Follow Me Forever (a Danny Edge and Paul Zimmer Fan Fiction)

Part 23

Tears started to drip down my face. I tried to think of what would happen if I lost either one of them, but then I stopped because I could feel a river about to flow down my cheeks. I tried to calm down, I took a sip of water, but then something brought me back to the day I first met them. I remember what they were wearing, what they said, everything. Then I started to cry even more. Me and Angie just sat in the dressing room crying. Everyone that was on the tour came to comfort us. "I'm going to go sit in the hallway. Angie you coming?" I stood up. "I'll come too." Luke stood up with me but I motioned for him to sit back down. "It's okay we just need to be alone for a second. But thank you." I patted his hand. We walked into the hallway once again. "I can't wait any longer." "Me neither." She agreed. "I'm taking Danny's car. He left his keys on the counter. I'm going to that address. And you're coming with me." I pulled her to the back door. "I don't think this is a good idea." "I can't wait any longer An! What if something is going down over there and this is the last time you have to see them?" I whispered, not wanting the guard to hear us. "God Per, don't think like that." "It's true! I need to see them one last time. We owe it to ourselves to at least try and help!" I walked over to the car and got in. "So you can sit here, cry with everyone else, or you can come with me, and try to save the man you love. Your choice." I started the car. Reluctantly, Angie got in. "Step on it." She said.

I was speeding. I didn't want to get in an accident, but I couldn't waste time. I pulled up to the address, and noticed that there were already 3 police cars on the side of the street. I opened the door and ran to the window on the side of the house. Angie came quietly after me. "I'm really scared Per." She whispered. "So am I. But we have to do this. For them." I looked into her eyes. I could tell she was trembling and her hope was running out. I opened the door that was nearby and stepped in. The hallway was dark, it smelled like dirty laundry, and the walls were painted an icky grey color. Angie followed close behind. My heart was about to beat right out of my chest. I tried to slow my breathing to calm down, but it was no use. I found a staircase to a basement. "Be careful" I said as quiet as possible. I slowly walked down the steps. It was steep and there was no railing, so it made walking difficult. When I got to the bottom, I noticed a light on in one of the rooms. I stayed by the wall and peeked my head in the room. There was a bed, and a small closet. But no Danny or Paul. I carefully stepped into the room. I motioned for Angie to stay near the wall outside. If something were to happen, I would want it to happen to me, and not her. I was getting ready to open the closet, when I heard deep breathing. I whipped around, but no one was there. I gently opened the closet. I yelped when I discovered what was inside. Danny and Paul were both tied up. Their arms were laced together with rope and their mouths were duck taped. Paul tripped me with his feet and I fell on top of him. He slid the closet door shut. I untapped their mouths. "SHHH" they whispered. "Angie's here too, I can't let anything happen to her" I said in their ears. I once again opened the closet door, got up, and grabbed her hand. I pulled her into the closet with us. "It's safe here. The cops are trying to find her, but haven't found us." Danny explained. "Who?" Angie asked. "Monica." I interrupted. They were breathing heavily and I could see that both of them were crying earlier. "What the hell are you guys doing here? You could have died!" Paul said, droplets of sweat dripping off his forehead. "We had to come find you. If something happened I would've never forgiven myself." I set my hand on his face. Angie and Danny were in the middle of a passionate kiss. They were mumbling things to each other that I couldn't understand. Paul and I stared into each other's eyes. It's like we were talking, but not through words.