville19

"Get back here you little shit!" an obviously angry deep voice shouted down the dark, quiet streets, chasing after a terrified red clad chipmunk that had finally managed to escape his week long prison with him.

Alvin panted as he ran down the sidewalk. He wished he knew where he was so he could figure out the way back home.

Home...

He missed it so, so much. He missed Dave and the Chipettes. He missed his brothers most though and he couldn't wait to be back with them.

With those thoughts in mind he forced his fatigued and abused body to move faster. It was harder than he hoped and he was quickly feeling exhaustion hit him. Tears flooded his eyes and he struggled to keep his pace while becoming out of breath at the same time. He didn't want that man to catch up with him. If he did he knew he'd never escape again.

Alvin heard some strange wailing noise in the distance but his mind was focused solely on running and breathing so he didn't think about what it could be.

"You little fuck! I'll get you!" The man's voice sounded further than Alvin had remembered and he knew he hadn't had the strength to out run him. So he took a moment to wonder what happened.

His body was in panic mode so he has yet to stop running despite the burning ache in his chest and utter exhaustion his body was under.

The wailing noise was louder this time and Alvin finally registered what it was. The police. Alvin was reluctant, but he gradually slowed his pace until he stopped moving altogether and the police car pulled up alongside him.

Alvin could hear the radio going off about a suspect that took off in an alley and they were pursuing him at the moment. He realized that that's probably what happened to his captor.

The passenger side of the police car opened and a cop in his late twenties came out and approached Alvin. Instinct had Alvin moving back.

The officer kneeled down and looked at Alvin, smiling reassuringly. "Don't be afraid, no one's gonna hurt you anymore. I'm here to take you home."

There was that word again. Home. He was finally going home. He heard the officer in front of him speak into his walkie asking about an ambulance but it didn't process in his head. All he could think about was finally going home.

The ambulance came and Alvin was told by the officer that he would need to be examined before he could go home.

There would be people looking at him? Most likely poking and prodding him? Alvin was quick to shake his head, backing away further from the officer. The officer tried to reassure Alvin once more but it was ineffective. There was no way he was going to a hospital!

The other officer, a female in her early twenties slowly approached him, kneeling down as well. Alvin eyed her warily.

"Sweetie you need to go to the hospital. You've been missing for a week. We need to get you examined and then my partner and I need to ask you a few questions. Then you can go home, okay?"

Alvin remained silent before heaving out a breath and nodding. Anything to go home.

She smiled and motioned for the gurney to be brought over. Once he was secured, they loaded the ambulance and were on their way.

...AATC...

Alvin all but panicked when they tried to examine him. He thrashed around so violently the nurse had no choice but to sedate him. When he was asleep the concerned nurse left the room and approached the officers that were waiting for information.

They looked at her expectantly, but she only sighed.

"He had a minor panic attack when I told him I'd have to examine his lower regions and I had to sedate him when he didn't calm down while I was calling out to him."

The officers exchanged looks before the female spoke up. "So he was sexually assaulted."

The nurse nodded solemnly. "I'll still have to examine him to determine if it's molestation or rape. But it's safe to say he's a sexual victim."

The officers sighed heavily, looking in the direction of Alvin's room and nodded.

...AATC...

Dave hung up the phone and rushed to find his coat and keys.

Simon and Theodore watched their dad run from the kitchen to the den chanting, "keys, keys, keys..." to himself.

The brothers exchanged a glance before Theodore grabbed Dave's coat off the coat rack and Simon got the keys off the kitchen table.

"Dave, what's going on?" Theodore asked once he stopped running around and took his coat with a thankful smile. Simon joined them, handing the keys to his dad.