Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter Six

Patrick's POV

    I woke up tied in a chair. In a second, I went on defense. Keeping my head hung low, I tried to see where I was or what was going on. My wrists were bound to a metal chair with rope, and same with my legs. The floor was a dirty stone, and the pungent smell of cigarettes filled my nose. Was this... No, no way. It wasn't possible.

    Still, I kept my head down and pretended to be passed out. I tried to keep the panic down. Unexpectedly, a fist connected with my cheek. I jerked my head up, and winced. The man standing in front of me grinned. He was wearing a tank top, which might have at one point been white, but was now an ugly yellow. I looked around the room. It was dark, and looked gross.

    "Welcome back, Stump." At those words, my body froze. I knew him. I knew where I was.

    And I know that I was as good as dead.

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    Pete's POV

    Well, I lied. I said I was not going to drink, but here I was. The music was loud, but it was nice. It was a Wednesday, so it wasn't as crowded. I went out on the dance floor a few times, and pretty much just me just grinding against stranger. And I had enough drinks to not care that I had no idea who they were. I was not drunk, but past tipsy. I felt warm inside, and was having a little bit of trouble keeping my balance. I stumbled over to the bartender. His name was Mark.

"Hey, Maaarrk!" I shouted. Mark raised an eyebrow. I only giggled, and sat down on the barstool. "Can I have a pink drink? That sounds pretty," Mark shook his head.

"No more drinks. You are drunk." He said gruffly. I pouted.

"Mark! I thought we had something! Fine." I said. "Can I start a tab?" I asked, looking at the receipt he had slid across the table. I didn't have money on me at the moment, but I could come back later. Mark nodded, and set it up for me.

"Bye, Markipoo! See you later!" I shouted as I stumbled out of the bar, waving to the Mark. He just glared at me, but I knew he was a big fuzzy teddy bear. I think.

    I started to make my way to the motel, but I pretty soon realized that I was lost. The drinks were wearing off, and I was being to feel less warm. Quite cold, actually. I shivered, and looked around me. I had literally been in Glenview for one day, so I obviously did not recognize any of this place. It was late, so there was no one around. As I passed any alleyway, I heard shouting. Now, I wasn't as drunk as I was before, but was still tipsy. In my mind, it was good idea to look down the alleyway and make eye contact with some of the people there.

    There were three people standing in the alleyway, and if I can be frank, it looked like a drug deal. Welp. One of the men looked at me, and squinted, as if he recognized me. Shit. I forgot that I had to stay away from people. A smile grew on the man's face. He had orange hair.

    "Ey, boys. Look who it is." He said in a deep voice. The others looked at me. One had a scar on his cheek, and the other was missing some teeth.

    "Hey, isn't that Patrick's friend?" The one missing teeth asked. A chill went down my spine. What did that mean? Did they know Patrick?
    "Yup. He will catch a nice price, not to mention how Patrick will react to seeing his buddy." The man with orange hair laughed, and cracked his knuckles. What the hell were they talking about?

    I took a few steps back, but the others were quicker. They were at my side in a second, and quickly trapped me. Orange hair threw the first punch, which sent me falling into Scar-Face, who grabbed my arm and twisted it. I cried out in pain, and struggled to get out. Toothless, grinned. He kicked my stomach, knocking the air out of me. Scar-Face dropped my arm, and I hit the ground. The three circled me as I struggled to stand up. Once I was up, Orange Hair laughed.

    "Lookit that, he's trying to fight back!" Another punch in the face. Then an uppercut in the stomach. One more kick on the ribs.

    I fell onto the ground a final time, and started to close my eyes. I heard more fighting above me, and shouting. There was a female... I opened my eyes again to see that girl from the graveyard beating up the druggies.

    "Com'on, Nat. We are friends!" Orange hair said. The girl punched him, and he was pushed back.

    Five minutes later, the three men ran away. The girl leaned over me, looking at me. Her hair hung in her face, and she looked annoyed. After a few seconds of staring at me, she held out her hand. I took it, and with surprising strength, she pulled me up on my feet.

    "Hello, Pete. I am Natasha, and I just saved your ass. You can thank me later."