Face Down ✓ | Patrick Stump

Chapter Fourteen

Dedication to the_infinite_author and a big thanks to everyone reading and supporting this story!

*Patrick's POV*

The police station was a disaster.

As always, the Chicago traffic was horrendous, and it took forever just to get to the station. We were better off just walking or taking the bus or Subway, even if it meant potentially getting mobbed by fans.

Once we did get there, the private investigator we spoke to the other day wasn't in. Skye had his contact information, and I had no way to reach her, so we had to wait for him to get in.

After that, her phone had died. It wasn't a smartphone, so no one had a charger. We had to run around the station looking for one so we could report the incident.

When I got home, it was almost 11. Alex and Alexa came running up to me.

"Patty!" They screamed as they grabbed onto my legs, making it impossible for me to move. Pete laughed and, being the anti social-person he is, went around me and locked himself in his room.

"Hey, guys. Where's your sister?" I asked while playing with their hair.

"We don't know, she was at the store thing she's always at. We've been having a party 'cus we were lonely!" Alexa squealed.

My eyes widened. "So you guys have been home alone?" They nodded their heads. "PETE!" I screamed, a hint of panic in my voice. They must have sensed it, and they cowered away. I put my hands on their shoulders, them flinching a bit. "Don't worry, I won't hurt you. I promise." I whispered.

"What now, 'Trick?" He sighed, coming out of his room. I stepped closer to him so Alex and Alexa wouldn't overhear our conversation.

"Skye's siblings have been here alone- Skye hasn't come back from work yet and-"

"Patrick." He cut me off. "She probably went to Aaron's."

I shook my head. "She said she wasn't sure if she would or not. She said if she did she would call me to let me know she would be back later, and she didn't call."

Pete's eyes widen. "You don't think this has to do with-"

"That's exactly what I think." I cut him off before grabbing my phone off the counter behind me. "I'm going now. I'll call you is something happens. Text me if I'm not back in an hour, watch them!" I pointed at her siblings and rushed out the door.

Please be okay, please be okay. I couldn't deny the fact that I had feelings for her. I liked her, a lot. If something happened to her, it would be my fault. I was the one who insisted at we turned her mother in. If she got hurt, it would be because of her mother, who would only be after  her because I forced her to turn her in. That was confusing, way to fuck everything up, Patrick.

Part of me wonders what would happen if I didn't take the Subway that day. Would someone take her back to her mother? Or would she tell the police herself? If she went back to her mother, she might be-

No. I refused to think of her dead. I quickened my pace to a speedwalk while I fixed my hat, and I bumped into a man in a black hoodie. "Watch where you're going, twat." He spat in my face before running away. What was his problem?

I began to enter the worse part of town, and my nerves spiked. Please don't be here, please don't be here. I pleaded with my mind, although that would do no good. I was surrounded by a series of shady looking alleys, which made me feel even moew uncomfortable and out of place. I broke into a jog and was about to leave that part of town before I stopped dead in my tracks.