Miss Missing You

#4

Petes Pov

(is it good so far?)

¨Where is Patrick?!¨ I shouted frantically, fingers fumbling away on my phone, Hemmingway skittering across the floor. Thoughts were rushing through my head, everything that could have gone wrong played like a slideshow behind my eyes. What if they already found him, what if he's being tortured until he gives up the case, what if what if- 

*Ding D0ng*

I nearly jumped out of my seat as the sound bounced off the walls. Cautiously walking towards the door I peeked out the window to see a kid on his bike riding down the sidewalk, meaning he was probably just pulling a prank but just in case I decided to check. 

I swung open the door checking both ways before seeing a plastic bag knotted on to the doorknob. My eyebrows furrowed as I unknotted the bag and peeked inside. What was inside was revolting.

¨What? WHAT THE HELL?!¨ I exclaimed palms sweaty (moms spaghetti) and barely holding onto the bag. There in the bottom of the bag laid Patrick's hand chopped off clean, blood splattered all over the bag and his, well, hand. I felt dizzy just from thinking about it but knocked myself out of it when I knew what this meant, it meant they had Patrick and we were sorta screwed at the moment. Stepping back inside I growled and slammed the door shut, hurling the bag onto the marble counter. I plopped down a chair and held my head in my hands wondering what the heck I was going to do and how. 

Then it hit me, I'll warn the head of the Resistance that Patrick has been captured and we are not sure of his location. Dashing into my office room and ripping out a piece of paper I started scribbling down every little detail that had happened ever since we opened the case.

Once I finished writing I then hustled to my room and rummaged through my drawers looking for the leather glove I needed in order to not be torn to shreds by a bird.

A large wave of panic washed over me when I couldn't find the glove but out of the corner of my eye, I could see it was laying on my nightstand. Nearly tripping over some clothes I slid the glove on while picking the steel lock on the front of the cage. Cursing under my breath as I had just spent the past three minutes just trying to unlock a birdcage I whistled for the dark brown hawk.

Not so gracefully he came flying out of the cage and onto my arm, sitting contently while I slipped the note inside the little bottle attached to his leg. Adrenaline pumped through my veins as everything came together and I made my way towards the stairs leading up to the roof. My eyes averted back and forth for any signs of people following me but I saw nothing so I scrambled up the unstable staircase and banged my shoulder against the rusty double doors.

The doors flew open revealing the empty concrete roof and the cyan blue sky overhead. I shuffled over to the edge of the roof and let go of the hawk's feet, watching him fly off into the distance over the city buildings.I prayed he would get there in time before anything worse happens to Patrick or anyone else in the gang. I will find who took Patrick and I will hurt them in ways I do not know of right now. It made me furious because Patrick has always been there for me but now I can't be there for him. I sighed and was struggling to keep my tears at bay as I thought of how we first met. It was at a small coffee shop just a couple blocks down from my house, I was the waiter and he was the adorable little human sitting in the corner of the shop. He had ocean blue eyes, his dirty blonde hair swooped across his forehead, and his glasses perched right on the tip of his nose as he-

¨Night Night sunshine¨ a voice snickered into my ear as I felt a sharp pain shoot through my neck. My legs gave out and I was flat on the ground, I couldn't move or fight back. All I could do was just lay there and hope someone would just randomly pop up on the roof and knock out the perpetrator, unfortunately, I knew that wasn't going to happen. The faint sound of heels clicked against the concrete and stopped in front of my chest. I squinted to try and get a look at who it was but was then kicked in the face and in immense pain. 

¨WHAT DID YOU DO WITH PATRICK¨ I screamed, instantly regretting it as I took another blow to the face. My hands trembled as I wiped the blood off my chin and nose still awaiting a response. If I had to ask again I would, dead or alive.

She kneeled down, inches away from my face and the faint smell of cherries blossoms wafted through the air.

 ¨Your boyfriend is in special care, the same place you will be going sweetheart¨ she smiled and punched me in the nose. That was all it took for me to blackout seconds later, sirens sounding in the distance as my eyes drifted closed.