Don't take my memories~Drier

Chapter Thirty- Every Tower Raised To The Ground

Kier's PoV
I couldn't get Drewie of my mind. Ever since the moment in the storage cupboard, my feelings seemed only to have strengthened and every waking moment was spent dreaming of him, thinking of him, aching for him. The nights weren't much better either. Drew was in every single one of my dreams, like a perfectly formed ghosts. Sometimes we'd be happy, dancing like a normal couple in the pub or on a romantic getaway, some would be less happy; he'd be crying and sobbing as he looked up at me, a stranger on his big brown eyes, screaming at me to leave me alone and not to come any closer to his huddled figure. Regardless of which one it was, I would wake up sweating in the dark hours of the morning, scrambling around on the bed for him. Drew was like my drug, and currently, I was in withdrawal and showing all the classic signs of an addict battling through rehab.

Tonight, I had dreamt of the storage cupboard. It had just been a minute or two we had been there, but in my dream, it had stretched out into a perfect eternity. I had woken up sweating and stared longingly at my alarm clock for two hours, wishing for it to morph into Drew's perfect face in front of my tired eyes. I wanted him here with me, so so much. But he couldn't be. He was stuck in the hospital, pratically bound and chained, whilst I had been forced to run back to my home town and spend my days alternating between my crummy job in a corner shop and university lectures that had once enticed me, but now had me dreaming of better days. It had only been a week, yet already, it felt like far too long.

Realising I wasn't going to get much sleep, I clambered out of bed, stifled a yawn and made my way over to my desk, deciding I might as well pass the hours by getting some work done. I sat on my chair and opened up my laptop, ready for a other fruitless night of staring at the Facebook profile and trying to talk myself into sending this Shane guy a message.

After my little meeting wth Drew, I had fulfilled his request and snuck into the records room, under the pretence of going to the toilet before being escorted from the premises. I had only had a few minutes for my operation, but it went without a hitch and I had successfully emerged with Drew's visitation file. On that list, there was only one name. Shane Sumner.

Hurriedly, I logged onto Facebook. The minute I got on it, I tapped the mousepad and the search bar and selected the first profile that popped up, having done this so many times before that I didn't have to double check the name or profile picture - I knew it was him. I knew this sounded stalkerish, but messaging him out of the blue about Drew without ever having met the guy seemed a little odd. I needed to know more about him.

Trying to ignore how intrusive this was to this guys privacy, I clicked on his photo album and began to scroll through his photos, looking for anything out of ordinary. In recent years, he hadn't uploaded much except the occasional profile pictures, in which there was no smile, only the look of someone who had been alone for a long time. On previous nights, I had stopped at this point, deciding there was nothing remotely interesting on this guys social media account. This night, however, I decided to persist and clicked on the file labelled '2008', pulling a half discarded glass of wine towards me, taking a hefty swig as I waited for the website to load on my crappy wifi.

The screen eventually loaded, filled with way more photos than I had ever expected. Each one of them seemed to contain two smiling boys, grinning naively at the camera and seemingly latched onto each other, either in the form of hugging or grasping each other hands. They looked so fresh, so undamaged by the world. They had hope. There was no doubt about that. The boy who I was stalking eyes lit up, but they were never aimed at the camera, they were aimed at Drew. The other males hair was much longer and wild, his clothes much more edgier than his hospital garb and his skin was less clear, but there was no mistaking it. The hospital files weren't lying or a fake planted by Luke to confuse us. They were real, which meant this man had once been a vital part of Drew's life.

More than just a friend too, judging by those photos. My stomach dropped. He had a boyfriend all this time, who he was possibly still with and most definitely still liked, and here I was, pining hopelessly after him like some love sick puppy, actually believing we had the slightest chance of being together one day. It shouldn't hurt me this much that I had found Drew's sweetheart. I should want the two to get back together and for Drew to be happy, right? Then why did I feel so upset?

Stop being selfish Kier, Drew finally has a chance of getting out of this place, if that Shane guy is willing to fight for him. That means you're one step closer to figuring Drew out! That's what you wanted from the start, right?

Ignoring my internal battle, I clicked on the message button on Shane's profile and began typing, letting my fingers run over the keyboard, not thinking to check what they put.

Kier kemp- Hey mate, I know this sounds weird and all, coming from a stranger at two in the morning, but do you happen to know anyone called Drew Woolnough?

I wasn't expecting an immediate reply. Nevertheless, I got one.

Shane Sumner- Hi, erm, I don't know how you have contacted me, but if you're working for Mr Illingworth and you're trying to check, I won't come back the hospital again, don't bother.

Kier Kemp- I don't work for Mr Illingworth, at least not anymore

Shane Sumner- I don't understand?

Kier Kemp- I was an intern from the local university as I'm training to become a doctor. I worked under Mr Illingwirth for a little while, and during that time, I got really close to Drew. During the time we spent together, he made me promise I'd find you and tell you he loves you

Shane Sumner- that's insane, Drew can't remember who I am anymore. He hasn't thought about me for years.

Kier Kemp- I don't know if that's what you've been told by the hospital, but if you have, I can assure you that's a lie. Me and Drew had a long talk about this, he even told me how to convince you this is real.

Shane Sumner- and how can you do that?

Kier Kemp- easily. Do you remember when you took Drew ice skating for his birthday and he got embarrassed about something for an hour and completely clamped up? He told me what that reason was so I could prove that this was real

Shane Sumner- I remember

Kier Kemp- he told you he couldn't ice skate, was that correct? And you didn't fully believe him until he went on that ice and fell straight onto his arse!

Shane Sumner- he used to tell me off for laughing about that incident years later...just say I believe you, I assume there is something more you want from me than just to tell me he still loves me?

Kier Kemp- he instructed me to say those words and nothing else, but that's not the only reason I'm contacting you. I need your help to get him out of there, or for you to at least tell me anything you know about his condition.

Seen, 2:43. The minutes ticked by. 2:50. Was I too forward? 2:55. Did he not care abut Drew? 3:00. Had he gone to call like and grass me in? 3:10. Had he gone to call the police about my escape pl-.

My thoughts were cut off by a message notification.

Shane Sumner- I can't promise anything I know will be of much use, or any at all, but meeting you can't hurt. I'm free tomorrow for lunch. How about kings pub, 12:30