Gone

Tracking Them Down?

*Tré POV*

Mike and I were lazing around in the living room, watching TV. Everything, every news story was Billie and his abduction.

Good job Mike was asleep.

I turned the TV off, growling.

Suddenly my phone went off, and loudly. Mike jumped awake, hand on his chest.

"Sorry," I apologised before answering. "Hello?"

"Tré? We... We have something you'll want to see." Alex said.

"What is it? Do they want a ransom? They can have it!" I said.

"It's not that. Just, come down here." I hung up and pulled Mike up too, both of us getting in the car. Alex was waiting for us, a laptop positioned in front of him. Mike wouldn't look. I went forward and peered at the screen. It was blank.

"You ready?" Alex asked. I nodded and Mike decided he wanted to see, so snuck up next to me, as Alex moved away so we could see.

A dark room flashed onto the screen.

I peered closer and saw a figure in the corner, curled up.

It was Billie.

I saw the black hair, tousled and messed up.

He was a mess.

He was also asleep.

"Can he hear us?" I asked. Alex shook his head.

"We can hear him though." Alex said. I watched as Billie woke up, and sighed. He tugged at his hands and feet, which were tied up. He gave up and fell asleep again, clearly exhausted. Suddenly I heard someone enter the room, wearing black. They obviously had their face covered, and were clearly male. They walked over to Billie and towered above him. Mike grabbed the table, knuckles going white.

"If they touch him, I swear to fucking god," he muttered, just loud enough for me to hear. They did touch him.

The person in black raised their hand and slapped it swiftly across Billie's face. Billie Joe protested and they punched him in the eye.

"Stop!" Billie shouted. The person laughed.

"You don't get it, do you Billie Joe? You're mine now. You have to do what I say. No one can save you," The man said. Then he laughed, a cruel laugh. "Hell, they probably don't even know you're gone." He said. He walked off and I heard Billie crying.

He hardly ever cried. I couldn't imagine what he was feeling.

"He's crying," Mike noted, his voice soft. "He's crying and I can't help him..' I patted his shoulder.

"We do have good news. The abductor may have been smart enough to put a camera on Billie Joe so we could see him, but he wasn't smart enough to take the tracker off." Alex said.

My eyes widened.

"You know where they're at?" I asked.

"It had about 23 matches. They are checking them as we speak." Alex said, before suggesting that I took Mike home, as he didn't look for to be here anymore.

He was right, Mike looked tired.

He had huge black circles around his eyes, and messy hair. He hasn't shaved and I had forced him to shower this morning. He didn't care.

He just wanted Billie Joe home.

But 23 places wasn't a lot.

They could find him.