Mordecai and Rigby [BoyxBoy]

Chapter seventeen

       "Why didn't you tell me?!" Margaret's voice rang out from inside the car.

     She wasn't very happy with the information Mordecai shamefully told her. In fact, she was and is  furious. How would she know that Mordecai and Rigby had a thing? Let alone, how would she know that they were gay? 

       She couldn't stop thinking about Rigby and how broken he looked when...when...when...

       "I don't know.. I just don't know.." Mordecai said almost inaudible as he turned a corner. "I wasn't thinking."

        "Your damn right you weren't thinking!" Eileen retorted from the backseat.  "If anything happens to Rigby I will personally plunge a knife through your heart and that's not a threat that's a promise."

         The lump in Mordecai's throat grew bigger with each passing second. He was beginning to get even more worried, they've been driving around the city for the past hour looking for Rigby and it  was beginning to get dark out. 

           "God Mordecai, can you drive any faster?" Margaret asked clucking her tongue.

         "I'm driving as fast as I can" Mordecai mumbled as his eyes schemed the streets and alleyways. 

           It was no use. They didn't see Rigby anywhere. They roamed the streets for hours but came up empty handed.

          "Maybe we should try calling him again" Eileen suggested ounce they were back at Margarets apartment. 

           "There's no use, it'll send you straight to  voice mail." Margaret said smugly. 

          "Well we gotta do something!" Eileen snapped, tears starting to stream down her face. "Maybe if you didn't think about your dick we wouldn't be in this situation!" She spat at Mordecai.

            "Calm down, now is'nt the time to accuse anyone." Margaret sniffled.

           "I'm gonna get some fresh air.." Mordecai said running a hand through his thick hair.

          With a sigh Mordecai pulled his phone out of his pocket ounce he was out Eileens and Margarets presence. He dialed a number and waited for the person to pick up, they answered on the second ring.

             "I defiantly wasn't expecting this phone call." Jeremy's voice sounded from the phone.

             "Uhh...hey, have you heard from Rigby?" Mordecai asked nervously.

            "No, what's wrong?" 

             "Nothing, but if you hear from just...just let me know ok?"

             "Sure thing man."

             Mordecai hung up and started to dial another number when a car came to a screeching stop in front of him. Don got out of the car and strutted over to him with determination and purpose.

              Mordecai sat there, unsure of what to say or do as Don stood before him quivering with anger, he's never seen him so mad in his life that it scared the hell out of him. Don stared at Mordecai for several moments until he finally pushed air out between his pursed lips and said "I'll kill you for it, I'll kill you..." he said with a fiery quiver. 

                He turned back on his heels and returned back to his car, driving off in the distance. 

                What? What did I do? Mordecai questioned himself aloud. He suddenly leaned forward, his head between his knees and cried. "I'm sorry.." He sobbed over and over. "I'm sorry Rigby.."

              

               "Where's Rigby?" was the first thing he was asked when entered the park house.

              "I don't know.." He answered Skips gloomily.

             "What did you do?" Skips pressed on.

              "I don't want to talk about." Mordecai retorted. 

            He dragged himself up the steps and into their bedroom. The sheets were were perfectly made and the room was clean for ounce. For a moment he questioned himself if he was in the right room. Something was missing. Something wasn't right.

              Then it clicked - Rigby's things were gone. Not a trace of him was left. 

             He sat on the edge of the bed and wandered what the hell was wrong with him, what made him make such poor decisions. He had no one to blame but himself, Eileen was right, he was thinking of his dick, wasn't thinking at all.

               He wanted to tell Rigby how sorry he was, but knew he wouldn't want to hear it, where ever he is.

             Curling himself up in a ball, he cried, he sobbed and he sulked. He didn't know the exact reason for his tears but he felt a piercing pain in his heart. "I'm sorry." He whispered.