Kidnapped

Chapter 9

Five's pov

My mind races as I race out of my bedroom. Y/n isn't here, and she won't be downstairs, too. I did check. Of course I checked. I looked in every room of the umbrella academy, but y/n was nowhere to be seen. She's gone.

She's gone.

"Fivey," Klaus chuckles when he lays his eyes on me. "Why are you in such a hurry?"

My head jerk to him. His eyes are glossy and it looks as if he's looking right through me. High or not, he might've seen y/n.

"Have you seen y/n?"

"I did not." He sighs as he sits up. It doesn't take long until his body falls back on the seat. A groan escapes his lips, and I know I won't be able to expect any help from him.

I leave him in the living room without saying another word. With my hands still shaking, I rush towards my room once again. The tracker in her neck. I hated it-I still do. But it might be my saving right now.

The gps is quickly taken out one of my desk's drawers, and I put it on. It takes too long for the device to start up. I try not to pay any attention to my shaking body, but I cannot. It stresses me out even more.

My eyes squeeze shut, and I brush my fingertips to my temples. I shouldn't have done anything. I should've kept y/n inside, here. I should've been able to keep myself calm, and answer her honestly. I should've been able to admit that I was confused.

I'm not anymore. I know what I must say. I just hope it isn't too late.

The screen finally lights up, making me sigh in relief. Then I suck in a breath while I quickly search for the signal. But there's isn't one. There's no y/n on the screen. She took out the tracker. She made herself invisible.

She's truly gone, and I have no idea where to look for her.

"Where are you y/n?" I whisper, feeling myself breaking down.

Y/n's pov

I let Mike's seat swallow me whole. This is comfier than Five's bed. The pillows are softer, and I. . .

I miss Five.

Every detail in this cottage reminds me of him. Even the stupid toilet could do so. How awful is that?

"Are you all right?" Mike's voice sounds on the other side of the living room. I open my right eye, immediately noticing the worried expression that's plastered on his face.

My lips part a little, but I don't know what to answer. "I don't know." I sigh.

"I know what's wrong," he says, approaching me. He smiles, but really, it causes me to flinch. There's no way he does, right?

"You do?" My eyes widen slightly. He couldn't. I'm sure of it. He can't have noticed that there's a heavy hole inside of me every time I remember Five's face. He can't have found out that my hands start to shake every time something reminds me of Five.

"You're scared that he'll find you again. Don't worry, y/n. He won't. Not a single person ever comes here." He lays his hand on my shoulder, watching me react to every word. "They're all too frightened by the darkness of the woods." The darkness won't scare Five. I'm sure of it.

"Yeah," I mumble quietly. "That's it, indeed."

No, it isn't that. I think I want him to find me. I miss him. Five is a murderer, and I've seen what he can do. That doesn't frighten me. . . for myself. It scares me for Mike. I came here to find a safe haven. I've found it. But what will happen when Five finds Mike here, too? What will he do? After all, I've told Mike everything.