Where'd You Go?

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Ryan's POV. 

I wake up to find myself in bed. But I don't remember walking upstairs to bed. Brendon must have carried me. I smile and get up to open the curtains just a little bit. Letting in some sun light. I fix my hair a bit then make my way downstairs. 

Brendon made coffee, but for some reason there is a bowl tipped over, milk (A/N DON'T YOU DARE WITH THE COMMENTS ISTG), and cereal spilled everywhere on the table. I grab a towel to clean it up. I look down and see his phone laying on the floor. He was about to call someone. "Bren?" I call out. I turn to the front door and see broken glass everywhere.

 I drop the towel and start pacing around the house looking for a note, or anything. I walk everywhere then I realize, he's probably recording. "Bren?" I open the door slowly. It's dark inside. "Brendon?" I slowly make my way down. "Brendon?" I open the door into his studio. It's empty and no lights are turned on.

"BREN?" I run up the stairs. I open every single door, and cabinet. I run around calling his name for a good 10 minutes.

 I open the front door to be greeted with some guy. Suddenly he's grabbing me. "HEL-" He covers my mouth with some towel thing. I kick my legs and try to slap him with my hands. I try to scream but it comes out muffled. He drags me backwards. He uses his other hand to grab my wrists. I keep struggling until something hits me in the back of the head. Everything turns white and then black. 

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