Why-A Merome Story

Chaper 9

Jerome's P.O.V.

Mitch is asleep on the couch, so I decide to go for a walk. I write him a note just before walking out of the door and outside.

I watch my feet as I walk. The dead leaves crunch under my black vans each step I take. At least it is pretty nice out.

I round the corner that leads out if my neighborhood. I'm not sure where I'm going, so I just walk until I arrive at some trail that leads into the woods that boarder the road. Being curious, I walk down the path.

Eventually, I show up in some clearing. There is a picnic table in the center, but otherwise there is just some grass, flowers and trees.

Perfect.

I sit on top of the table and close my eyes. Mitch would really enjoy it here I think. I could probably set up a really nice date here. Or at least it would be a good place to blow stuff up.

"Jerome." A voice says. I open my eyes and realize Loui is standing in front of me. I give him a warm smile. He doesn't reply though, he just gets a look of pure terror in those bright green eyes. It almost looks like he is about to cry.

"I'm so sorry." He whispers and looks past me. I turn to see a tall guy with floppy hair and ice blue eyes.

Luke.

"Well, well, well. Look who it is. Little Aceti..." He says with a smirk. "What do you want?" I growl him. He lets out a laugh before staring directly at me. "Where's your boyfriend now, huh?"

After that, everything goes black.

Mitch's P.O.V.

When I open my eyes, I see light pouring in through the living room window. I sit on the edge of the couch. Jerome must've gone to bed last night.

As I look around, the house seems...different. It's almost as if something is missing. Then I get a horrible feeling and run upstairs into Jerome's room.

I search the entire room, but I don't see him anywhere. I run through the house screaming his name and checking everywhere.

I stop when I see a note lying on the table. It's Jerome's hand writing (crappier than usual because its in pen) and it even has his signature.

It explains how he left to go for a walk. It also tells that he would wake me up when he got back. Then I finally realize that this note was written yesterday.

I grab my phone and dial Jerome's number, after a few rings there is a voice. "Uh, hello?" I recognize the voice from somewhere, but I don't know where. I hear someone scream from in the background... it sounded oddly like Jerome.

"Where's Jerome?!" I yell slamming my hand on the table. The other person doesn't reply for a moment. "Where. Is. He." I say again through gritted teeth.

"I'm so sorry, Mitch. Jerome is with me." They say and I here another scream. "I'm keeping him with me and my employer until..." The voice pauses. "Until you realize that Jerome is a mistake."

And with that, the line goes dead.

I throw my phone into the couch. "Jerome!" I yell, knowing he can't hear me. I drop to my knees and burry my head into my hands. "I need you..." I whisper through sobs.

I need to find him.