toy || randy

twenty - nine.

another day without andy.

rye was tired and worried and he almost couldn't keep his eyes open. he was genuinely just sick of his thoughts, making up so many what if's and scenarios of andy getting hurt. rye couldn't stand that, the last thing he wanted was for andy to get hurt.

right now he was on a meeting with like fifty other people, all listening to rye talking about andy and that they had, they just had to save him. he was getting tongue-tied, struggling to say what he wanted to say, he just missed his little boy so much. last night he spend few hours driving around the town and looking for andy. in every motel, bar and on every bench he could find. he went back to the place they met, sitting down and silently crying. he didn't mean to; crying was a symbol of weakness. he hasn't cried at all in the past year, but when it came to andy, he felt weak all the freaking time.

"so are we sure he didn't run away?" one of his gang members asked, crossing his arms on his chest. rye wanted to be sure, but after all that happened between him and andy it could be... he could run away. "not exactly sure. i don't know, i... i just feel like he would say goodbye. or left a note. something, anything. he knew that i wouldn't have a problem with him leaving," rye said.

"if you wouldn't have a problem, why are we searching for him anyway? he's useless," someone else said, making rye look up for the first time and find his dirty mouth. "what did you say?"

that boy stood up. he was kinda tall, not taller than rye though. blonde hair, blue eyes, typically attractive. nobody special, but he still had the nerve to call andy useless. rye went over to him, hearing jack swear quietly behind his back. "he's not fucking useless. you are."

"why can't i say it? i heard you tell him these things nearly every time he was there." that's when he crossed the line. rye punched him that hard until his nose was bleeding all over the place. "he's not fucking useless, now sit the fuck down and shut the fuck up before i cut your fucking throat,"

everyone in the room went silent. it didn't matter how much bigger, taller or older they where than rye, they still had respect towards him. they knew how rye acted when he got mad.

"andy has a phone, correct?" a small brunette asked, she was almost the only girl here. rye nodded, looking through some papers. "why don't we just call him and ask him, then?"

that's when it hit him. andy's phone had a special locator in it that rye put in here in case a situation like this would happen.

"wait jack, search for andy's phone," rye said. jack typed in andy's phone number, looking on his phone for help. someone could have just called andy and asked him if he was okay, but nobody did, because if he got kidnapped and they found his phone, it could have gone down the hill.

"holy. fucking. shit." rye breathed out as he looked on the screen, giving them the exact location that was coded as the old hospital where brook was supposed to be. "thanks god he's stupid enough to take his phone wherever he goes," was all he said before they started getting ready to save him.

if they still had the chance to.

a/n i've been running out of chapters
i've been running with the wolves
to get to you