I kissed the scar on her skin.

“I still think you’re beautiful.”

She giggled and looked down at me. How can I not crash my lips on hers right then? She returned my kiss and landed her tongue on mine while my hands roamed everywhere on her body.

“Brian, don’t leave me again.”

God, I felt awful watching her eyes begging like that. I don’t know what came over me when I decided to go along with the marriage but I swear to God I don’t ever want to go through that again.

“I won’t, baby. You’re safe here with me.”

I kissed her again and again but she called my name in my mouth. I parted and stared blankly at her.

“Brian! Brian! Wake up!”

He bolted open his eyes. His dream came true when he saw Addie’s face was right in front of him. Addie! He yelled, but his mouth was still gagged. She pushed down the handkerchief from his mouth and he immediately went for her lips. His kiss was urgent, and sloppy but deep enough to make her knees buckled. She placed her palm on his cheeks and kissed him back. But after a few seconds and moans, she pulled away hastily.

“Brian we gotta leave. Those guys are crazy. I think they’re taking us to Netherlands. We gotta jump. I found a couple of parachutes, I’ll teach you how to use them.” She ripped open the rope on his hands while talking, and Brian just watched her every movement. When he was finally freed, his arms quickly wrapped around her, his nose buried in her hair.

“Thank God you’re safe, Addie.”

“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. We’ll get through this.” She hugged him back, tighter. They sat in that position long, both refused to let go. When Brian finally drew apart, he looked into her eyes deeply and ran his hand through her hair.

“I’m sorry for everything, Addie. I agreed to marry Michelle because she tried to commit suicide. She said she didn’t want to live anymore, and that Jimmy’s waiting for her.”

“She..what?”

“When she left me that letter, I thought she was just going away. I never thought that she really meant ‘going away’.”

Addie frowned, her eyes traveled on his face – trying to decipher something.

“Letter..the night she gave you that letter..it was on the same day that my shooter died..” she mumbled to herself. Brian tilted her chin up and their eyes locked.

“What do you mean?”

Her eyes widened and her mouth dropped, like she had just discovered something in her mind.

“Oh God, it can’t be..”

“What? What? What is it?”

She was about to answer when suddenly the door blasted open and one of the two buffed men stood there menacingly. Both Addie and Brian stood up, while Brian protectively held his arms in front of her.

“How did you come in here, bitch?!” the guy roared and Brian just ticked off.

“Hey, watch your fucking mouth, asshole!”

The guy stomped his feet towards them. Addie reached to her back for a gun out of habit but it wasn’t there anymore.

“We’ve arrived. You, come with me.” he grabbed Addie’s hand and caused Brian to flick into his fighting mode. He hadn’t fought for quite a while, ever since Jimmy died but now his fist hastily jumped and bashed on the guy’s jaw. The guy retorted back a little, a trace of blood gushing on his lips as he smirked.

“Stay away from her!”

“Oh this is gonna be fun.”

He stormed ahead for Brian, his fist ready to go but Brian reached up a kick and slammed his foot on his chest. He was forced to draw back but then he attacked again, not giving up, this time using a piece of wood that he reached just a second ago. The plank landed on Brian’s back and he growled in pain as his body draped on the floor, blood spurted through his mouth.

“Brian!” Addie yelled in panic and rushed to his side. Brian couldn’t get up. The guy smirked and grabbed her roughly and away from him.

“Get off me! Get off you motherfucker! Don’t touch me!” She struggled but her energy wasted just like that because the grip on her arms was just too tight to fight. Her eyes lured down so many tears that she felt like running out of them now. She reached her hand out, calling Brian’s name but the guy clasped her mouth tight and dragged her out of the room.

Brian can only watch her go as his voice soared only through his painful whisper.

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Zacky lost count of how many times he walked back and forth in front of his band mates. He felt that it was partly his fault too, for leaving Brian alone outside the stripper’s club last night. Right now they gathered at the only bachelor’s house in their group, which was Arin. They couldn’t let the girls know about this. Brian and Michelle will get married tomorrow and now the groom is missing.

“I feel like we’re in the set of Hangovers.” Johnny said suddenly, breaking the silence prowled within them. They glanced at him at once, paid glaring looks as his note was completely irrelevant to the situation.

