Too Good To Be True (MichaelMellxReader)

Ch.19// Hold On to Hope

Y/N's POV
After one of the creepiest confrontations ever with this guy, and my face stinging from where he hit me, I let my head drop.
Why had this happened? Why?

I saw the girl in all yellow, fear stricken as NASA shirt approached her. She seemed familiar.
A Heather perhaps? I thought.
I knew they were a popular group at Westerburg.

I looked around, studying everyone's faces. I saw Jeremy and Christine, that yellow Heather chick, Chloe Valentine, a tall kid with a ripped up letterman jacket, a smaller boy with curly brown hair, and a girl with a ripped bluish-purple blazer, similar to yellow Heather.

Christine and I made eye contact, and she looked more concerned as she eyed me.
She nodded her head towards me, and I raised an eyebrow. I nudged her cheek with her shoulder, so I did the same, and had blood on shoulder.
My cheek was bleeding from where he hit me.
Shoot.

This was going to be fun.
Where the hell are we?
Does everyone think we're dead?
Have they given up?
How long have I been down here?
In my state of panic I shook in my seat, fighting my restraints, with no use obviously.

NASA shirt tore away from his quiet, 1-way conversation with Heather, to face me.
He stalked towards me and pulled out a rag, and bottle.
He pressed the rag to my face, and although I fought, hard, I slipped into a sickly sweet darkness, overtaken by the druggy aroma.

Michael's POV
I sat in my living room, trying to research best I could.
Where did each abduction occur?
How spread apart were the kidnappings?
What does everybody taken, have in common?
These were all question, that I found no answers to.
Whoever doing this, is a psychotic freak.
They need help.

I pulled out my phone to call Y/N's aunt, whom she'd been staying with.
"Hello?" I heard an eager woman on the other end.
"Hi Ms.L/N this is Michael Mell."
She sighed.
"Oh, hello Michael. How can I help you?"
"I just wanted to ask, how did you know Y/N was taken?"
She stayed silent for a minute, breathing into the phone.

"She didn't come home. I assumed she was with you. Then she wasn't there in the morning, and the school called me to inform she wasn't in class. That's how I knew. With all that's happening... I knew."
She sniffled.
"I'm so sorry." I almost felt like crying as well.
"So she didn't come home from school?"
"No. She didn't."
"Okay, thank you. Do hang in there, I'm sure they'll find her soon."
"You too sweetie." I could hear the immense sadness in her voice as she hung up.

I put my hands over my face, taking deep breaths, before wiping drops of tears roughly with my sleeve.
"*exhale* Focus." I told myself.
"Okay, she was taken at school."
I went over my notes in my head.
Taken at school, after the school day ended. This was all I had.
"HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO WORK WITH THIS?!" I screeched, throwing whatever I picked up from the end table, at the wall.

My mom walked in.
"Michael?! Are you okay?"
Tears spilled as I hiccuped and sobbed into my palms. My mom's arm wrapped around my shoulders, hugging me close to her. I wrapped my arms around her and cried into her shoulder.
"It's going to be okay sweetie. I know it. Y/N is strong, she'll get out of this."
"Yah, sure."
It was really getting harder to believe that.

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