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Started May 15, 2019 by @bubblegum

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"It's fine." Max replied, looking around awkwardly.

"No, um…yeah, okay." Bridge coughed, and, panicking, turned to dash out of the cafe.

Max was a bit confused, watching Bridge run away as he sighed and looked around. Just how intimidating or scary was he?

Bridge started climbing up the fire escape on the backside of the cafe, resting himself on the third floor. He unfolded the paper Max had given him with a little sigh of relief. How was he ever supposed to talk to him - even over the phone? He was terrible talking to people in general - not to mention cute people who were bigger than him - although the second part didn't really count, as most things were bigger than him. He needed to find a pay phone.

Max quickly went back into the Employee's Only room to take off his apron and get his stuff. Once he did, he headed out of the cafe with his phone in his hand.

(Sorry it's short)

(it's fine) Bridge laid down on the chain flooring, folding up the paper again and slipping it into his pocket. He would find some change and a pay phone tomorrow, and maybe call Max. If he got the courage.

(Gahhhh, I'm sorry again, my parents didn't let me go on my laptop at all these last few days and before that I was busy with finals)

Max checked his phone to see if he had gotten any messages or calls, Surprisingly, he had a text from one of his friends, most of them were too busy to text. He stopped walking and read the message, quickly replying before starting to walk again.

Bridge looked down as Max walked below him, sitting up quickly so as not to appear homeless if he did look up. Bridge was homeless, of course, but this didn’t matter now.

Max felt his phone buzz twice, meaning someone was calling him, he didn't stop walking and picked up the phone, not really checking the caller ID. "Hello there, beautiful." He heard a deep voice say, making him freeze almost instantly.

Bridge looked down in surprise as he froze, picking up the phone. Who could it be?

"Who is this?" Max asked.

"Just shut up and start walking to where I tell you, or else Alice will get hurt very badly." The man replied.

Max chuckled, mainly to make himself believe the man didn't have Alice. "What do you mean? Alice, is this a prank?"

Bridge's eyes widened. The silent alley made it easy to hear most of what was being said on the other line, and he could clearly hear Max. He leaned forward to hear better. Whatever this was, it didn't sound good.

"Just shut the fuck up and get into the god damn car." The man growled.

"What car?" Max asked, looking around. "Oh–never mind–I see it." He didn't hang up and walked over to the car, glancing at the driver before opening the door and getting into the back seat, not noticing the men dressed in black in the trunk. After he had closed the door, the man started the car and the men almost immediately attacked Max, one putting a handkerchief over his mouth and letting him struggle around for a minute or two before he became unconscious, and an other one holding him down the entire time so he couldn't escape or hit any of them.

Bridge’s eyes widened as he heard sounds of struggle from inside the car, hesitating to go after it, but then deciding it was the best thing to do. Clambering down the fire escape, he swung himself onto the pavement and went after it.

The car started and left in an instant, almost as if the car had never been there in the first place. The men went into the front seat, using duct tape to tape Max's hands together behind his back and duct-taping his feet together. A ball shoved into his mouth which was secured by another piece of tape, then he was thrown in the back with a blanket covering him so they didn't look suspicious or anything if a cop pulled them over. After that, they pulled up the rest of the seats so everyone could sit, making Max a bit less visible from the front.

Bridge followed it as best he could, losing it sometimes but catching up to it again at strange alleys and catty-corners.

The car kept going through strange alleys and going on dirt roads, slowing down when they made it to a normal looking apartment complex. Max was then dragged in, the men not caring if they were gentle or not. After being thrown into a chair and being tied up with rope, while still duct-taped, a man came walked into the room and walked over to Max, inspecting his body. "Why is he covered in dirt?"

Bridge stopped a couple yards outside the building, making sure he couldn’t be seen before advancing on top of a dumpster and then to the roof, heading for an air duct. Here, he’d be able to listen in.

No answer, the man glared at the group of men heavily. "I said, Why the fuck is he covered in dirt? I had told you my husband will be taken care of gently." He growled, slapping one of them. "Now, if you don't tell me who did it, I'l have to shoot all of you."

Husband? Bridge thought in bewilderment. But…he didn’t have a wedding band on. And he’d been so easy to give Bridge his number.

Almost everyone stepped back, except for one man who wasn't paying attention. "So, it was you, huh?" The other man asked, fiddling with the gun behind his back.

The man nodded, not looking at his boss. "Sorry, boss, I-I forgot about that."

He’s going to shoot him. Bridge’s eyes widened in bewilderment, and he wondered if he should just leave now. There didn’t seem to be anything he could do.