Warning [5SOS]

Goodbye

There Michael was. An hour later and still sitting in his same seat at the bar, not even finished his first shot. He closed his eyes and thought to himself how to be a better person but the ideas never came to mind on how to improve, he was simply broken and unfixable. Just as he was about to mentally list the reasons of why he was worthless, his phone rang. His eyes shot open and he looked down at the caller ID surprised to see Melissa's name come up on the screen "hello?" He asked bringing the phone to his ear.

"Michael! Have you seen Melissa? Is she with you?" Greendale's worried voice asked through the phone.

"Uh..no..but I just left her room" he admitted "why? Is everything okay?"

Greendale sighed with sadness "no, I can't find her anywhere! She's not home! And her phone is in her room, there's also blood on the carpet next to the window, god dammit!" He yelled frustrated.

Michael swallowed "blood? Why would there be blood? I just left and she was..fine"

"I don't know, did she say goodbye or anything to you? Maybe give a hint if she was going out?"

"No, but she did yell at me a lot and say she didn't love me anymore" Michael said sadly.

The other end of the line was quiet.

"Greendale?" Michael asked making sure he hadn't hung up.

"Sorry just thinking..." He trailed off into thought again "do you have a leather jacket?"

"What?" Michael asked confused.

"Do you?"

"Uh, yeah"

"How many pockets does it have?"

"Greendale, what does-"

"How many pockets?" He repeated.

"I don't know uh..two?"

"This one has four" Greendale said "meet me at the house, fast"

Michael ended the call and stuffed his phone in his pocket "thanks" he said to the bartender leaving his change on the table.

He burst through the doors of the bar and his mind chattered with ideas. He knew he couldn't run all the way to Melissa's house and he also knew that the unmanned motorcycle to his left was looking like the best option. Without further thought he hopped on the bike and started it.

The engine made a loud noise making the owner turn around with a freshly lit cigaret in his mouth "hey!" A big man yelled "that's my bike!"

Michael looked back "shit" He said quietly, putting on the helmet that was hanging on the Handel bar. He revved the engine not knowing what would happen next. To his surprise he drove off at unimaginable speed and managed to stay upright..for now. He zoomed down the street and swerved in between cars like the game lane splitter he had on his phone. After a few close calls of getting nicked by cars he was turning onto the Greendale's street and pulling up in front of their house.

Michael stopped the bike followed by a screech of tires leaving black marks on the pavement. He took the helmet off and placed it on the handle bars as he found it. He swung his leg over and put the kickstand down. After making sure the bike didn't tip over he ran to Greendale's front door and pounded vigorously demanding it to be opened.

"I know who took her" Greendale said opening the front door "the leather jacket had a wallet in the pocket"

"And.." Michael hinted for more information.

"Brady" he finished holding up the brown wallet and revealing his drivers license "Brady took her"

Greendale handed it to Michael who opened it up to dig for more clues "I knew that bastard was up to something" He came across a piece of folded paper with writing in blue ink.