Found

Seventeen

Scott's P.O.V
I had turned my back around for two seconds, turned to make sure it was safe for him. I turn back to speak to him, and Mitch is gone. Where the hell did he go?

I tried to tell myself it wasn't worth panicking over, but I knew anything could happen. He could try to commit like that Jezamine girl did. Oh God!

I ran towards the doors, but was stopped by Mitch's friend, Kirstie, and her boyfriend, Jeremy, I think his name was.

"Hey. Where's Mitch? I have news to t-" She cut herself off as she stated up at my face, her dark Hazel eyes flicking back and forth. "Scott." Her voice took an edge as I looked away from her and scanned the mass of people. "Where is he?"

"I don't know!" I cried out, catching the attention of some passersby. "He was right there with me like a minute ago, and then..." I trailed off and dropped my gaze to my feet.

She muttered something about Mitch and kicking his ass, then turning to Jeremy, pecking him in the lips.

"I'll come over later. I have to help find Mitch. Last time he went missing, he was gone for years." She chuckled, but I could see the fear and anxiety in the way she held herself. She feared for Mitch, just much as I did. "Let's go find Kevin and Avi."

It didn't take too long until we had tracked down the two, lips pressed together, arms around the other. Kirstie squealed, momentarily forgetting the somber situation and ran over, wrapping her arms around the two wide eyed men.

"I called it!" She said excitedly. "You two are so cute together!"

Avi seemed to relax, taking a shocked Kevin's hand in his own and grinning t him momentarily.

"Kirstie." I said, trying to remind her. As happy as I was for the two, I had someone to be looking for, someone who has harmed himself on a number of occasions.

"Oh!" She gasped and let them go. "Have you seen Mitch? He's missing."

"No. Last time we saw him, he was with Scott." Kevin said, finally loosening up a bit.

"Shit." Kirstie muttered. Already though, my eyes were scanning the crowd for the familiar head of hair. But I saw nothing.

"Damn it." I swore and moved back through everyone, trying to figure out where he went.

People tried to stop me to talk to me or ask me questions, but I ignored them all. It wasn't that I was being rude or anything. No. I was just on a very important mission.

As I looked everywhere for him, I thought back to a conversation I had had with Alex, so many years ago.

"You know, Scotty," he said, leaning against my chest as I draped an arm around his shoulders, "You can still ruin people's lives. Even if you have no access to them. You can do anything to them, and never even get near them."

I stopped, my blood freezing. Oh no. I had no doubt in my mind that Alex could still hurt Mitch. He has so many contacts.

"Fuck." I groaned to myself. Anything was possible, now. But there was no way I was going to stop until I found Mitch.

All night, I searched for him. Kirstie was with me for a few hours, but then had to leave because of conflicts. Avi and Kevin searched out places he went before, but still no luck.

It had been so many hours since we lost track of him, and I couldn't push away the nagging feeling in my stomach that something horrible had happened to Mitch.

I took a pit stop at the Grassi's house, looking at the time. Four AM. I had been looking for him for nealy twelve hours. As I was grabbing a quick snack, Mrs. Grassi came down the stairs, eyes puffy from crying, wrapped in a robe that obviously belonged to Mr. Grassi.

"Any luck?" She sniffed and I ashamedly looked away and shook my head 'no'.

"Oh, he'll show up." She said, as though trying to convince herself. Then she looked at me. "But, you are not going out anymore right now. You have been out there for hours and you look like death. Go shower, eat, sleep, take care of yourself. You can resume this once you get some rest."

I was too tired to argue and quickly finished the small snack I had made, walking past her to the stairs. She patted my shoulder and then followed me up.

I did nothing but head straight to Mitch's room, where I laid down silently on the bed. It was December Twelfth, and Mitch was no where to be found.

He was probably cold, scared, alone. There were so many things!

I stood and walked to the window, looking out. It was barely over thirty-five degrees out there. I was worried sick for him.

I signed and meandered over to the bed, laying back down. I forced my brain to shut down and slipped off into sleep, Mitch being the last thing I saw.

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Guess what, my little fruit flies! Found is almost done!

Oops?(For like the rest of the book.)

Oh, and stay Sexy
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