Jeremike: The Storm's End.

Chapter 19

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Mike's POV

     I looked around. No Jeremy. "Jeremy?" No answer. I found a slip of paper and a rose. Mike, I went to get groceries. We ran out of milk and eggs so I figured I'd get some. -Jeremy. What? I'm going to look for him. It's Winter for God's sake! He must be freezing! I jumped in my car. It took me around fove minutes to stop at the nearest grocery store. I walked to the customer service. "Have you seen a short boy with a oversized green sweater by any chance?" The lady turned. Her nametag read Brooke. ( Sorry Celina I had too. ) "Unfortunately no. Do you want me to call his name over the overhead?" I nodded. She turned to the intercom her brown ponytail turned with her head. "His name?" I opened my mouth to reply. "Jeremy Fitzgerald." She squealed. "What a cute name!~" ( Celina don't kill me. ; - ; My name is Brooke. I'm so sorry ) "Jeremy Fitzgerald please come to the customer support center. Jeremy Fitzgerald please come to the customer service center." After a long wait of twenty minutes we gave up. She turned and shrugged. Eh she's kind of annoying. She frowned. "Sorry I wasn't any help. Could I call if I find him?" I nodded handing her my phone number and walked off.

Jeremy's POV

     I didn't know what was happening. A tall man laughed. "W-Who. . .?" I looked around. "Hi Jeremy~"  I struggled to pull free but my hands were tied to what seemed to be a chair. I noticed he tied me to a chair. He chuckled. He had something in his hand. Cloth? He tied it around my mouth. I screamed what had turned to muffles. "Now. Time to tell me what I need to know. If you don't, I won't take off the cloth." I nodded. He untied the cloth. "Where is Mike Schmidt." The man had a knife." I noticed his eyes were white and skin was unnaturally purple. "W-Why?" He put the knife up too my neck. "Because I need too know you pile of trash."  I didn't have any defense. "Mike!"  I screamed. I didn't have anything else to do. "H-Hel-" The man punched me in the stomach. I grew limp and weak. "Tell me NOW!" I had to face it. I'm going to lie. "He's at 65 Horrible road." ( Heh "So they say" am I right Celina? ) That's where my dad lived. I was hoping he'd walk into an empty house. He untied the chair. "Run along you trash." He made me fall as he kicked the chair. I layed on the ground struggling to get up, he kicked and punched me. I put my hand in front of my face quivering. "Now leave!" I ran out. I limped home. The man was right. I was a peice of trash. A car stopped. "J-Jeremy?" I noticed I fell.

Mike's POV

     "Jeremy? What happened?" Blood trickled from Jeremy's forehead. "M-Mike. . .?" Jeremy coughed, Causing him to shiver. I picked him up bridal style, setting him in the passenger's seat. "M-Mike are we g-going h-home?" Jeremy tried to speak. "Y-Yeah." I was worried. W-What the hell happened to him?