A Couple Of Seconds Later: 7:10 AM
I take a quick look around.
"Fuck!" I yell as loud as I can.
"Help!" I yell.
"Help!" I yell again.
"Some...somebody please help me!" I feel like I want to pass out; but I know that if I do pass out, Z will probably find me and either take me back inside the warehouse, or even worse, kill me. I spend the next few minutes walking around.
"I...I need...I need to find...I need to find someone who can help me." I mumble.
"Help!" I yell again as I double over in pain. I look up and I am met with the sight of headlights. I stand up straight and start waving at the car with the best of my ability. The car comes to a stop a few feet away from me and the driver gets out of the car and runs over to me.
"Help...help me." I mumble as I collapse.
A Couple Of Hours Later: 9:00 AM
I awake with a start. I slowly sit up and I let out a groan.
"Where...where am I?" I ask myself.
"You're in the hospital sir." A nurse says as I nod and lay back down.
"I'm going to go tell the doctor that you're awake." The nurse says.
"K." I mumble. I'm extremely tired and I don't want to move.
A Couple Of Minutes Later: 9:03 AM
The doctor walks into my room and over to my bed.
"Hello sir. My name is Dr. Kennedy. You were brought in a couple of hours ago and I ran some tests and took some X-Ray's. You have three broken ribs, a broken nose, and a busted lip. Do you remember anything about what happened to you?" He asks.
"I...I don't remember being kidnapped; but I do remember waking up inside of a small warehouse type building. I...I talked to my kidnapper, and he told me that he was holding me for ransom, and if he didn't get his money by the 19th, he was going to kill me. I remember him hitting me in the head, and passing out. When I woke up again, he told me that he was going to cut the restraints off, and he told me to stay still; but as soon as he got my legs and left arm free, I hit him in the side of the head and he fell off of the bed and I got my right arm free and I got off of the bed, grabbed the knife he had used to cut the restraints and I left the warehouse as fast as I could." I say.
"Alright sir. I'm going to call the police. They should be here to talk to you in a couple of minutes." The doctor says.
"Ok. Can...can you call my husband please?" I ask.
"Yes sir. What's your husbands name and number?" He asks.
"His name is John Orton. His number is 219-555-3211." I say.
"Ok sir. I'll call him and tell him that you are here." He says as he finishes writing something down.
"Thank you sir." I say.
"You're welcome." He says as he leaves.
A Few Minutes Later: 9:33 AM
The door opens and John, Phil, Mr. McMahon, and several police officers walk into the room.
"Randy!" John yells as he runs over to the bed and right as he is about to hug me, I put my hand up and he stops.
"I have three broken ribs baby." I mumble.
"Sorry. I...I'm just happy to see you. I...I thought I was going to lose you baby." John says as he sits down in a chair and grabs a hold of my hand.
"I love you baby. I...I thought I was going to die; but I managed to escape and...and someone found me and picked me up and took me here." I say.
"I...I love you so much." John mumbles as he lays his head down on the bar and pretty soon his body starts to shake, and I can tell that he is crying.
"Shh...baby. I'm ok. I promise." I say.
"O...ok." John mumbles.
"Can I have a kiss?" I ask. John starts to chuckle and I roll my eyes and after John gives me a kiss, I talk to the police and after they leave, I go back to sleep.
A Few Minutes Later: 10:00 AM John's P.O.V
"I'm...I'm so, so happy that Randy was able to escape. I...I hope they find the man that kidnapped him." I say.
"If they don't find him, I'm sure my guys will be able to. I'll have the son of a bitch killed for what he did to Randy." Phil says as both Mr. McMahon and I nod our heads in agreement.
"Are we sure that it was just one guy?" Mr. McMahon asks.
"Randy said it was only one guy that goes by the name of Z." I say.
"I'm going to call my people. Maybe they've heard of a man that goes by the name of Z." Phil says.
"Ok." I say.
Phil's P.O.V
I take my phone out of my pocket and walk to a corner of the room. I dial Andre's number and press the green button. A couple of seconds later, the ringing stops.
"Hey Phil. What's up?" Andre asks.
"My friend Randy was kidnapped by a man that goes by the name of Z. I was just wondering if you knew anybody that goes by the name of Z." I say.
"Ah...is your friend ok?" Andre asks.
"He's ok now. Someone found him and took him to the hospital." I say.
"Good, good. Ah, a buddy of mine buys drugs from a guy that goes by the name of Z. Do you have a description of the guy?" Andre asks.
"Ah...hold on." I say.
"Ok." Andre says.
"Do you guys remember the description Randy gave the police officers?" I ask as I put the phone on speaker phone.
"Ah...I think he's six foot five, brown hair, blue eyes, and I think Randy said that he was wearing a blue Polo shirt and a pair of blue jeans." Mr. McMahon says.
"Did you get all that?" I ask Andre.
"Yeah. I'll call my buddy and ask him if he can call his drug dealer. In the mean time, make sure Randy stays safe, and if anyone tries anything, call me and I'll come to the hospital." Andre says.
"Ok, thanks man." I say.
"You're welcome." Andre says as he hangs up.
A Few Hours Later: 1:00 PM Phil's P.O.V
Mr. McMahon left a little over an hour ago, so it's just John, Randy, and I in the room. A nurse changed the dressing on Randy's broken nose, and after she left, we started talking.
"I talked to a buddy of mine, and he said that a friend of his knows a man that goes by the name of Z." I say.
"Alright, did you ask your friend if his friend could call Z?" Randy asks.
"Yeah." I say. My phone starts ringing, so I take it out of my pocket, and answer it.
"Hey Andre." I say.
"Hey Phil. We took care of Z for you. He confessed to kidnapping Randy and holding him for ransom." Andre says.
"What did you do to him?" I ask.
"We slit his throat and then took his body to the outskirts of town and burned it." Andre says.
"Alright, thank you man. I'll call you when I need anymore work done." I say.
"Alright, bye." Andre says.
"Bye." I say as I hang up and put my phone away.
"They took care of Z. They slit his throat and took his body to the outskirts of town and burned it." I say.
"Good." Randy and John say in unison. Six years ago, I told Randy and John that I know people that can have people killed. At first, they were scared of me; but after explaining to them that the only people that I have killed are people that fuck with my best friends. No one except for Mr. McMahon, Randy, and John know about my other life, and it's going to stay that way.
"I...I love you Phil. You're the best friend a guy could have." Randy says.
"Thanks man." I say.