Why-A Merome Story

Chapter 12

Hey guys, guess what???? Im SICK! Yay. ( -small voice in background- booooooo!) Any way, why not sneeze my eyeballs out while writing, eh? well, brace yourself...

Mitch's P.O.V.

When I woke up, Luke insisted that he should take me to some cabin in the middle if no where for a few days and 'get some fresh air'. If I wanted fresh air, I'd go outside. But no, I'm an idiot and agreed to go.

At the moment, I'm sitting on a crappy couch in the middle of a wooden house. Scratch that, this isn't a house. It's a shack.

There is one twin sized bed pushed into a corner and there are blankets draped across the floor as a substitution for a sleeping pallet.

Luke and Loui are making conversation about some football game, but I'm busy with my own thoughts.

All that's on my mind is Jerome. I can't get him out of my head. It's like he isn't actually gone. It's almost like he could just burst into the room and hug and kiss me, but I know that won't happen. Jerome Aceti, the love of my life, is dead.

A few hours pass of doing nothing and eating cold pizza until I say I'm going to bed. Loui and Luke tell me to take the bed, but I deny their requests and take a pallet my a small window in the corner. If I'm on the ground, at least I'm closer to Hell.

-time skip to 4:21 am-

I awake to a scream of pain. At first, I think I'm dreaming, so I grab one of my shoes and smash it into my forehead. I feel the pain, so I must be awake.

Sitting up, I glance around the room. Loui is asleep on a pallet across the small room, but I can't see Luke anywhere.

I hear the scream again and stand up. I notice that it was louder when my head was against the floor... is there a cellar here?

A small door with a rusty handle was calling my name all day, so I went over and yanked it open. There was a flight of wooden stairs leading down into a dark room with a single light bulb lighting the area. I can clearly seeing crouching near some cage thing, but I can't see who is inside of it.

Since no one has noticed me, I sit down on the top step, listening Nd watching Luke and the mystery person.

"Please, let me go!" the locked up person says. Their voice is raspy. It's like they've lost their normal voice from screaming so much. Their voice is unrecognizable.

Luke lets out a laugh. "I can't do that. He's upstairs you know... but he can't hear you pleading for help. No one can." Luke stands up and crosses his arms. He looks at the second person. "I'm sorry, but it looks like he's all mine now..."

Who's upstairs? Who is "all his"? Who on Earth is this crazy man keeping captive???

I see Luke turn towards where I'm sitting. I try to run, but its too late. Luke sees me, and before I know it, I'm being pulled into the cellar.

Luke throws me onto the ground. I feel my tailbone hit the ground, and I instantly feel the pain. It's either bruised, or broken.

"What are you doing?" Luke asks harshly. I wince in pain as he picks me up by my shirt. "Why were you spying on us?"

"Mitch...." the raspy voice says. My head jerks in that direction and I see something that both makes me unbelievably happy, but it shatters

my heart into a million pieces.

It was Jerome.

A/N:

Are you happy now? I updated ^.^

Sneeze count while writing this: 12 sneezes

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-Hstyler