Escape

Chapter 33

***Matt's POV***

I stared at the picture, it looked like Morgan and Andrew.

"Wait" I said, Andrew's mom turned around and I continued, "Is this-"

"Morgan" She finished my sentence.

"Yeah, they were friends?"

"Briefly" She sighed, "They never got along to well, it was a special occasion when they did"

"Why didn't they get along?" I asked.

I was curious, Morgan had never actually explained to me why.

"They just didn't, they had conflicting personalities, Andrew bullied Morgan endlessly and Morgan did nothing, and she always outsmarted him, which made Andrew mad, in the end our families didn't get along to well either"

"Oh thats sad" Brian sighed.

'she always outsmarted him' I just hoped that this was still true.

Andrew's mom grabbed a pen and paper and jotted down an address that said;

94 Haverhill Street 1

"Thankyou" I smiled, "Oh and I never got your name"

"I'm Aubrey… Aubrey Hayes" She smiled, as I gave her my hand to shake.

"Why do you guys need to find Andrew so badly?" She questioned.

"Well, he took Morgan" I replied as I escaped her stare.

"Define took" She replied.

"Kidnapped… in a sense,-" I said as Brian finished my statement.

"He dragged her into his car and drove off" He rolled his eyes in disgust.

Aubrey had her hands over her mouth and was shaking her head furiously.

"I don't know what i'm going to do with that boy" She said as a tear escaped her eyes.

I just stood there knowing that in the back of my mind Andrew could end up in jail.

"Well I do hope you find her" She said, as she wished us luck and said goodbye.

"Thanks" Brian said as we walked towards the car. I climbed in, Johnny, Jimmy and Zacky were in the back seat waiting quietly.

"Any news?" Zacky asked.

"Andrew wasn't there but we got his address" I said as we drove off.

"We're gunna teach that motherfucker a lesson" Jimmy said as he clenched his fists and cracked his knuckled.

I let out a slight laugh, he always knew what to say even in the worst of times.

"Right" I replied.

We drove through the center of town until we arrived at a grey house. Brian got out first and went up to the door. He ruthlessly banged on it.

A man came to the door, "What do you want?" He snarled, through the crack.

"Is Andrew in there?" I snapped.

He unlocked all the locks on the door. The man was wearing a white tshirt and ripped jeans, he had a cigarette in one hand and a beer bottle in the other.

"He ain't here" He said through his teeth as he sucked on the cigarette and puffed out a ring of smoke. He let out a throaty cough and continued, "But he lives up stairs so you can take a look around if ya want" He had a thick Boston accent. Even I was intimidated by him.