Kidnapped

Chapter 80: A Week Since Miami

Jackie (George's Mum) POV

I'm starting to feel like going away wasn't the smartest idea on my behalf.

Since we've been back George and I have hardly talked, he doesn't listen to a word I say.

If he's not shut off in his room he's climbing out the window.

Most days he wouldn't even come home, leaving me with a message that he's staying elsewhere.

I've spoken to the others and none of them have seen or heard from George since being back.

The boys had all gotten caught up in their school work but I wouldn't let George see them until he had done his.

But it didn't change the fact he was running off every chance he got and I couldn't help but feel like a useless mother.

I didn't know what I was doing wrong.

Tubbo spent a lot of time with George but mostly stayed with Phil now.

I think Phil is planning on giving Tubbo a proper family.

That family will definitely be better for him.

As for George, I didn't know what to do next.

George POV

"Wilbur I'm not fucking joking pass it here" I hiss, snatching the flashlight from him.

"Alright moody, we didn't have to come with you" He rolls his eyes as I search for the light.

Today was the day I decided to see if the money stash's were still packed with cash.

So here we are, Wilbur, Jack and I, walking around the place I spent the last year in as if nothing ever happened here.

I flick the light on and dim lights turn on, clearly dying.

I take the steps down to the basement, faltering in my step as it hits me.

I wanted to throw up.

The smell of sex, sourness and substances filled the air.

I move one of the mattresses out of the way, a slight discolouration of gray on the concrete.

I look around for something that could smash it.

"Jack pass me those chains" I ask, looking at the chains by the wall.

He grabs them and places them in my hands, the cold feeling making me shiver.

I took in their details, rusted and covered in a dark crimson of old blood.

Even the sound of the chains hitting each other felt familiar against my skin.

Those thoughts soon turn ugly.

I use my anger to smash the chains down onto the concrete, eventually breaking it.

I move the chains to the side and take off the pieces of concrete.

I lift off the wooden panel and reveal rolls of money lined up.

I'd have to count it all later, this meant other places may still have money.

"Holy fuck there's thousands" Jack says, mouth hanging.

"I made this" I say, stuffing it into my hoodie pockets.

"You could use that to help Quackity" Wilbur says lightly, making me turn my head in confusion.

"Help him with what?"

"He's in debt to one of my dealers, he's been paying it off little by little"

Why had he never mentioned this before?

"I thought your dealer was Schlatt?" I ask, moving over to the gambling area safe box.

"Yeah but Schlatt had friends that sold too, so sometimes I got it from them"

"How much does Quackity owe them?" I ask.

"2.5k, it was originally like 5 grand but he's cleared half of it, his deadline ends in like a couple months"

"I'll pay it off, write the guys phone number on here" I say, handing him a paper and pen from the table as I crouch down to the safe.

"You do realise that guy probably worked with Schlatt right? He probably knows you" Jack says, concern laced in his voice.

"Good, I hope he does, I might be able to get more answers to where the hell Ranboo is"

"George you've been pretty reckless lately" Wilbur says, passing me the paper.

On the 5th attempt the safe opened, revealing money, a gun and some poker chips.

I took the money, along with hesitation taking the gun too.

"Are you fucking insane? Put that back" Wilbur says, trying to snatch the gun from me.

"If I'm going to meet this guy at some point I want protection you idiot" I take back full grip of the gun.

"Absolutely not happening" Jack takes the gun back, throwing it into the safe and standing in front of it.

"If you want protection we will go with you"

"God you're starting to sound like my babysitters"

I walk over to the last place I knew money was hidden.

My least favourite place.

I remove the bottom two steps from the stairs, revealing a trap door.

"What the fuck is that?" Wilbur asks as I pull it open.

I look down to the brightly lit area, a camera, toys and one singular bed.

I could hear the small chatter amongst the other two as I carefully made my way down the steps, the pair following me inside.

The money was the last thing on my mind right now.

I take the camera off the tripod, putting the strap round me to take it with me.

I knew all things in here held lewd things of my doings.

A flash drive caught my eye amongst the toys.

More specifically, The flash drive.

I took it and stuffed it into my pocket before going under the bed, detaching one of the legs and making it go lopsided.

I look inside and found the money I had been saving.

Money I stole and hid in this very room.

The last time I counted it I had around 40,000, it was mental the amount of money I could have had overall if Schlatt didn't take all the money.

But I was going to put this money towards a good cause, something to better my future.

I didn't even know what I had overall.

But I knew the money under the concrete was more than what I had saved.

I had stuffed everywhere possible on my body with money.

"If you want to keep any of the toys in here go for it I won't judge you" I shrug, taking one last look at the place.

"Who are you staying with tonight?" Jack asks as we leave the little room.

"I don't know, I might just get a hotel tonight" I say as I put the stairs back.

"You can't stay away from home forever" Wilbur reminds me and I stay silent.

I didn't want to avoid my mum but I also couldn't deal with the constant nagging at what I can and can't do.

Not to mention my friends constantly trying to contact me through my phone.

Including Dream who has been desperate to have some kind of contact with me.

He distracted me too much.