Kidnapped by RoadTrip

Chapter 8

Blair's POV.

Mikey has been gone for over a week now and I have no idea where he is. When I came home the night he disappeared I immediately called the police. They searched the entire neighbourhood but couldn't find anything that had something to do with his disappearance.

I also showed them the weird emails I received from the unknown e-mail address the day before. I know for sure Mikey's disappearance and the emails have something to do with each other.

The night Mikey disappeared was the same night I went to Manchester to meet the mysterious 'your friend'. When I arrived at the spot 'your friend' had told me we would meet, nobody was there. When I came home that night Mikey was gone.

Besides, another email said 'your friend' was going to take something that's very dear to me away from me. Mikey is very dear to me, so he must have been kidnapped.

I still don't know who kidnapped him though. And I also don't know what exactly that person wants from me. All I know is that I have met the person before.

And I'm exactly going to find out who it is. 

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Mikey's POV.

When Rye walks in carrying a plate of fresh baked pancakes, I suddenly realize how hungry I am. I feel like I haven't eaten in days, which isn't completely bullshit, since I have been passed out for most of the week I've been here.

"Would you like a pancake?" Rye asks. "You look like you're starving."

"Of course I'm starving when you put a plate of pancakes under my nose and you won't let me eat them," I say slightly frustrated.

Rye laughs. "Don't worry, pretty boy. I'm giving you one." He walks outside the room again and comes back with two plates. He hands one to me and puts a pancake on top of it. "You can start eating now," he says laughing.

"I was afraid you'd never say it," I joke as I rip off a big piece and put it in my mouth.

Rye looks at me and laughs. "I've never seen anybody enjoy eating a pancake as much as you do."

I stop eating and look at him. "Is that a bad thing?" I ask curiously.

"Ha, no. It just means I'm the best pancake baker in the world!"

"Of course," I laugh, putting another piece of pancake in my mouth. "But I have to admit, it really tastes pretty good."

"Told ya!"

I laugh, playfully punching him on the arm. "You're such a kid..."

"It depends..." he says, grabbing a pillow. "Would a child do this?" He swings the pillow towards my head and it hits me right in the face.

"Of course a child would do that!" I say, smacking him in the face with another pillow. "A pillow fight is the most childish thing ever!"

"In that case we need to call the others for a pillow fight!" Rye says enthusiastically.

I nod. "Definetely!"

Rye walks to the door and opens it, yelling: "PILLOW FIGHT!!!!"

A few seconds later Jack and Brooklyn run inside the room carrying all pillows they can carry and throwing them all over the room.

"Let's do a team battle!" Jack says. "That would be a lot of fun!"

"Good idea," Brooklyn says laughing. "I want to be on a team with Mikey!"

"Then it's decided," Rye says. "Jack and I against Mikey and Brook. This is gonna be interesting. Just kidding, Jack and I are going to win for sure!"

"You wish!" I say, throwing a pillow at his face.

Rye's eyes widen. "Did you just throw the first pillow, pretty boy?"

"Yeah," I say. "I can throw the second pillow as well if nobody else is going to do it."

"Not if I throw it first," Brooklyn yells and tosses the pillow through the room. It hits Jack in the shoulder and Jack pretends to nearly fall off the bed.

"Woah," Jack says. "You almost killed me, Brook!" He grabs the pillow Brooklyn just threw at him and throws it at my head.

"Ow, you hit me in the eye," I yell and swing a pillow back at him.

Eventually Rye decides to join in as well. He grabs three pillows and basically jumps on top of Brooklyn and me. "You're going down," he says laughing and then starts tickeling me.

"Ah, stop!" I yell laughing and try to push him off.

"Only if you ask for mercy!" Rye says.

I grab the pillow that's lying next to me and slap Rye in the face. "Never!" I say and push him off.

Suddenly the door swings open. I immediately hide behind Rye, when I see who it is.

"I knew you were angry at me," Andy says. "But having a pillow fight without me is the worst punishment ever."

Rye sighs and walks over to him. "I'm sorry, we didn't mean to hurt you. But I thought you would understand we aren't letting you close to Mikey after what happened."

"So you have a pillow fight with him instead of with me," Andy says angrily. "I thought I was your friend. And Mikey is our fucking prisoner, why would you have a pillow fight with a prisoner?!"

"He's not a prisoner!" Rye says. "It's not his fault all of this happened to him. And it's also not his fault his father lied to us!"

"Then why did we kidnap him in the first place?" Andy says.

Rye swallows "I'm still angry at Blair, okay? And I want my revenge, but we don't have to do it in a bad way. We're not criminals right?"

Andy lets out a deep breath and sits down on the bed. I quickly take some steps back. "You're right, Rye," he says. "I think I forgot what our priority was, I guess I got too caught up in the whole idea of kidnapping someone."

"It's okay," Rye says. "But if I notice you're trying to hurt Mikey ever again, I swear I will kill you."

"I'm okay with that," Andy says and then turns around to look at me. "Look, Mikey, I'm sorry. I - I shouldn't have hurt you. I guess I was just... I... You would understand if you knew what your father did to us."

"Then why don't you just tell me what he did to you?" I ask.

"I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it right now. I already feel pretty frustrated after everything that happened, so it'll have to wait."

"He's right," Rye says. "We'll tell you later, I promise."

I sigh. "I'm not sure if I'm going to believe you anyway..."