Dating Budder: A Trilogy

Chapter 10: They're gone

Mitch's POV
I don't really remember what happened. I remember a woman ran in, saying that she lost her baby. I went outside with her and she knocked me out.

Then, I woke up strapped to a chair next to Jerome. A video camera was set up and running. I felt a slap and my eyes adjusted to the dim light.

"Hello Amber. Well, I got them. They gay ones are going to die unless you dump this loser." He gestured at Adam.

"She's not that stupid." Adam said, sounding tired. I was in between him and Jerome. His face was so battered and bruised and bloody. A large man can out of the corner and punched his face. He spit and a tooth came out. I screamed " DON'T COME GET US. WE'RE GONNA BE FINE!"

Bam! He punched me, then Jerome.

"I love you biggums," I told Jerome.

"I love you too, buddy."

"If we get out of here, I want you to know that I will love you forever,"

I kiss him and we get separated.

"That's disgusting." Dan walks up to both of us and spits on my shoes. I kick him in his chest and he falls backwards. Other guys try to hold me, but I resist. I break out of the chair with freak strength. I untied Adam and Jerome.

We didn't get very far. Adam couldn't run and we were all malnourished.

I eventually woke up in a different house. Still taped though. Was I really going to die? Was Amber really going to be stupid enough to come and get us?

"Run Amber, run" I muttered.

K's POV
"I don't think that she's ok," I told my sisters and my parents.

"If she wasn't fine she'd have texted-" my dad began.

Beep!

My phone buzzed and I had 17 texts.

'hey guess who I met'

'Omg, Skydoesminecraft just asked me to be his girlfriend. SKYDOES FREAKING MINECRAFT!'

'OMG, he proposed'

'He's in the hospital due to a panic attack'

'He's gone'

'My brother is torturing my fiancé!'

'OMG WHY THE FUCK AREN'T YOU TEXTING BACK'
...

I felt a pang in my stomach. I should have been there for her. I got in my car, charged my phone and headed up to Washington. It was a long drive. I got there two days later. She had texted me her new address and I flew up the driveway and into the house. She was there, sobbing into a pillow with her hair in a messy bun. I crossed the room and put my arm around her. Rubbing her back. She looked up and sat up and hugged me.

"Where have you been? You know what? I don't care. I'm just glad you're here now. Did you get the texts?" She asked, pausing to breathe.

"I got them. We'll get him back, I promise. Did you get C?"

"No. I don't want to worry her-" I didn't let her finish. I grabbed her phone and texted C:
My fiancé is being held hostage by my brother. How fast can you get here

"I try to be straight forward about this kind of stuff." I said, trying to smile.