Eddie's POV:
Juicy has been missing for nearly a whole week. I've only just found this out yesterday from the police on a phone call. That explains why he hasn't answered any of my calls and why I have seen him in days. How did this even happen? I miss him. I need him. He's the only person I need to survive. And now he's gone somewhere all alone? My God, I wish this wasn't real. I pace back and forth around my living room before my peace was disturbed by my phone ringing. The police again. I don't even hesitate to answer the phone and put it on speaker. "Hello?" I say, waiting for the other voice on the line to say something like 'Your friend Gaege is dead. We're so sorry.' Or something like that. "Hello again, Eduardo. We have updates on your friend. He's alive. We found him about two hours ago. Luckily, his phone was still active for that amount of time, and we managed to track his IP address from his phone and plot the location onto Google Maps, and find his exact location. We got extremely lucky and managed to confirm that he's safe and sound." The cop explains. I feel a wave of relief wash over me when he says that, and I instantly say my thanks. "So can you send me his current location so I can find him myself?" I questioned, not sure if this was a good idea. "Of course. This is your friend's life, after all. I'm sending it to you now." He replies before I hear my phone vibrate. "Perfect, thank you so much for finding him. I appreciate it." I say hanging up on him and quickly ran to my car and drove straight away to find Juicy. After only fifteen minutes of driving round the block, I found him wandering the streets by himself. He was covered in dirt scratches and dust, and his clothing ripped in some areas. I hopped out of the car so fast I nearly tripped and ran up to Juicy, hugging him so tightly to make sure he would disappear again. I broke down into tears holding him in my arms. "Juicy. Where were you!? I thought you were dead!" I yell out loud, not caring if anyone else could hear me. He wraps his arms around my back, digging his face into my chest. "I felt like I was being followed, so I ran away as fast as I could so he couldn't find me. How long has it been?" He asks me not to realise how long it's been since he was gone. "Nearly a whole week, Juicy. A whole fucking a week!" I emphasise how long it's been. "Jesus Christ. I thought it was only a day." He blankly stares at something not recollecting the aspect of time. "I'm just glad you're here." I simply say bringing him back to the car and driving him back to my house for fresh clothes, a shower, and some food. It was so scary, but the police managed to find him, and that's all that matters.
