Remember Me ~ A Merome Fan-Fiction

Chapter 3 - The Search for Jerome

Mitch's POV

~Part 1~

~ A few hours later and the crying has stopped. I hear a faint knock on my bedroom door.

"Hello?" I wobbly ask. Ty peaks his head in.

"Here's some pizza if you want it." Ty places the paper plate with three slices of pizza on my desk.

"Thanks." I mumble with a brittle voice as Ty leaves. I drag myself to the pizza. I didn't realize how hungry I was.

~ Jerome didn't come home that night. What am I going to do? I lay awake in my bed and stare up at the ceiling. After an hour of trying to fall asleep, I get up and open my copy of Call of Duty: Ghosts. Two hours into the game and my eyelids start to flutter.

~ It's been two weeks since I last seen Jerome and I'm starting to get worried. He hasn't called and nobody knows where he is.

"Should we call the police?" Ian asks aloud. Jason shakes his head.

"Would they even care?" Jason asks.

"Guys, Jerome is probably with Louise on their honeymoon. They must of eloped." Sky explains, trying to calm us down.

"Wouldn't he have told us first?" Quentin adds. I nod, "That's not like Jerome, not telling us." Ty shakes his head in agreement. I pull away from my chair and stand up.

"I'm going to go find him." The guys look around at each other without speaking.

"Okay, but I'm coming with you." Sky demands.

"If Sky's going, then I-I coming too." Ty quickly speaks up. I shake my head in frustration.

"No, I have to do this on my own."

"Mitch." Sky gives me a stern look.

"What if you get hurt?" Quentin asks. "Let Adam go with you, for protection." I groan.

"Fine." I mutter. Sky and I get ready by packing a small back-pack with all the essentials. We're leaving in the morning.

~Part 2~

Jerome's POV

~ I wake up in a dark, frigid basement. It has an ominous feeling to it. I'm tied to a chair and pain penetrates through my body. The rhythmic clicking sound of high heels fill the room and echoes off the walls. The sounds get closer and I start to panic. A cold, smooth hand touches my cheek. It's Louis' hand.

"How are you feeling, babe?" She asks softly. I ignore her. Mostly because my throat feels like it's on fire.

"Oh, your going to ignore me? Fine." A few minutes later she speaks up again.

"Jerome, sweetie, how's the gash?" Huh, what gash? Then I feel sticky, thick liquid on my forehead and the wave of pain floods me. I wince and Louise laughs devilishly. The sound makes me shiver and it sends chills up my spine. I just want to go home and be in Mitch's arms.

"Do you know why you are here?" Louise asks me. I shake my head slightly.

"You don't remember?!" I can imagine her eyes widening in amazement. She starts laughing again as the burning in my throat gets stronger. Louise notices my struggle.

"Yeah, we poured bleach down your throat. Funny, huh?" Ugh, I hate her laugh. It sounds so demonic. A few seconds later the recognition of her words hit me. We? Who's she working with?

"I almost forgot! Here, your food. You must like dog food, right? I mean, you are a filthy bacca!" She forces the dog food down my throat and I choke. Bile rises in my throat and I puke all over myself. That's when I start to cry. I hope Mitch finds me.