Kidnapped By My Hero

Boy's Don't Cry

Chapter Eight

Boys Don't Cry

She was fucking gone.

We'd searched, questioned everyone. No one had seen her. I mean, for fuck sake, she was a beautiful redheaded woman running around in nothing but my goddamn hoodie! Surely someone must have fucking noticed her!

Grego was near her house, in case she went home. They would definitely have a story on the news abut her return, given the fuss they were making about her in the first place. If she went back, then whoever hired us would know she was alive.

And I couldn't fucking find her.

Every time I felt like it was impossible, my brain plagued me with horrible images, driving me insane. I drained bottles, searching and searching.

"Jay, man, you've got to go to bed,"

What time was it?

What day was it?

Where the fuck is she?

"We have to fucking find her, Rex,"

He sighs, nodding, "Go, sleep for a few hours, shower, shave. I'm gonna contact some old friends for help,"

Nodding, and grateful, I head to my room. There were boxes and bags of clothes that I'd ordered for her, lying all over the room. They'd arrived just after we had, and I'd been provoked enough before this delivery. Rex had taken care of it.

And now... I was surrounded by her.

She fucking left. I told her I would kill her, and she still did it.

She keeps telling you she's not scared to die.

But why though? Fucking why?

I lay on the bed, running a hand over my face. I don't know how long it had been since I'd slept. I needed to find her, but I could feel my body slipping into stand-by. Though I briefly tried to fight it, the nothingness of sleep seemed blissful in that moment.

***

It was, of course, not 'nothingness'.

I tossed from dream to dream of Brooklyn, and every fucking time she got away from me. Though it had charged my body, my mind was more drained than ever.

It was only the thought of her face that made me swing my legs off of my bed and get into the shower. I washed quickly, shaving my beard so fast I nicked myself. Amateur.

I didn't care where the hell she was, I was going to find her, and I was going to take her back. If this was the kind of madness I would feel when she wasn't here, then I knew I couldn't live without her.

"Good morning, sunshine," Ramos smiled as I came in the kitchen. I glared at him.

"Have you found her yet?" I snap, and he shakes his head, "Then not a good fucking morning,"

I slam into my car, driving the fuck out of there. They didn't understand. I'd lost her once before, after that night. And I'd actively searched for months. I was always open to information about her whereabouts. Three fucking years had gone by and though I was alive, I'd felt something was missing.

I drive to the local market, and parking the car. I'm walking around when I realise how thirsty I am. Fuck, this is the perfect time for a hangover to kick in, of course.

I notice a stall selling lemonade, and buy a glass, downing it all in one go. Damn, that was good.

"Best lemonade you've ever tasted, huh?"