Lost and Found || Buddie

Chapter 3

When Evan came to he was confused, he was in the backseat of his keep and someone was driving. Wait, wasn't the jeep broken down?

"Who are you? Where are we going?" He asks the driver. He couldn't make out a face because it was too dark. Evan thought about moving but decided against it not knowing what the stranger would do. He was being kidnapped and he wanted to get out of it alive.

"Well look who's awake." It sounded like an older lady, he thought . "We're almost there."

Evan didn't know where "there" was. He was so confused and scared. "I'm supposed to be going to Boston. My sister is expecting me." He pleads.

The woman simply ignored him as she turned into a driveway and put the car in park. "Now, you're going to do as I say without a fight or there will be consequences. Understand?" She asks as she got out of the driver's seat and opens the back door, face to face with Evan now.

Nodding his head he slowly got out of the backseat as she had instructed. He let the woman drag him to a building, it looked like an abandoned house and she pulled him down to the basement where she had a room built. The room had a door with a special lock. "Make yourself at home." She says pushing him into a room and locking the door, walking upstairs.

Even looked at the door with a puzzled expression on his face. What the fuck was happening? He looked around the room and noticed a mattress lying on the floor with a pillow and blanket and then in the corner there was a bucket, a bathroom he assumed.

He had no idea how or why he was in this situation but he needed to get out of there, but how. He reached into his back pocket, remembering that's where he put his phone and pulled it out. No service.

—-

As the days went on, Evan did as he was told by the woman (who he still didn't have a name for) and a middle aged man who had nothing but bad intentions.

He had his phone hidden most of the time and only pulled it out in the middle of the night when he was sure his captors wouldn't come into the room.

Evan had been using his text messages with his best friend as a diary, something to keep himself sane until his phone inevitably died.

He had finally got the courage one day to ask the woman if he could have a notebook and a pen and she surprisingly brought him one the next day. He continued writing in the book like he was texting his best friend.

He had no idea how long he had been gone, he had no sense of time where he was at. "I hope someone's looking for me." He whispered one night to himself before he finally fell asleep.

—-

Evan had gotten used to the room in the basement fairly quickly. He knew he wasn't escaping anytime soon and he had to make himself somewhat comfortable. He did as he was told, taking the abuse and assault the pair dished out to him. He had only fought a handful of times and that only caused him to get injured.

But one day, four years later they let him go. Evan doesn't know why but they told him to get his things and follow them. He grabbed his phone that he had hidden under the mattress and the notebooks he had written in.

They put him in the back of an suv and drove him to the middle of nowhere and pretty much shoved him out of the car with his belongings. Stumbling, Evan took in his surroundings and broke down into sobs. He was free from those horrible people but he didn't know where he was. He didn't even know which way to start walking. Composing himself he chose a direction and started walking.

Evan didn't know how long he had been walking until a car pulled up next to him and rolled the window down. "Do you need a ride?" The middle aged woman asks and evan shakes his head. She looked nice enough but how could he trust a stranger after everything that happened to him the last few years. "Honey you don't look so well." She says to him and gestures to the passenger seat. "Get in and I'll drive you to the closest diner." And Evan finally gives in, climbing into the passenger seat of the car.

"Do you have a phone charger?" He asks and pulls his phone out of his pocket. He doesn't even know if it will charge after being dead for so long. The woman nods and hands him a charger cord and he plugs it in. He leans back in his seat as she starts driving.

—-

El Paso June 18th 2016

Eddie was home until he had to be deployed again in a couple of weeks. He was glad to be home, he really was but he was missing something. He was missing his best friend as they celebrated Christopher's birthday. He had always missed Evan.

"Babe, your phone is going crazy." Shannon comes up behind Eddie and places a hand on his shoulder. "Go check it. I'm not sure who or what it is, I didn't look." She says before he asks.

Eddie furrows his eyebrows as he walks away and grabs his phone, a flood of text messages popping through. "What the fuck?" He curses, causing Shannon's head to pop up beside him.

"What?" She asks as Eddie shows her his phone and the tons of texts messages he had received from none other than Evan Buckley, his best friend who was assumed dead years ago.

Evan: I don't know if any of these will go through, I don't have service where I'm at. I broke down somewhere in Kentucky and I was kidnapped. I'm in a basement in some sort of room that they built down here. But I figured I could use this as some sort of diary to keep myself sane while I'm down here. However long that may be..

Evan: dear diary, the woman introduced me to a man and I don't know how to hide the fact that I am terrified of him, of the things he did to me today. I don't know if I'm going to make it out alive.

Evan: dear diary, I wish I was back home. I miss my family and my best friend. God I miss Eddie so much. I wish I would've told him how I felt before I left to go to Boston that day. But anyways, he's going to be a great dad, I just know it. I wish I could be around to see it.

Eddie didn't read much more before looking at Shannon. "This is a sick joke." He says to no one in particular. "Someone is sending me messages from my dead best friend's number. This is sick." He shakes his head and slams his phone on the table.

"Eddie." Shannon says softly. "Maybe call the number? Or call the cops?" She suggests to her husband grabbing his hand. "Or I could call?"

"No. It's a fucked up joke. It's not really him, it can't be. It's been four years." He looked distraught, Shannon thought. Who was she kidding, he always looked that way whenever Evan was mentioned. Shannon had speculated that Eddie's relationship with his best friend was more than that but she never brought it up, not wanting to cause unnecessary arguments with her husband.

"Okay." She nodded and let it go, going back out to the living room where her parents and Eddie's parents were along with Christopher.

Eddie just sighed heavily and stared down at his phone as it began to ring and then shut it off. He was going to change his number tomorrow he decided. He didn't want anymore to do with the prank.