Neko

Three Days

Dan's POV

Chris left, and I sat in the cold barn, still naked, for the whole night. I barely slept, getting only two or three hours of silence. Animals from all over made loud noises throughout the night.

There were all kinds of animals, cows, pigs, and horses. They were coming from everywhere and I started to get annoyed. After a while, even, I started to rage.

I shook the cage in anger. I was mad at myself, for being stupid enough to let them take me, I was mad at Chris, for obvious reasons, and I was mad at Phil for tricking me into loving him.

God, if that shitty fuck would have just left me in that dammed house, I probably wouldn't be here. Rick and Leah wouldn't have met Chris, I wouldn't be cuffed in a cage butt naked, and I wouldn't have fallen for such an asshole guy. I wouldn't be heart broken, I wouldn't have watched Phil sit and do nothing while I was being kidnapped. I wouldn't be here, and I wouldn't have found that small price of glass on the wood flooring...

Phil's POV

Peej called the cops that day, and they interviewed us, asking what happened. I told them everything I could remember from start to end, and they said they were going to find him.

Officer Morgan, or Morgan he prefers we call him, is the one who is running the entire search. He was a darker toned fellow, and had an amazing stubble line, and had a nearly completely shaved head, with only a few tattoos.

They did a history check on Chris, and found out that his grandfather has owned a couple of different places in the past. He owned a restaurant, a office building, and a farm. They decided to go out and search for him in a few days to make sure they had rights to go on his property.

It wasn't good enough for me, though. I didn't sleep for six days straight,a and only got an hour or two of sleep on the seventh day. I've only showered once in the course of a week, and I haven't gone to work since I told PJ what happened either.

I was physically falling apart, getting skinnier than before due to how little food I'm eating. I haven't shave in forever, and I'm starting to grow a lot of stubble. I reek, and my clothes haven't changed a bit.

However, today, I decided to wash up. I shaved, showered, got dressed in a new outfit, and I ate a decent sized meal. I still didn't go to work, but PJ said it was fine. I was allowed to stay at home until we found Dan again, Pj had explained.

I walked into my bedroom, and opened up m laptop before I got a call. It was from Morgan.

"Hello? Did you find anything?" I asked quickly. "Hey, calm down, ok? Just breath." he said slowly. I did, then asked again, "So what's going on?" "Well, we've got rights to go to their property tomorrow, but we're still not sure how to approach it." "Just go in. It'll be fine, right?" "Well, actually you're wrong. See, we don't know why he wants Dan or what he's doing to him in their, so we need to interrogate a few more people before we can do anything." "And how long will that take?" "At least three days." "Three days?!" "I know, but based on our evidence so far, we doubt he's done anything too harmful to Dan, and most defiantly hasn't killed him yet." "Yet? What do you mean, 'yet'?" "I mean that if we go in too quickly, or try and just barge in, he could kill Dan on the spot." "Well what do we do. I want my kitten back." I began breaking down. "I know you do, and you'll get him back. We just need time." "Well three full days is a bit too much time, don't you think?!" I raged before hanging up quickly.

I sat up on my bed and started to cry into my hands, and then I hit the bed with anger. I was angry at myself for not being able to save Dan, I was mad at Chris for obvious reasons, and I'm mad at Dan for not telling me about Chris sooner. I love him so much, and I hope he still loves me.