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Chapter 13

Mikey's POV

I swung my legs waiting for the bus while reading my book. Patrick went over to his friends to talk to them for a while, which was fine with me. I saw the bus pulling up and figured that our bus was early. I went over to tell him, but something caught my arm. I turned to see a man holding onto my jacket.

"Wanna help me with something kid?" he rasps. I shrug him off me and start to run to Patrick.

"HEL-!"

The guy grabs me and covers my mouth before I can finish screaming for help. Patrick was about a good 15 feet away, with people in the way. Patrick couldn't see me. The man picks me up and drags me into the alley .Dropping the book, I start to fight him. I try to bite his hand, but he hits me over the head, hard. I feel blood running down the side of my head before my head hits the hard ground.

I wanted to scream for Patrick, J.D, Uncle Darry, even my Dad. But before I can the earth tilts. The last thing I saw was the guy tear down the alley.

Two-Bit's POV

Me and my partner split decided to divide and conquer to search for Mike. I can only hope that he wasn't taken, but by the looks of it, that was becoming a very high possibility. We tracked the bus that he might have gotten on; there was no sign of him. We searched every alley, every street, every dumpster for him. Mikey was a smart kid, if someone did take him, he would know to fight back. He would know to scream and kick and hit for all that he was worth. But he would know that he was in danger, and that he would need to be careful, and not to tick the guy off.

Mikey, kiddo, where are you?

Mikey's POV

My eyes fluttered open, blood was still on the side of my face. I got up, and realized that it was a mistake. My head exploded with pain, pain that I never knew existed. I fell back down holding my head. I clench my eyes shut, the light from the sun hurting my head. I made a little shade with my hand over my eyes. I stumbled over to where the bus was supposed to be. Instead there were this blinding flashing light, making me feel weak. I turn back into the alley. I pull my jacket close and start for the other side of the alley. I keep walking, feeling dizzy.

Where was I suppose to be? Me and Pat, wait, what where we suppose to do? Where's J.D? And Patrick? My head was pounding. I never thought that a person's head could hurt so bad. I felt tears slide down my cheeks. Where was I? I need to get home. What time was it? Oh…my head. I looked at the street sign.

Jackson St. Didn't Auntie Rose live here? Yeah, I think she did! I walked down the street, holding my head. Aunt Rose could give me a ride home.

J.D's POV

"Eric, it's been three hours!"

"We'll find him, J.D." he says as we search the park.

We had looked at the park, the zoo, the Ribbon. It was like he vanished. We went by the bar where Rose was working tonight. She came with us, after telling Buck. He knew my Dad, and he thought that it was tuff that he named me after Dallas, so he gave me a job.

Rose went to look with Darry and Cola, and they hadn't called us yet. Mikey was nowhere to be found.

I rubbed my face hard, trying to shake the tears. A small sob escaped my lips, before I could stop it. Eric turned to me and wrapped an arm around me.

"We'll find him."

I was starting to worry that we wouldn't.

"I need to call social services." I mutter.

"What, J.D, don't do that. They'll take them away from you!" he says holding me close.

"It's been three hours. I have to call them."

I knew that calling them could end our dream of staying together. But, me and Eric both knew that if the CPS found out that we hadn't called them after three hours of Mikey being missing, I would never see them again.

Mikey's POV

Aunt Rose always kept a key under the floor pot for safe keeping. I walked into the house and looked around.

"Aunt Rose! Rosie!" I call.

My head flashes with pain again and I stumble to Rosie bed. I don't even bother to take my shoes off, or my jacket. I saw a flash of me in the mirror. Blood caked my hair and some was running down my head. I knew I should call someone, like 9-1-1, but I was too sleepy.

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