You better back your shit up, chapter 4
Mike once again entered his house with a contented sigh, thank God he was home. It took ages for Tre to accept his ride home, Mike knew that something was very wrong with the drummer. He sat in silence for the entire journey fidgeting with his jacket lapel that was soaked in some kind of hot sauce. Mike also noticed Tre's eyes, they darted around more than usual and shone brightly, he looked like he was smacked up on heroin, his pupils where enormous.
Mike flopped back on his beloved couch and switched the TV on, "Britt!" he yelled lazily as he flicked through the various channels,"Britt! Brittany?" Mike looked around desperately for his girlfriend. Where the hell was she? Pulling out his cell from his jean pocket he rang her, but the loud techno ringtone could be heard in the kitchen. Mike sprang up and darted for the kitchen door, he saw the lowly mobile vibrating across the work top surface. Frowning he stopped calling it and darted to the stairs. Missing out three steps at a time he bounded to the landing calling his girlfriend's name, no reply. Opening every bedroom door he found no trace of his girlfriend. Mike started to panic, this wasn't like Brittany at all, leaving her phone, leaving no note, no trace of where she had gone. Mike dialled Louise, Brittany's best friend,
"Hello."
"Hey Lou."
"Hey Mike you okay?"
"Er...yeah...is Britt with you by any chance?"
"No Mike sorry...I haven't seen her since Monday. Is she okay?"
Mike rolled his eyes at the stupidity of this girl, he was becoming impatient,"No Lou or I wouldn't be ringing you would I?
Look...will you ring around and see if anyone has seen her?"
"Yeah sure Mike, I'll text you later."
Mike sighed and immediately ran down the stairs and rang Billie Joe, he told Mike to ring the police, but Mike didn't want to kick up a fuss just yet, she couldn't be that far, he assumed that Brittany had probably just gone the gym or something. He settled himself on the couch again with some chips, scoffing them soothingly he jumped when the telephone rang...Brittany obviously,
"Hello?"
"Mr. Pritchard?"
"Yeah hello."
"Hello sir, I'm Inspector Knowles from..."
Mike didn't take in what he was saying, he swallowed hard,
"What, what has happened?"
"Er...Sir...I'm afraid you girlfriend, a Miss, Brittany Golding, her body was found this afternoon just outside of town, we would like
you to come to the department to answer a few questions and identify the body. I'm sorry Mr. Pritchard."Mike swallowed, he felt like his heart had been set alight,
"...So Mr. Pritchard...well you?"
Mike sighed, tears swelling in his eyes, "Yes, yes of course."
Mike put the phone back on the receiver, he couldn't breathe, he ran his hand through his flopping hair as tears erupted in his eyelids. Jesus Christ, what the hell had just happened?
Mike and Billie left the police station in complete shock, Billie was driving Mike back to his, he was making the bassist stay there tonight, he couldn't believe that Brittany was dead. Mike was distraught, sitting in the passenger seat white as a ghost and shaking furiously. It had not been a pretty sight, Britt's death wasn't quick and painless, Billie felt sick at the Inspector told them how she had died, Billie shivered at the thought, who would murder Brittany?
Mike flopped back on his beloved couch and switched the TV on, "Britt!" he yelled lazily as he flicked through the various channels,"Britt! Brittany?" Mike looked around desperately for his girlfriend. Where the hell was she? Pulling out his cell from his jean pocket he rang her, but the loud techno ringtone could be heard in the kitchen. Mike sprang up and darted for the kitchen door, he saw the lowly mobile vibrating across the work top surface. Frowning he stopped calling it and darted to the stairs. Missing out three steps at a time he bounded to the landing calling his girlfriend's name, no reply. Opening every bedroom door he found no trace of his girlfriend. Mike started to panic, this wasn't like Brittany at all, leaving her phone, leaving no note, no trace of where she had gone. Mike dialled Louise, Brittany's best friend,
"Hello."
"Hey Lou."
"Hey Mike you okay?"
"Er...yeah...is Britt with you by any chance?"
"No Mike sorry...I haven't seen her since Monday. Is she okay?"
Mike rolled his eyes at the stupidity of this girl, he was becoming impatient,"No Lou or I wouldn't be ringing you would I?
Look...will you ring around and see if anyone has seen her?"
"Yeah sure Mike, I'll text you later."
Mike sighed and immediately ran down the stairs and rang Billie Joe, he told Mike to ring the police, but Mike didn't want to kick up a fuss just yet, she couldn't be that far, he assumed that Brittany had probably just gone the gym or something. He settled himself on the couch again with some chips, scoffing them soothingly he jumped when the telephone rang...Brittany obviously,
"Hello?"
"Mr. Pritchard?"
"Yeah hello."
"Hello sir, I'm Inspector Knowles from..."
Mike didn't take in what he was saying, he swallowed hard,
"What, what has happened?"
"Er...Sir...I'm afraid you girlfriend, a Miss, Brittany Golding, her body was found this afternoon just outside of town, we would like
you to come to the department to answer a few questions and identify the body. I'm sorry Mr. Pritchard."Mike swallowed, he felt like his heart had been set alight,
"...So Mr. Pritchard...well you?"
Mike sighed, tears swelling in his eyes, "Yes, yes of course."
Mike put the phone back on the receiver, he couldn't breathe, he ran his hand through his flopping hair as tears erupted in his eyelids. Jesus Christ, what the hell had just happened?
Mike and Billie left the police station in complete shock, Billie was driving Mike back to his, he was making the bassist stay there tonight, he couldn't believe that Brittany was dead. Mike was distraught, sitting in the passenger seat white as a ghost and shaking furiously. It had not been a pretty sight, Britt's death wasn't quick and painless, Billie felt sick at the Inspector told them how she had died, Billie shivered at the thought, who would murder Brittany?
