How To Save Rock And Roll

Chapter 3 - I feel safe here

Pete was in the hallway of his apartment, pacing back and forth while running a hand through his hair.
A worried expression marked his face.
It's 8:50pm and he just got back from Patrick's apartment.
He called Joe and Andy in the car, asking them to meet him at his place.

The doorbell rang. Pete went to the door and opened it.
Joe and Andy were standing outside.

"So, why did you call us? You sounded so worried on the phone. What's happening?" Joe asked as he and Andy entered Pete's apartment.
"I think something happened to Patrick, I... I think he got kidnapped!" Pete exclaimed as he followed the guys to the living room.
"What makes you think that?" Andy questioned.
"He was so sad this morning when Y/N left him, so I asked him to come to my apartment tonight, and when an hour passed and he still hasn't come, I went to his apartment. And when I got there, his fedora was lying on the ground, in front of his door." He nodded towards the hat sitting on his coffee table, "And his keys were still in the lock."
The guys looked at him with a confused look.
"You've got to believe me, guys! We need to find Patrick!"
"Maybe there's fingerprints on the hat, we should go to the police." Joe remarked, taking the hat.
"Yeah, I agree," Pete said.

They left the apartment and got into Pete's car.
As they were driving to the police station, a black van started to follow them, driving closer and closer, until it was close enough that it started hitting Pete's bumper.

"Oh fuck! Stop!" Pete shouted as he hit the horn.
The van bumped into them once more but this time accelerated, pushing Pete's car forward.
"What the fuck! What is he doing?" He shouted, trying to stop the car by pressing the brake pedal but it didn't do anything.
He slammed down on the horn again and looked into the rear-view mirror to see who's driving.
Joe grabbed Pete's arm and said "Pete! Pete look!"
Pete looked back at the road and saw another black van, this one driving right in front of them.
He turned the wheel on the side to avoid the van but it was too late - the car hit them.

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The people that kept you here, that kidnapped you, Patrick and the other musicians, gave a room to everyone, to make you feel like you were safe with them.

It was the morning and you were in your bed, with Patrick sleeping next to you.
Patrick woke up, a little groggy, as if he had been drinking all night.
He had a terrible headache and the light of the sun hurt his eyes.

"Hey, you're awake, honey?" You asked.
"Hmm, yeah." He mumbled, "Where am I?" He asked.
"I don't know." You said looking around, "They didn't tell any of us where we are." You marked a time before adding, "Can I tell you something?"
"Yeah, what?" He said, his head still on the pillow and his eyes still closed.
"It might be weird but...I feel safe here."
His eyes widened as he heard you and he straightened "Are you kidding me?"
"They treat us like royalty here. I know it's only been two days that I've been here, but..."
"But nothing! We're not safe here! They want us to kill people, to kidnap people!"
"They didn't say they wanted us to kill people." You murmured, looking down.
"Yeah, they said 'kill music', but killing music is like killing somebody. They're manipulating us, Y/N." He took your chin and tilted your head up so you were looking at him, "You don't know what you're talking about."
"What if you don't know what you're talking about? Yeah! Who knows what they did to you last night when they brought you into that room?" You snapped at him.
"What are you talking about?" He put his hand in his hair, trying to remember what happened last night, "I don't remember a thing!"