Where Are You?

John got up and looked around. He knew where he was he just wasn't sure why. The next time he inhaled he started to cough heavily. John looked down at his clothes, they were completely soaked. When he smelt them he recognized the smell immediately, rum.

Had he gotten drunk and passed out there? No, that wasn't it, Autumn would've taken care of him like she always did. Autumn? Where was Autumn? He remembered being with her but he also remembered being with Marc. Maybe Autumn was with Marc. Maybe this was one of Autumn's ways to 'teach' him a lesson.

Then something caught his eye, well numerous bits and pieces caught his attention. There was blood and vomit beside where he was laying, obviously his own, and his lip was cut wide open, there was also a broken glass bottle that looked as if it had contained alcohol, but the entity that he truly couldn't comprehend was the blood that was spattered about nine feed away from where he was laying.

At that moment a cold chill ran down his back and the events of the previous night were remembered all too well. But where was Autumn? Did she get away? No, he remembered the guy yelling at her, he felt so powerless as the guy slapped her, not just once, but twice. So where was she now?

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Autumn awoke to a cold breeze.

"John…" Autumn whimpered. "Close the window."

Where there was no response Autumn began to stir and was completely shocked when she realized that she wasn't at John's house. This place was no where near what John's home looked liked.

This place was dark and cold. It wasn't even a house. It looked like an old shack. When Autumn recognized that she was in an old shack she looked at the flooring that she was sleeping on. It was only dirt.

When she tried to pick herself up off of the ground she felt an immense amount of pain start in her neck and continue to her back, torso, into her arms and down her legs.

Autumn let out a cry of pain. How she wished she knew where John was, he always took care of her when she wasn't feeling properly. When Autumn tried to silence herself she screamed even louder. During the process of trying to quiet her screams she had pulled her lips tight, not knowing that her bottom lip was already busted open.

"She's awake! She's awake!" Autumn heard a man yell. "What should we do with her?"

What were these people planning to do to her? How many of them were there? Were they the same men from the preceding night?

Autumn heard a person working on a lock that held the door to the shack shut. She started to panic. She quickly looked around. The shack was pretty big and there was a lot of junk inside of it. What was she supposed to do now? She did the only thing she could think of, she hid. She hid in the darkest corner that she could find and made herself as small as possible.

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John ran as fast as he could, shoving people out of his way in the process. He knew the city of Boston like he knew the wrestling ring.

"Get out of the way!" He yelled to a woman who was leisurely walking in the middle of the sidewalk.

John ran into the police department and grabbed the first officer that he could find.

"You've gotta help me, my girlfriend, she's been kidnapped!" John said to the man.

"Yeah, I'm sure she has been," the police man said laughing. "Is her name Mary Jane?"

"Please man! I don't know what those creeps are doing to her!" John yelled.

"Why don't you go sober up for a while and then I'll come see you and see if you even remember why you came here?" The officer asked.

"I'm not a goddamn drunk!" John yelled grabbing the man's shirt.

"If you don't take your hands off of me I'm going to have you locked up for assaulting a police officer," the man calmly said.

"What's going on here?" A more professional looking man asked.

"My girlfriend's been kidnapped and this dumb fuck here is of absolutely no use," John said to the second man.

"Come with me," the second man said. "I'm detective Ramirez. So tell me, how old is your girlfriend?"

"She's twenty-six," John said beginning to calm down.

"Alright," he said writing the information down. "And exactly how long has she been missing?"

John looked at the clock and thought for a few seconds.

"About ten or eleven hours I guess," John replied.

"I can't help you then," Detective Ramirez said closing his book. "If the person is over eighteen they have to be missing for more than forty-eight hours."

"That's bullshit!" John yelled jumping up. "You don't know what they're doing to her right now! For all you know she could already be dead!"

"This is all probably some kind of sick joke," Ramirez said. "We see it all the time, the girlfriend pretends to be kidnapped just to see how her boyfriend will react."

"Look man, I know these guys and I know that they aren't her friends! They need a way to get back to me!" John yelled.

"So if you know them why don't you go get her back?" the man questioned.

"Because we're not exactly of the best of terms," John said trying to keep his secret. "They took her because they knew it would kill me to not know what they were doing to her!"

"And what is it exactly that you did to them?"

"I used to work for them," John said choosing his words carefully.

"Look, I don't have time for this nonsense," the detective said standing up. "She'll probably be returned to you, safe and sound, tomorrow."

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"Hey missy? You in here?" A man with a Texan accent asked.

Autumn held her legs to her chest forcefully and tried not to move.

"Hey James! I don't think she's in here!" The first man yelled.

"Well she's gotta be in there, where the hell else would she be?" James asked gruffly.

"Maybe she's gone and escaped," the first man said.

"If she escaped I'm blaming it on you Garth," James said.

"Me?" Garth, the man with the Texan accent, asked in shock. "I ain't done nothing wrong!"

"Would you shut up and find her!" James growled. "If you find her first you'll get seconds at dinner tonight. Why don't you go and check the brush?"

