Creepy Whisper - A George Michael Fanfiction

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August 31st, 1984

Andrew's Point Of View

I sat on DJ's bed while I watched George get ready for the day. He was very antsy. "We're gonna find her Andrew. I can feel it."

I hated to crush his mood. "George... don't do that..."

"Do what?" He was fixing his hair for the third time as if we were going to a meeting. We were just going out for breakfast.

"Just... don't get too hopeful."

"Why does everyone keep telling me that? I know she's there." He shook his head.

I stopped talking. I didn't need him creating another hole in the wall. The other one we already got fixed.

It was nine in the morning, and we weren't even going out until around 3 or 4 in the afternoon. He acted like he was the boss around here anymore.

And maybe we should just let him.

DJ's Point Of View

I was calm today.

I wasn't mad or sad, but I was relaxed.

I walked up to the door slowly and began knocking softly.

It opened a few seconds after. "What?" The man asked.

"I know who you are," I said.

He stared at me, puzzled. "You know who I am?"

"Yes I do," I spat. "And you know me very well."

I couldn't stop thinking about how the first time I heard him speak to me.

And his blazing blue eyes confirmed my suspicion further.

His face got red. I couldn't see much from his face covers, but at that point, it was useless trying to hide his identity.

"Why would you do this? Did they put you up to this?" I spat.

He knew who I was talking about. "Of course they did."

"Where are they?"

"They're not here."

"What are they doing?" I asked.

"That's none of your concern." He frowned.

"Buddy," I went up another step. "Am I ever gonna get out of here? What's the point of kidnapping me if they won't even look at me in the face?"

If he had a reason, he was good at keeping it a secret. But I doubt he had anything valid to say.

We stared at each other for a long time, glaring. I waited for him to give me an answer. I couldn't even say his name. It would hurt too much.

"Why are you helping them?" I asked.

"Money." I could tell he was smirking deviously.

I scoffed. "Of course. You cheap bastard."

He slapped me. It didn't hurt as much anymore when he did.

"Don't talk to me like that." He said.

"You sure had fun talking way worse about me." I snapped.

He slammed the door in my face as I saw the dog coming over. I hated that thing.

"You know him?" Dan asked me.

My nostrils were flared. "I wish I didn't."

I went over to the TV and turned it on, surfing through channels until I found a show to keep me occupied for a while.