Dan's POV:
I watched the teenage boy as he spoke, it was fairly obvious he wasn't lying.
"Who is this Ryan?" My Mum asked, "I have never heard of him".
"He's a guy in the year above, he and Adrian have become pretty close this past few weeks" Matthew replied.
"Why were you at that time anyway?"I asked.
"Adrian said he needed out of the house, everyone was fighting and he just needed out" Matthew answered.
A wave of guilt fell over me, it was my fault Adrian was out there somewhere – probably alone, hungry and cold. Or maybe he was hurt, or unconscious, possible worst case scenarios ran through my head. All I could think of was him lying in a ditch somewhere. We had checked everywhere. Where else could he possibly be?
I wished he had told me he was leaving, like when we were younger and we'd have a fight with my Dad and I would climb out the window and tell Adrian to cover for me. And then when he got old enough, he would climb out with me – we very rarely ever got caught. We would buy two bottles of coke and some crisps and chocolate and head down to the field at the other end of our neighbourhood. There, there was a run down stable where we would sit and just talk and laugh about the stupidest things. We would until everything had calmed down and then head back. Sometimes we would spend hours at a time out there.
Then it hit me.
That's where he is.
It has to be.
I jumped up from the sofa, "There's still somewhere we haven't checked" I exclaimed.
I grabbed the car keys from the coffee table and headed to the car, I unlocked it and jumped in. My hands shaking as I started the car, I looked to the door and saw Phil coming out.
"We'll find him quicker if there's two of us" He said.
I smiled and opened the passenger car door, I appreciated that he wouldn't let me go alone. We drove to the other side of the neighbourhood, it was within walk able distance but I didn't have fifteen minutes to spare. I jumped out of the car, separating the field and the neighbourhood was an old tatty fence, that had faded wood and graffiti all over it. There was a bit that was been broken off, which made it easier to get through to the field, it was covered by the nearby bushes – the fence had been broken ever since I lived in Reading. I climbed through, lightly scraping my arm as I did so – I found it hard to care.
I walked up the hill and there it was, it looked exactly the same as when I left it. Despite my sudden hit of nostalgia, I didn't have any time to waste. I began charging to the run down stable, as quick as my legs could carry me. There was no door on the stable, I peeked my head around. It was sectioned off, presumably for the horses that used to live here. My heart was pounding as I looked in each one, I was coming up to the last few when I saw a foot, peek out from the last one. A tattered black converse, I built up all my courage as I got closer. I felt my hands trembling, I was terrified thinking about what I was about to see.
As I reached there, Phil had only just caught up and was at the other end, he was just a black figure in the door way.
"I found him" I said.
There he was.
He was lying there with his eyes closed, he was slightly propped up by the wall behind himself. He had vomit down his trousers and a pool of vomit beside him, he was muddy and tattered looking. There a good few bottles of alcohol around him, I ran through them and crouched down beside him.
"Adrian" I whispered.
I put my head close to him, he was still breathing, relief flooded through me. I whispered his name again, lightly slapping his cheek to try and wake him up. I brushed back his sweaty hair to find a cut on his forehead.
"Is he breathing?" Phil asked, standing over us.
I nodded, "We've got to get him to a hospital" I said.
I put one hand underneath his leg and used the other one to support his torso, I had to get him to car quickly. He was pretty heavy, but this was not the time to consider going to gym more. I laid him down in the back of the car and headed for the hospital.
"Phil call my Mum and Dad" I said, throwing my phone at him.
He nodded and did as he was told, as he told them I could hear my Mum's worried voice down the phone. I wanted to run through every red light we came to, but getting stopped by the police would probably be less than helpful right now. It was like a dramatic car ride you see in the movies. My hands were shaking as I changed the gears on the car, I had to get a hold of myself. Phil leant over the seat, examining Adrian who laid sprawled out over the two seats. The hospital was within walking distance, all that separated us was a couple of traffic lights.
Um yeah, not much to say here. Tell me if you hate the chapter and I'll take it down, I felt like it was lacking phan and that I went a little bit off topic, but tell me what you think. I'm so disapointed in the sequel actually, I wish I had more time to make the chapters better. Okay I think that's about it, thanks for you time. BYE:D