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by delanythoma

by delanythoma

(Pov Andy)

I'm sitting on the ground without a shirt nor shoes. My back is covered in scars because of the whipping.

I don't know how long I've been here or if anybody is looking for me, but I do know that I can't escape on my own. I need someone to get me out of here.

Suddenly the door flies open and my dad walks in. But in his hand is not a belt nor a whip. No this is much worse. It's a gun. "D-dad. Please no." Tears start rolling down my cheeks. I don't know what to do. So I scream.

(Pov Ryan)

2 weeks.

It's been two weeks and a day since Andy disapeard. We're supposed to have are 1 month aniversiry tomorrow. His present is still in my car, I bought it the day he disapeard.

I'm lying on his bed with one of his sweaters in my hands. It's the 10th sweater I took. The others didn't smell like him anymore. The bell rings but I don't feel like standing up. Jason will open the door. I hear people talking but I can't hear what they're saying.

Footsteps come running up the stairs and Andy's bedroomdoor is swung open. Jason is standing in the doorway with a huge smile.

"They know where he is." He says and I snap up. I run downstairs and see a group of police men. "Do you really know where he is?" The policeman in the front nods. "Then what are we still doing here?" I ask. "We were waiting for you." I quickly put on my shoes and walk to the policecar with the group policemen.

"Put this on." One of the men says and he hands me a bulletproof vest. "Do I really need this?" I ask a bit scared. Ow who am I kidding I'm terrified. "I guess you want to come with us when we safe him?" The man ask. I nod. "Than yes."

I gulp and put on the vest. The car stops and everybody jumps out. "Stay behind us." Someone says and I nod. A man kicks open the door and they all storm in. I carefully walk inside and see the basemant door open. Do I want to see this?

I walk into the basemant. "NYPD, Drop your wapen!" Someone yells. I see Andy sitting on the ground, his arms tied against the wall and a man standing across him with a gun in his hand. Andy isn't wearing a shirt and large scars are covering his back.

Please don't shoot him. Please let him live. Is the only thing I can think. I can't loose Andy. He's everythong to me. "Drop your wapen!" The same man yells again. Andy looks around at every police man standing here and when his eyes met mine it looks like he relaxes a bit.

He looks back at his father. I can't look at this. I close my eyes. That's when I heard it.

A shot.

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Don't kill me! (Good way to start a a/n) okay I'm being very very cruel but the moment you are reading this i am probably already working on the next chapter so calm yo tits.

If you have any questions for the characters, feel free to ask because I really want to do a Q&A.