"Well alright James," Garth said pulling on his suspenders. "I still ain't done nothing wrong."

James started moving items around in the old shed when he saw a ray of light move across the wall. He followed it's path back to it's origin. James spotted Autumn in no time.

"You slipped up," James said grabbing her by her wrist. "You almost made me look stupid!"

Autumn screamed as James threw her to the ground outside of the shed.

"She's right here you dumb shit," James said as he looked at Autumn.

She had begun to get to her feet but James lightly pushed her back over and laughed.

"Do I still get seconds tonight?" Garth asked excited.

"No you retard, you didn't find her," James said. "You heard the boss, we have to ration our food."

"But I'm hungry," Garth complained.

"Well so are the women," James said.

While the two men were arguing Autumn regained her composure and started to look around. She didn't recognize anything at all.

"Who are you?" Autumn asked unsteadily.

Both men quit yelling and looked at her.

"We're the last men on Earth that you want to be left alone with," James said with an evil laugh.

"Where's John?" Autumn said as she felt the tears starting to well up in her eyes.

"John?" James asked confused. Then he suddenly looked very amused. "Now I remember him, he's dead. They didn't even mean to beat him so badly. But before they left him they doused his body in rum to make it look as if he was just a useless street bum."

"They'll do tests! They'll find out the truth!" Autumn yelled.

"Shut it!" James yelled and shoved her. She lost her balance and fell to the ground, cutting her arms and legs in several different places. James walked over and knelt down beside her. "Because you're such a dumb shit you don't get anything to eat today."

"I wouldn't eat anything you gave me anyways," Autumn replied sharply.

"Good, starve to death for all I care," James said returning to standing posture. He looked at Garth. "Go clean her up."

"Okay James," Garth said as he helped Autumn up. When they walked for a while Garth looked at Autumn. "Don't feel too bad when he calls you a dumb shit, he don't mean it."

"Where are we going?" Autumn asked trying to loosen the grip that Garth had on her wrist.

"To the lake to go wash up," Garth replied.

They were silent for the rest of the trip. When they arrived at the lake Autumn looked around. It went on for miles.

"Well, go on, wash up," Garth instructed, pointing at the water.

Autumn began to walk into the water when Garth stopped her.

"Why don't you take off your dress so that you have something warm to get into later?" He asked.

"I guess you have a point," Autumn said after a few minutes of thinking. She started to take her dress off when she thought of something. "I'm going to get it back right?"

"Oh yeah," Garth said agreeing. "I'm a nice guy, I wouldn't do something like that."

Autumn took her summer dress off and laid it down on a rock. She was now only wearing her lingerie, that she had bought specially for John and their special night together. She hated the way that Garth stared at her. She felt like a complete slut.

Then she heard something that she didn't suspect. She slowly turned around and faced Garth who was pointing a gun directly at her.

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John quickly ran home and had a shower to get the scent of the rum off of him. Then he jumped into his car and drove over to Marc's.

He banged on the door until Marc slowly pulled the heavy door open.

"What the hell man," Marc said. "I'm in the middle of something right now! Go pester Autumn."

"It's an emergency man," John said.

"What's wrong?" Marc asked after hearing the urgency in John's voice.

"Autumn's gone," John said beginning to lose control. "You've gotta help me man! You're the only one who knows my situation!"

"What are you talking about?" Marc asked confused. "Did she leave you?"

"No man! Those bastards took her!"

"What?" Marc asked confused. "I'm really not getting you. Who are you talking about?"

"You remember Dwight and Jim?" John asked frantically. "We used to traffic for them?"

"Yeah, what about them?" Marc asked leaning against the door frame.

"They asked me to take fifty grand worth of cocaine off of their hands and sell it for them," John explained. "I told them that I'd it and then I never showed up. For some stupid reason I'd figure that they'd take the hint and leave me alone. But instead five of his goons found me with Autumn last night, three of them jumped me, she started to run but didn't get too far because one of the guys caught her. Then when they figured that I couldn't take any more the head guy started beating on her. He slapped her twice man!"

"Well then what are we doing standing around here?" Marc asked as he quickly grabbed his car keys. "We don't know what's they're doing to her."

"You're the only one that believes me man," John said jumping into Marc's car as the sped off.

"What do you mean the only one that believes you?" Marc asked. "Who else did you tell?"

"I went to the police as soon as I woke up this morning," John informed him. "But they didn't believe a word of it."

Marc slammed on the brakes. "You told them about how we used to traffic?" He asked stunned.

"No," John said looking at him as if he was crazy. "I told them that we used to know them and that we worked for them for a little while, nothing else."

"Alright then," Marc said. "Where did you meet them?"

"467 Westbrook, just like before," John said as Marc made a sharp turn and continued to going over the speed limit.

"Then we're gonna go see if they're still there."

After a few more minutes Marc found the abandoned building and they both got out of the car.

"Let's go kick some ass," Marc said to John as they walked up to the building.

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