Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter Three

Pete's POV

"It has been three days. Please tell me you know something." The police officer standing in front of me looked sympathetic, and I hated that.

"I am very sorry, Mr.Wentz. We have no leads, but we are still looking." Trying my best not to sneer, I turned away and started walking to my car.

The police didn't know anything. The concert was obviously called off, but the fans had no idea what was going on. Patrick's family and closest friends knew, and were all on the lookout.

Brendon probably freaked out the most out of Patrick's small ring of close friends. He had promised to start looking everywhere, and it took me, two police men, and Andy to convince him not to come down here. We didn't know if Patrick was kidnapped, so his kidnapper could be going for Patrick's friends.

We had no idea what was going on, and that infuriated me.

Once in my car, I slammed my hands on the steering wheel angrily.

"Ah!" I shouted. Andy and Joe were hanging out at their place (They shared a house close to mine). They had invited me to come over and have a beer, but I had declined. I had a plan, and it was going to happen today.

First stop, the bank. I peeled out of the parking lot, leaving skid marks. I had been returning to the town where Patrick went missing, checking around. No sign of him, and I was making sure not to be seen by any fans.

All of Fall Out Boy had been staying off of internet. There wasn't much that we could do, to be honest. Well, that goes for Andy and Joe, not me. I have the journal.

The journal made no sense. I had no idea who Lukas was, or what connection he had to Patrick.

Believe it or not, I found the lyrics to 'Where Is Your Boy Tonight'. They were scribbled down in what I have come to identify as Lukas' handwriting, with notes and a few words by Patrick. I was surprised, and even more confused.

I pulled into the first parking spot at the bank. Pulling on a baseball hat and sunglasses, I rushed to the ATM. I had to get multiple withdrawls, but in the end, I had $200,000. I could also get more money when I got there.

Second stop, the drug store. I ran across the street. Once there, I bought a pair of sunglasses (really big cheap ones that covered my face) and a bag of chips. I would have to take the bus to the airport.

My third and final stop, my house. I drove up into the driveway, and dashed into the house. Once inside, I found a duffel bag, and began to throw clothes in it.

In the journal, I found one lead.

It was an address. It was the last entry in the journal, leaving at least 20 pages blank. The page before it was filled with the words 'let's be alone together, babe.' over and over in Patrick's handwriting. It had been a few pages since I had seen Lukas's neat and tidy handwriting.

But this address, this may be the key to finding Patrick. It was an address in Glenview, where Patrick was born and grew up. After looking up the address online, I realized that it was a graveyard. Why would a graveyard be in this journal?

So, the obvious option was to go there, and find answers. I had no idea what I was going to do after that, but maybe I would find something. Was it a stupid idea? Hell yeah. Was there a chance I would get hurt? Hell yeah. Was there a chance I was going to find Patrick? Hell- Well, no, but I was hoping for the best.

Was I going to do it?

Hell yeah.

Finally. I was packed. I took my cell phone with me. I would try not to use it, but you never know. I had managed to get some things that prevented it from being tracked. I left my credit card on the counter. That would be easily tracked. That is why I got all of the cash.Okay, this was it.

Grabbing my duffel bag, I headed out the door. I decided to drive to the bus station, but then leave my car. In my car, my mind started racing.

Was it really this easy to disappear?

What if this is what Patrick did, he just up and leave? No, he wouldn't have done that, and definitely not leave this journal. Plus, Patrick wouldn't do that.

Was I really doing this? I pulled into a parking spot at the bus station, and sat in silence for a few seconds. My phone rang, making me jump. I picked it up. It was Brendon.

I sighed, but answered it. It may be a while until I speak to him again.

"What's up. Brendon?" I greeted, trying to sound nonchalant.

"How are you feeling?" Brendon went right for it.

"What do you mean? I am fine, Brendon." I replied.

"Fine? I am sorry, but I don't buy that bull. Your best friend is missing, and there are no leads. I know you are worse than fine." I rolled my eyes. Looking out the car window, I saw the bus pull up. Cursing under my breath, I got out of the car and collected my bag.

"Sorry, Brendon, I have to go." I started running towards the bus, praying I would get there in time.

"No- PETE-" I hung up, and put the phone in my pocket (which is difficult to do while you are running).

I made it just in time to catch the bus. I climbed on, and chose a seat at the back. I put my bag next to me, so no one would sit there. It would the worst thing if I was caught now, not when I was almost to the airport.

As the bus started moving, I put my earbuds in, and listened to music, trying to take my mind of the task at hand.

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????'s POV

He was waking up, but only for a few seconds every time. Whatever they gave him was strong, and long lasting. That was good, gave us time to plan and celebrate. To be honest, it was hard work getting him back in our clutches. But it was nothing that we couldn't handle. I had strict instructions to steer clear of him, to not let him see me... Yet. I wasn't stupid. I knew what they were going to do. Once Patrick was fully awake, he was not going to listen to them. But Patrick seeing me, that would make him vulnerable. I mean, last time I saw him... It was a long time ago, and we were both different people. That was exactly what we wanted. Patrick Stump was ours, for now. And I planned on keeping him there.