Finding Michael / Kidnapped sequel

chapter three - cold bed

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Luke woke up to a cold bed. He sighed and check the clock. It was one o'clock and he couldn't say he was surprised since he didn't fall asleep until late. He then thought of Michael. He was probably in the shower or down at the restaurant. And then he thought for a minute. The shower wasn't on.

Luke got up and walked to the bathroom and knocked. "Michael?" 

Nothing.

He opened the door slowly and looked around. When he didn't see anything he sighed. He threw on some fresh clothes and shoes and left the room, making sure he had his key. He walked down to the motel restaurant and looked around. He was stopped by a waitress.

"Can I help you?" She asked, twirling her hair in her finger.

"Hi yeah you can actually," Luke nodded. "Have you seen a boy? He's not hard to miss. He has lavender hair, dresses different, he's small."

"No, I haven't," The girl giggled, leaning towards Luke. "Is he your friend?" 

Luke looked down at the girl with bored eyes. "Boyfriend."

Luke rolled his eyes at the girls shocked expression and walked out of the restaurant. He checked with the check-in lady and then the pool but still nothing. The car was still there. Luke sighed and started to get nervous. He walked back into the motel room and pulled out his phone. He dialed Michael's number and then heard his ringtone.

Luke chuckled. Michael was just playing some joke and just hiding. The sound was coming from under the bed. He kneeled down next to the bed.

"What a shitty hiding place, Michael," Luke chuckled as he lifted the the bed skirt and looked under.

Except, to his surprise, it was just Michael's phone. Luke stood up and picked it up. But when he stood up, something caught his eye. A note.

Luke sat down on the bed and picked it up. He held it in his now shaking hand. 

I love you. -M 

Luke let out a shaky breath. He looked at the note and the crumpled it up. He stood up and threw the note into the garbage can, letting out a scream.

What happened to getting away together? He couldn't go on without Michael. And Michael must have left by foot, so he couldn't have gone far. 

Luke hurried out of the motel and into the car. He spent the next three hours driving around the small city to try and find Michael, but there was no luck. He knew the boy could be anywhere. He decided to go back to motel because he knew there was no way he could do this alone.

Luke sat on the bed and pulled out his phone. He dialed a number he hadn't in ages and put the phone to his ear, hearing the ring. His heart rate quickened when heard the too familiar voice of his best friend on the other end.

"Calum," Luke breathed out.

"Luke?" Calum asked, as if he wasn't sure it was him.

"Hi," Luke whispered.

"Luke, what the hell happened to you? You dropped off the face of the earth for five years! I called your number and it said your phone had been disconnected, for all I knew you could have been dead!" Calum ranted.

"I went to jail," Luke said.

"What the hell? For what?" Calum asked.

"Look, I don't have time to play catch up, where are you?" Luke asked.

"I'm with Ashton, why? Are you okay?" Calum panicked.

"No, where are you?" Luke pushed.

"Uh," Calum paused, as if he was looking for it. "We're in Utah, why?"

"Look, I don't care about your financial state, I need you to pack up your stuff and get on the next flight to Logan, Nebraska. I have money, don't worry about it," Luke said.

"What's going on Luke?" Calum worried. "You're starting to freak me out."

"I'll explain later," Luke said, voice breaking. "Just please hurry."

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