The Interrogation Room

I was back In the place I longed to stay out of forever. I stared at the door awaiting it to open revealing my boyfriend, the one who was going to have to now shout at me until I tell him. Only, I cant tell him. I cant tell anyone. This is going to be interesting.
I straightened my red tie down my smoky black shirt and took a deep breath. The door opened.
A wave of shock cascaded over my body and my heart skipped a beat.
"Mr. Iero, please come with me" a large, burly man shouted at me in a vicious tone.
Okay, two questions.
Number 1: WHERE THE FUCK IS MY BOYFRIEND?
Number 2: WHERE THE FUCK AM I GOING?
I am pushed down a side alleyway, the man's sharp elbow jabbing into my ribcage. What the fuck is this guys problem?
It dawned upon me that I was actually not with anyone professional. This guy is kidnapping me.
A sharp turn followed by a solid right hook sent his face into the wall. I twisted his left arm up his back.
"what the fuck do you want from me" I snarled.
"I was prepared to give you a chance. I know what they did to you. I know who did it, and I know where they are now."
I suddenly felt incredibly ill. How the fuck did he know?
"how do you know?" I growled back.
"I was there" he whispered. "let me go and I will leave you alone" he grumbled out, obviously in a lot of pain.
"on one condition.." I sighed. "let me tell them. Keep your mouth shut or I'll find you. And I will end you."
I let him go, releasing my grip and letting his face leave contact with the wall.
"um, i-..." He stuttered. I felt a hand down my back pocket. Another hook straight to the face was enough to keep him distracted whilst I ran off in the other way. What the fuck, man?
I had no idea where I was, so getting back to the police station was proving more difficult than imagined, at least until Gerard called me. I longed to hear his voice.
"Frank where the FUCK are you?" He screamed at me. "you were here about 15 minutes ago...uh..." He trailed off after he said that. Gerard said he gets there at 10:45, I was sat in there at 10:25...how did he know I was there?
"Gee...how did you know I was there?" I asked, almost worriedly.
"look, we both have to explain ourselves, please just tell me where you are! I'm worried sick..." He was avoiding my question. That worried me even more.
I looked around for a street sign to tell me where I am.
" I'm on the alleyway next to west road." I said quietly.
"great. I'm coming to find you." Gerard said before he hung up on me.
Was he watching me? Following me? Is he a stalker? What is going on?
A black car pulled up behind me. I ran round and got in the back where I immediately burst into tears. This is all too much to take in. Gerard slipped out the front and into the other door at the back.
"its okay, Frankie." He reassured me. His voice is enough to make me feel comfortable. I wrapped my arms around his neck and buried my face into his shoulder. He held me close to him and I could hear soft sobbing from him too. I didn't know he was so sensitive...
"are you gunna tell me what happened to you?" He whispered to me once we calmed down and dried our tears.
"this guy...he-he took me out the room...and he took me down here and I thought he was going to kill me so i-I punched him...and he said he knows what happened to me...an-and that he can help...but I ran away because he put his hand in my back pocket-" I whimpered.
Gerard's eyes shot open.
"check your pocket. Now." He said, quite alarmingly.
I pulled out of my back pocket a small bit of paper.
"44 ocean avenue
New York" it read.
I shuddered. This is going to kill me.
"did you catch the time before he took you out?" Gerard searched for more information.
"yeah, about 10:40, why does that matter?" I was confused now.
His eyes widened and I could just tell he knows something I don't, something he's not allowed to tell me.

Notes

this is gunna kill me writing this tbh
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