Find Mitch

Chapter Three

Chapter three:

Mitch's POV - Unknown Location

I wake up with a pounding in my head, and a numbness in my stomach. What happened? I take a look around my surroundings and it all comes back to me. Being tied up. Ken and Jon. Getting shot. I look down at my stomach and gasp. Blood covers my white t shirt, making it look tye-dyed.

"You up yet kid?" I hear Ken ask from upstairs. "Yeah." I say as loud as my voice will let me. Ken walks down the stairs obnoxiously loud, probably on purpose. I clutch my head in my hands and wait for the noise to stop.

"Got that headache, eh?" he asks, placing something down beside the chair I am tied to. "We decided to let them hands free." he says, pulling down a chair next to mine. "We didn't want to have to feed you ourselves. Since those hands are now free, we have to use this padlock on your legs."

I groan as he moves the bands around on my ankles. "Oh yeah," he says. "This might hurt a bit." The wire cuts into my ankles and I have to hold back a scream. "All done." he says, the smirk evident on his face.

I mutter a quick 'fuck you' under my breath as he walks away.

About five minutes later I hear footsteps yet again on the stairs and let out a sigh. Who could it be now?

Jon walks into the musty room and stares at me.

"I bet you are wondering why you are here, eh?" He says, smiling. I nod as a response.

"You remember your father, don't you?" He asks, still with that evil smirk.

I nod again.

"Well he has a gang. Or should I say HAD thanks to you." The smile is gone and he is now full on glaring at me.

"I visited your dad in prison, and asked him if he had any last requests. Oddly enough, he wanted you to die, or feel as if you should." The smile is back.

I look down at my bound feet. There is no way I was getting out of this place alive. I already had a bullet wound, and who knows what else these two men could pull off.

"Another thing, Mr. Bajan Canadian." he says. I look back up at him. "If you EVER run away, or get out somehow, just know that we will hurt everyone closest to you." I shudder.

Jon leaves the basement and a billion thoughts begin to run through my mind. Rob, Matt, and Preston. I hope they are doing okay. Jerome. Oh god Jerome. If this 'gang' puts a mark on his skin I will personally murder them myself. I am praying he is doing fine. I really hope he doesn't miss me. I can't go on with seeing him hurt.

A wave of exhaustion hits me and I lean back on the chair. I suddenly fall into a dreamless sleep.

Jerome's POV - Canada

I end the call with Rob and smile. I can't believe i'm in Canada. After about five seconds Rob opens the door and lets me in.

"Hey dood!" I yell, running into the house. Rob chuckles and motions for me to follow him upstairs. I follow him down a hallway and he stops in front of a plain white door. "Here ya go." He says, motioning to the room with his hand. I nods and pulls his suitcase into the room.

I lay down on the bed and a wave of exhaustion hits me. Must be the jet lag.

"Is it okay if I get some sleep?" I ask Rob. "I still have some jet lag."

"Of course!" he says smiling, and begins to leave the room.

"Wait. Rob?" I ask. "Yeah?" he says, turning around. "Do you think we will find him?" I ask.

"I can only hope." is his only reply.

I lay back on the bed and fall into a restless sleep.

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About an hour later I am woken up by the dripping of rain. I open my eyes and look around. Where am I? The last I remember I had fallen asleep in bed. I take another look around and shake my head. This is weird.

"Jerome!" I hear someone call. It sounds familiar yet I cannot place my finger on who it is. "Herro?" I ask.

"Have you missed me?" the voice says. Mitch. "Where have you been buddy?" I ask, my voice getting excited. "I have been trappe-" Mitch starts to say until a gunshot goes off. "Mitch?" I ask, my voice barely audible. Suddenly a light turns on and almost blinds me. Then something starts to fall from the sky. What the hell? I back up and the thing falls to the ground. I slowly walk towards it afraid of what I could find.

My heart almost stops when I see what is lying there. Mitch. His eyes are wide open and there is a hole through the middle of his body. No, no, no. "Mitch?" I ask, even quieter than the first time. No answer. Suddenly a man looking to be in his forties runs up to me. He aims a gun at my head and pulls the trigger as I scream. I am not afraid of being killed, no. What is the point of living when Mitch is dead? I am still sobbing of the death of Mitch.

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I am woken up by someone shaking me. "Wha?" I manage to get out, my head groggy. "Dood, are you okay? You were screaming." Rob says, worried. I then remember my past dream. Tears begin to flow out of my eyes and I curl up into a ball. Very manly, eh? Rob sits down on my bed. "What happened?" he asks. I look up into Rob's eyes and sigh. They are filled with concern.

"I had a dream." I start, looking down once again. "Mitch was there. He talked to me. Then there was a gunshot and his body fell to the ground, dead. Then some man came and shot me in the head." By the time I have finished explaining, I am bawling.

Rob sighs and pats my back. "It was just a dream Jerome." he says. "Mitch isn't really dead." I nod, but continue to cry. "If you don't mind me asking," Rob starts. "This is a bit over-reacting just because your best friend is missing. Is that really all he is to you?" I look down at the ground. Of course it is just because he is my best friend. What else could it be? I look up and Rob and a tear slides down my face. "I don't know." is my only explanation.

Rob nods and looks at his watch. "Shiz! Preston is on the line waiting for me." he says. I nod and fall back on my bed. "Go talk to him." I say. "I will be fine." Rob looks at me carefully. "He offered to fly to Canada and help find Mitch." he says. "What do you think about that?"

I close my eyes and sigh. "As much help as we can get is appreciated. It seems like you want him to come too." I say, nudging Rob with my foot. He laughs shyly and looks down. "I'll go tell him." he says, and leaves my room swiftly. I small smile appears on my lips as I think about the combination of Preston and Rob.

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So yeah. Da feels doeeeee

-Maggie