Perri and Him-the fifth book to series 'Perri and Me' about Perri Kiely

Chapter 3 Part 2

What?

Okay, the first thing I'm thinking is:

Where's Perri?

Where is he? Is this part of George's plan to potentially murder me by morning? Did he kidnap Perri in the hope that I would come looking for him?

I'm holding Pel's phone in my hands and I'm starting to feel really worried.

Why the hell didn't he just wake me up?

I have to go...I have to go and find him...wherever he is.

I shoot out of bed, grabbing a coat and putting on my shoes as well. I pull on some jeans and a top and tye my hair back.

I'm angry...I'm real angry. I don't know why we can't just all live happily. I don't know what George could still possibly have against us.

I'm about to hurry down the stairs when I stop in my tracks.

Did Pel take Reid with him?

I burst into his room and my heart sinks when I see him sleeping in his cot. He obviously wakes up to the sound of me coming in and starts crying.

I pick him up carefully, and then suddenly realise he's going to have to come with me.

"Shh..." I whisper, "Go back to sleep..."

To my suprise, Reid does as he's told and falls asleep again really quickly. I look at him for a second and then take him downstairs. I don't hesitate before putting him in the car. I get into the front seat.z

Wait, where am I driving?

"No..." I mutter, frustrated with myself.

I pull Pel's phone out of my pocket and almost jump back when a new message appears on the screen.

"Opposite the studio, behind the building site" it says.

Opposite the studio? Is that where George is keeping Pel hostage?

Well, I don't want to me dead by morning, so I have to go.

But I'll call Mitch first...

It takes him a while to answer after I dial his number...

"Mitch..." I whisper. "Are you awake?"

"I am now...what do you want?"

"I just-"

"Amber...please tell me that baby isn't mine..."

"Mitch...I'm sorry...it's not about that now. George...he's threatened to kill us. All four of us..."

The reality of the situation sinks in and I begin to cry.

"What?" Mitch exclaims.

"He wants us to meet at some place, Pel's left already...just please meet me at the studio, okay?..."

I sigh.

"Ambs, it's okay, I'm on my way..." Mitch says.

The call ends and I wipe my tears. I have to stay strong.

Why am I doing all this? Shouldn't I just call the police?

But part of me just wants to solve this problem myself.

I start the engine of my car, but then I get this massive sick feeling in my stomach.

I'm suprised I didn't throw up then and there in the car, but I rush back inside the house and luckily make my way to the nearest bathroom.

I puke ther instead.

How convenient...

I don't know why but my head is banging.

And this sick feeling is not going away...and there's a sharp pain in my stomach...

Oh...crap.

I'm pregnant.

And there is only a percentage of me that wants to accept this.

I would check like a normal person, but my life is on the line here.

And then I have a mental breakdown in the bathroom because my body doesn't want to go through that process again, and I don't want to risk it.

And then after that, the bathroom door opens slightly and there's Mitch.

"Amber..." He says. "You're in a state..."

No way. I'm coughing and throwing up.

"Mitch..." I groan. "How did you find me?"

"I had a feeling you'd still be here...are you alright?"

Obviously not.

"Mitch, I think I'm pregnant..."

He nods.

"Okay..." He says.

There's a silence and I know he's trying to think.

"Okay..." He sighs. "Does Pel know?"

"Mitch, I don't care just frikin drive me to the studio!"

Without another word, he helps me up, and with Reid in one hand he puts me in the car. Even does my seat belt up. He puts Reid back in next to me and gets into the front seat.

We drive slowly and carefully to the address. It's pitch black outside and I suddenly feel cold and even more unwell.

Mitch parks the car before turning to me. I've gone quite pale.

"I think we need to get you something to drink..." He whispers.

I shake my head.

"I'm fine..." I breath.

"Okay- I'll be a second." Mitch says.

"No- I'm coming with you..." I say, cradling my baby.

Mitch rolls his eyes but helps me out of the car, walking slowly in front of me.

Our footsteps are getting louder as our pace gets quicker. It doesn't help that I feel sick again.

Then we hear a loud bang coming from inside.

"Shh...." Mitch says. "Quick, stay back. I'll check..."

Mitch peeks in from the window as I walk back to the car, holding my breath. All of a sudden I feel faint.

"Amber?" Mitch sighs, as he watches me.

I crouch next to the car as I can feel a sensation of sick coming up inside of me.

"Amber- get in the car." Mitch hisses. "It's dangerous-ah!"

"Someone just grabbed him, holding him by his neck and slamming the door.

"Mitch?" I cry out, from where I am.

I don't feel well enough to do anything, let alone think straight.

"Pel?" I scream.

But there are gunshots soon, that shatter the windows. I clutch Reid and get back inside the car. The door to the building bursts open.

George is with a gun.

I lock the car windows.

But he's still coming straight at me..