Full Of Love

Rescue pt.1

Patrick disappears and the guys have to find where he is. (881 words)

"Where's Patrick?" I asked, looking around the practice room only seeing Joe and Andy. He went to the bathroom an hour ago and hadn't come back yet. I was beginning to worry even more considering he hadn't replied to my texts or answered my calls. Patrick always answered me, he always had once we started dating.

"I don't know, he went to the bathroom-" Joe started, not even looking up from his phone. I mean, I'm his boyfriend, so I'm bound to be more worried, but he hadn't come back in an hour.

"-Yeah I know, he went to the bathroom an hour ago and he hasn't come back. I called and texted him. He didn't answer. He always answers. I'm really worried guys." I cut him off,  not being able to stand them being so careless. Patrick was their friend too.

"Chill Pete, knowing Pat, he probably went to get some food or something. And plus, he turns his phone off for practice, so that answers that. He'll be back eventually, just relax. Work on 'Young And Menace' so you know it when he gets back. How about that?" Andy said, rolling his eyes and going back to working on his drums. Why didn't they care?!

I didn't want to press it anymore, so I did as he said and worked on 'Young And Menace' until I memorized it-which took like 8 minutes because Patrick and I worked on it last night at his house. When I finished, I texted him again:

Me: 'Hey, Patrick. I'm worried, please text me and tell me you're alright. You've been gone for a really long time.'

He didn't answer me, again. I was becoming more and more worried, but also a little annoyed. He should've answered me by now.

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After sitting there worrying myself to death, I went to the bathroom to see if he was there. He wasn't, but there were scuff marks on the floor by the door, which I followed to the main door and out into the parking lot where they disappeared at the sidewalk. This made me even more worried. He could've been taken.

I ran back into the room where Joe and Andy were and started shouting. "GUYS THERE WERE SCUFF MARKS ON THE FLOOR ALL THE WAY TO THE SIDEWALK OUTSIDE!!!! WHAT IF PATRICK WAS TAKEN????"

"What!?" This time Joe looked up from his phone, and Andy stopped playing on his drums. "Wait, are you tricking us? Is this some stupid trick between you and Patrick?"

"NO I'M SERIOUS!! THERE ARE BLACK SCUFF MARKS- FROM SHOES -FROM THE DOOR INSIDE THE BATHROOM ALL THE WAY TO THE SIDEWALK OUTSIDE, COME LOOK!!" I screamed, storming out of the room with Joe and Andy at my heels.

When we got to the bathroom, they both began to worry. We followed the tracks out to the sidewalk and then began thinking of a plan.

"So, what in the hell do we do?" Andy asked, staring at the tracks.

"I don't know, we don't have a clue where they could've taken him to, so I don't know where to start." I replied, shaking my head.

"How do we figure out where they took him?" Joe piped in, being he only sensible one.

"I don't know..." I said, the initial freak dying down and turning into fear. But then I thought of something. "Wait! There's an old abandoned building on the corner, we could try there?" They all nodded and we grabbed our stuff.

On the way there, all I could think of was Patrick. Was he alright? Was he hurt? Did they kill him? What if they were expecting us and threatened to kill him if we didn't give them money or something in return for him. Oh god, I hope he's alright. I love him so much.

We got there pretty quickly in reality, but it seemed to take forever. I was so scared for him, I almost couldn't keep it together.

"This the place you were talking about?" Andy's voice broke my thoughts and I was somewhat grateful it did.

"Yeah, this is it. God, it looks like the building from 'Save Rock And Roll'..." I looked up, a faded grey building blocking everything else from our view.

We walked in the back door(Andy picked the lock) as quietly as we could, which was surprising quiet for 3 guys like us. What we saw in the room was terrifying. The floors were covered in blood, the walls splattered with it as well. There was a door at the other side and for some reason I felt like there was a hidden trap waiting for us. Thankfully, there wasn't. Yet.

We walked to the other side of the room safely and Andy picked the lock once again, which should've surprised me, but I've know him too long for it to.

We opened the door and saw Patrick sitting in the middle of the room tied to a chair with a rag in his mouth. He tried to talk, but it came out as unrecognizable muttering. As we ran to untie him, three people in black body suits jumped us and hit us in the head with the back of their guns, knocking us out.

To be continued...