Ryan
“Ryan” I heart Pete shout out at me, he was running. He fell to his knees beside me. “Ryan, are you alright, what happened, where is Vicky?”
I looked up at him with the water smashing to my face “She… we have to find her” I turned over and struggled to get up, Pete put his hands on my arms to steady me.
“No, we have to get you home first mate, she’s probably at your flat” No she isn’t.
“She was with me, someone pulled her away, someone has her Pete” I looked at him and he put himself under my arm.
“We’ll get you to Richie’s and go from there. She’ll be fine Ryan”
It took us much longer to get to Richie’s than it did to get where we was.
When we got in the door, everyone was laughing. When they had there eyes on us, I knew I must of looked pretty done over, they just went silent. I walked over to the sofa and fell on it, all eyes still on my.
“What the fuck?” Richie asked, now ladies have gone, language comes out, how polite. “What happened to you? Where’s Vicky?”
“I got jumped, totally out, he took Vicky” I put my hand to the back of my head and it stung, luckily centuries of this, I get used to it. I looked at my hand and it leaked with blood. What did he hit- “I know who’s got her”
They all looked up at me “Who?” Carl asks.
“Quinton”
“How do you know that?” Pete asked
“Think about it, did any of you get him last night? No, I got wacked over the back of my head, same as what happened to… Vicky” It was hard to say her name. When you’ve loved someone for that long, it is hard to think of good and positive things, like she’s ok. All I can think about is what is Quinton doing to her.
“He has a point Pete” Richie said looking up at Pete. Pete kept his eyes on me. He was thinking, best friends for that long really proves it to me.
“Yeah, I can see that, but Mark’s lot will be with him, if we go over there all mouthy and fists flaring, it will cause something again, I don’t want that to happen”
“Not even for Vicky?” I asked in a voice I haven’t heard in 8 years, disgust.
He looked at me with strange confused eyes, I haven’t seen him with those ever. He must be very confused. “It’s Vicky, it isn’t Victoria. We protect Victoria”
I looked at him, with fury jumping inside me. I got up myself up with struggle “Well, I’m going to help Vicky” I made Vicky stand out.
“Listen Ryan, please, it’s way to dangerous” Richie said standing up in front of me.
“It wouldn’t if you helped me” I looked at him with hating eyes.
I walked towards the door, it was obvious they weren’t going to help me. It was still raining, it helped a bit, I cooled down, wiped the blood away from my face a bit.
I got to where I was hit, I need to use instinct, like I used to do. I Lowered my hand to the floor, I could feel his foot prints. This always helped when ever Victoria went on a run about. I got myself up and my legs took off towards where Quinton’s feet had touched earlier on this morning. I haven’t had to stretch my legs like this for a very long time and it probably showed. My legs went very funny underneath me and I fell on one knee. I calmed myself down and set myself off again.
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