“I’m just saying. In that movie, the groom is missing and they had to find-”

“We know what happened in there, Johnny Christ. Jeez!” Matt scoffed, and stood up from the couch. He buried his hands in his long hair and tugged it lightly. Johnny grunted in protest but can only fold his arms and nothing more. Matt was really serious this time.

“Now how the fuck do we start looking for him?”

Zacky scratched his forehead and flicked his tongue. “I guess we had to ask Joe. Shit, I promised that I would take care of Brian. It’s either that or he wouldn’t let him go.”

“God, I can’t stand that guy. It’s Brian’s bachelor night for God’s sake. But yeah, I guess we should turn to him.”

~*.*~

The four of them stood silently in front of Joe’s house, which was used to be occupied by Addie – after Matt pressed the doorbell. Joe opened the door in his workout clothes and a gun in his hand. They baffled looking at his getup, but then Joe quickly slipped his gun away in his pants.

“What do you guys want?”

“Uh…Brian.”

“What about him?” he panicked, quickly scanned around for signs of Brian.

“He’s..well..he’s missing.”

“WHAT?! WHAT THE FUCK DID I TELL YOU?” he yelled straight at Zacky’s face. Zacky flinched a little bit and exchanged looks with the guys.

“I’m sorry dude..well, maybe he didn’t run away or anything. Maybe he was just with Addie.”

“Addie? What does this have to do with her?”

Zacky pursed his lips before answering. “They met last night. And I found his wedding ring on the ground.” He brought out the silver ring and raised it higher for Joe to clearly see.

“Shit. I swear to God, you rock stars are assholes. Never fucking listen!” Joe went inside, dressed himself properly again and made a phone call.

“That was a bit unnecessary. It wasn’t our fault that he had to guard Brian.” Zacky huffed and Mat patted him on the back.

“So what do we do now?”

“I don’t know. We go on with the wedding and pretend that nothing happens? Let’s just hope that he will turn up eventually.”

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What the hell do they want with Brian? They left me in a dark room again, the only light I could see was from a small window which placed really high on the concrete wall and I can hear seagulls crying from outside. We’re near a beach. Is Cericia an island?

They didn’t tie me up this time but I felt the same anyway. It had been hours that I trapped in here, not knowing what happened to Brian. The guys from his band must be worried as hell especially Zacky. He was like Brian’s other half, from what I had observed before. And not to mention Brian’s wedding will be held tomorrow. Or is it the day after tomorrow? I don’t know, I lost track of time already.

Speaking of his wedding, shit. Michelle.

Now I remembered where the hell did I see the woman on the prison cam. She looked really familiar. When Brian mentioned about the letter, my mind quickly remembered about the view from Brian’s hidden camera, which I saw Michelle was coming by and slipped something under his door. She was wearing the same clothes as the woman on the prison cam. Except she was missing the hoodie jacket.

What did Michelle have to do with prison anyway? Was she visiting someone there? And what is this committing suicide talk about? Was she running away from something? Fuck I need to dig deeper about this.

But how? I’m trapped in this God forsaken place without anything but a metal bed and a bedside table. Am I in some sort of asylum?

“Hey, cop!”

I quirked up, finding a pair of eyes on the barred hole on the door and he was eyeing me to approach him.

“Here’s your food.”

He shoved a plate underneath the door through a swinging entrance – like a cat hole. I peeked at it. Mash potato and a glass of water. How ironic because this is what I ate in headquarter.

“How am I supposed to eat, dumbass? Give me spoon and fork.”

He grunted and stomped away only to came back with a set of plastic cutlery and threw in my face.

“Gee, thanks.”

He smirked and took off. I tried to shove the food in my throat but it was just nasty. I’m a fucking guest here, damn it! Why did they treat me like this? I threw the cutlery away, breaking it apart and shattered.

The fork’s tip broke in even sizes and I found myself staring at them. An idea came rushing through my mind, something that I learned in my agent training: how to pick a lock using anything.

Grinning widely to myself, my heart was set straight on finding Brian.

Notes

A/N: the first two lines of this chapter was taken from my favorite song from PTV: A Match Into Water :)

thank you for reading and commenting and most of all for sticking up with this crappy story haha XD