My Darling (A Fronnie Story)

Chapter Twenty

Freddy's POV.
    I continued to feel sorry for myself for what seemed like hours. Chloe also continued to try to comfort me. She had been sitting in my lap the whole time I had been crying. She was purring to try to soothe me. I ignored her. I didn't care about her at the moment. My heart hurt too much. It felt like someone had taken a sledgehammer to my heart. I hated myself more than anything.
    'How could I let this happen?'
    I'm not sure how long I had actually stayed sitting there feeling sorry for myself. The air around me felt colder, so I could only assume it was late. I had also cried so much my face was raw and I could no longer produce tears. I just sat there numb to all emotion. My mind was blank at this point. I heard my phone buzz. Snapping back to reality, I realized something.
    'Bonnie is missing and all I have done is sit here and cry. I should have been calling the cops. I'm so stupid. Not only is Bonnie missing because of me. I'm not even making an effort to find him. What is wrong with me? God, I can't do anything right.'
    I took out my phone. I dialed 911. Someone had texted me, but I didn't care I had bigger priorities than trying to look at who it was.
    After I was done talking to the dispatcher. I waited for the cops to get to the park. I saw one officer arrive. He looked defeated and tired.
    "Alright, I was informed that your friend went missing and you suspect someone kidnapped him?"
    "Yes, my boyfriend went missing and he did get kidnapped."
    When I told him about Bonnie being my boyfriend the office looked at me funny but didn't say anything.
    "What is your name?"
    "Freddy Fazbear."
    "What was your friend's name?" He asked writing in his notepad.
    "My boyfriend's name is Bonnie," I said correcting him again.
    "Okay. Did you see anyone try to kidnap him?" He asked continuing to write information down. 
    "No, but I know Foxy did it."
    "Do you have any proof that this "Foxy" did indeed kidnap him?"
    "Well, no, but-"
    "If you do not have proof then I cannot do anything to him. Anyway, how long has this "Bonnie" been missing?"
    "A couple of hours," I answered getting irritated.
    He put his notepad down, "Okay, there is nothing I can do for you. A person has to be missing for at least 48 hours for me to set out a search party. Here's my card. If he comes back or if he's still missing after 48 hours, give me a call. Anyway, I have another emergency to get to so I've got to go. Have a good evening."
    He walked away.
    I stood there dumbfounded, 'Have a good evening!? How the fuck am I supposed to have a good evening when my boyfriend was just kidnapped?! He didn't even do anything to help me. He didn't even listen to what I had to say. What the fuck do I do now!?'