Two Of Them: JereMike

Finding Him

Mike's POV

He wasn't in the our street. He hadn't just ran out the front door and collapsed like I thought he would. How far could he had gone, though? There was no way that Jeremy could have run far in this kind of weather! Especially with the clothes that he was wearing! A long sleeved shirt and shorts? There was no way that could happen. No way at all. Ugh, I wish that his mother had at least a little bit of kindness in her to buy him a phone. That way I could call him and find out where he was. Yet I guess that the only way that I was going to find him was through the old fashioned way—walking. It was going to take a long time, but it would have to do. I had to find Jeremy! For all I know his mother could have found him by now, and was already beating him up. The thought alone of him screaming out in pain was enough to make me feel sick to my stomach. I quickly grabbed my coat from the hook, tugged it on, and ran out of the front door. I had to find Jeremy...I had to. 

I ran down the road, looking down the small alleyway that was in between each house. I don't know why I was checking really. I had checked five times before, and he wasn't there, so why would he be there now? Once I got to the end of the street I immdiently turned down the next one. It was going to take a long time, but I was going to look down every single street until I got to the street that his house was on. When I get onto his street, I wasn't going to check every single crook and hole that he could be hiding in...I was going to go straight into his house to see if he was there. In a way, I hoped that he wasn't. If he was there, then he would most likely have been hit, punched, kicked, as well as yelled at. And after what he, I guess, accidentally told me, now wasn't really the best time to be knocked out by yur own mother. I still found it unbelievable that he had a freaking crush on me. For some reason, I always had been attracted to him in a weird way...

After a full ten minutes, I finally got to his street. He had to be in his house. He must be in his house! There was no other place he could've went! Unless he somehow managed  to run miles and miles away from here. No...That was stupid. It was stupid...There was no way he could run for more than a mile in the clothes he was wearing, these weather conditions, and the amount of people that were out on a Thursday morning. There was no way at all! I jogged down the street, slowly getting closer to his house. As I got closer, more and more anger started to build up inside of me. If Jeremy was hurt then his mother would never hear the end of it! I would make sure that the rest of her life is a living hell! I made my way up the front path that led to the front door. I couldn't hear anything from the other side. I pushed it open and stepped inside. I instantly spotted Jeremy's mother laying on the sofa, passed out and wasted. Good...I was safe. There was no way that she was going to hear a meator outside, let alone my footsteps.

I checked the kitchen. The only thing that I could see where alcohol bottles on the floor. He wasn't in here. I looked in the small, downstairs toilet that was by the door. Nothing. He had to be upstairs somewhere...Most likely in the bathroom or bedroom. I flew up the stairs as fast as I could and started to look in each of the four rooms that were up there. The first room was...I guess his mothers room. There was a double bed that hadn't been made, soda cans covering the floor, and a few pairs of woman's underwear scattered on top of the sheet. Was his mother one of those woman who went out and 'done-the-do' with a different man every night? Ugh, that must be horrible! He defiantly wasn't in here, though. I shut the door and walked across the small hallway. It was a small, box room with nothing but a few flat pieces of cardboard in it. He wasn't in here either...I ran to the end of the hallway and opened up the left door.

Jeremy's bedroom...It was Jeremy's bedroom. It was so small! There was only room for his bed, a small corner desk, and a small set of drawers. The walls were grey, and there was a small window that hardly let in any light. Did he really live here for seventeen full years? It made sense how he was scared of everything now! Living in this room for all of your life...Its like living in a prison cell! You couldn't trust anything or anyone. I slowly slipped out of his room and into the bathroom. He wasn't in there either. Where the hell was he? My heart started to pound. The thought of him running away was starting to seem more and more realistic now. I needed to start looking further out into town. And I had to do it quickly...If Jeremy wasn't in any sort of heated building, that meant that he was somewhere on the streets. These cold, freezing, icy, horrible, wet, and soggy streets...He was most likely curled up in an alleyway, shivering, and on the verge of death. I wasn't going to let him slip into it...I wasn't going to let him die! Not today anyway...I ran out the front door and sprinted towards the town. I didn't even bother closing the door behind me. That stupid 'mother' deserved to die. She couldn't look after her own freaking son!