Grand Theft Autumn

Chapter 31

Pete's POV

Was it an actual thing that kidnappers did, putting a black bag over your head? It made sense, I guess, but it always seemed so cliche. But here I was, with a bag over my head. I think I was in a van.

I have no idea how it all turned around this quickly.

One moment, I was walking outside, about to go into the diner. Then, I got hit over the head by something blunt, and I was out. A few minutes ago, I woke up. I was in a car, sitting on the floor. My legs and hands were tied, and there was a bag over my head. There was no sound, except for the car engine. I had no idea where I was, or how many people were in the car with me.

My only guess was that the gang had gotten me. I hope Natasha would have a plan B. As of right now, I had to keep my mouth shut.

Before I could think of anything else to do, the car came to a lurching stop that make me go sliding across the floor. A door opened and I heard voices, people yelling. Someone grabbed me by the legs and pulled me out of the car. Two more people grabbed each arm while the rope around my legs was untied. They yanked me along and I followed, stumbling every so often.

I was scared. I was honestly, truly scared. I had no idea where I was, and I had no idea of how to contact Natasha, or help. I didn't know who had me, or what they were going to do. I was really fucking scared.

A door creaked open and I was shoved through. I stood still as someone pulled off the bag over my head.

I squinted as my eyes adjusted to the light, even though the room was dimly lit. It seemed to be a main room, with other hallways sprouting off from it.

I was correct about one thing though. The gang had definitely taken me. The stench of smoke and drugs was almost overwhelming. There were a few people in the room, but none of them paid mind to me.

Two men pushed me forward, leading me down a hallway.

We were only walking for a few moments when a door opened. Someone walked out of it, talking.

Brown hair. Tight jeans. Bruises around the wrist.

"Na-" I started to say until I was interrupted by someone jabbing me in the side. Natasha turned around at my cry of pain, startled. Our eyes met, and Natasha looked scared.

What was she doing here? Had she been taken as well? Oh God.

Before either of us could do anything, I was pushed forward again. I resumed walking, debating whether I should look back.

"No talking." One of the men behind me said. I flexed my arms, feeling the anger build up. The rope around my wrists were too tight. There was no way that I could get out.

One of the men behind me went in front of me, and started leading the way. Assuming I was supposed to follow him, I walked a bit faster to catch up.

He led me up some stairs, and I got a bit lost. We weaved in and out of rooms, and the smell of smoke started to make me feel sick.

I thought that I saw the orange hair guy who beat me up days ago, but I am not sure. Wait.

Patrick was most likely in this building. Oh my God. He was probably here. Where was he? I twisted my head around, half expecting him to come strolling out of one of the rooms.

Finally, we stopped. We were in the middle of the hallway, but no one else was up here. It was much quieter compared to downstairs, which was somewhat nice. It also brought a sense of uneasiness, because I didn't know what was going to happen.

A bag was pulled over my head, making me stumble backwards. It wasn't the same bag as before, it was darker. In the other one I could at least see light, but now I was completely oblivious to everything. I started to raise my hands to see if I could feel the walls, but they were smacked down.

"Hands by your sides. Walk forwards." A voice barked. Biting my lip, I slowly and hesitantly began to walk forward. There was another creaking of a door opening, and I believe I walked through it.

I heard someone start to speak, but their voice was muffled. I tried to calm myself down so I wouldn't start shaking. I was terrified.

Someone sat me down in a chair, and I was tied to it. I heard some noise from the other side of the room, but I tried to block it out. I hung my head down, and tried to think.

God, Brendon would freak out if he didn't see me today. I told him I would meet him later. My only hope is Natasha, but she has been captured as well!

Patrick, oh God. I will never not regret not being fast enough. If I somehow make it out of this, I am not leaving without Patrick. No way.

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Patrick's POV

When the men started leading another person into my room, naturally I freaked. What the hell was going on?

When I noticed the person's similarities to Pete (height and body type), I began to freak out even more. But one of the other men grabbed me, and covered my mouth. I watched as they tied up the man into the chair, and then, they just left. The one who had been holding me let me go, and closed the door behind him.

The person hung his head low, and it almost sounded like they were mumbling. I took a few steps towards them, and tried to figure out what to do.

After a few seconds of panicking, I yanked the bag off of their head. They jerked their head up, and I fell to my knees.

Pete. Pete, it was Pete oh God it was Pete. He was here, they had gotten him.

He looked tired as hell, and scared but shocked to see me. Still on my knees, I started to reach out my arm to touch his face, but jerked my hand back at the last moment.

"Pete?" I couldn't even talk above a whisper if I wanted to. "Oh, oh," My voice faltered. "Pete, are you okay?" I couldn't forgive myself if they had given him any drugs.

I scanned his body, and grabbed the rope that was tying his hands. I started to pull at it, desperate to remove it.

"P-Patrick?" Pete stammered, his eyes still frozen on my face. I looked back up at him, smiling slightly.

"Yeah. Hey. Are you okay? Did they give you any drugs?" Pete shook his head.

"No, they just hit me on the head... Are you okay?" I shrugged, focusing on the ropes again. I managed to get one untied, but the other one was a more complex knot.

"At the moment. I can try and get you out of here, okay?" Pete stiffened at my words.

"No, I am not leaving without you." Pete sat up, straining against the ropes. "Patrick," I looked back up at him again, and cursed myself for it. He looked so goddamn helpless, and I shouldn't be falling for him even more right now, this was the worst time- "Patrick, I love you."