Ah today is the day of the concert! I'm so excited! I just really hope I can get out of here somehow.
*time skip to getting ready to go to the concert*
I just finished getting together a bag of some essentials that I will need for the next few days, some clothes and some pills and razors. What? Its just in case jeez. Anway I managed to get £300 out of Curt's wallet without him knowing. Ha stupid cow. Anyywayy, I am probably gonna book a hotel room for a few days then decide what to do after that.
If you haven't guessed by now, I'm running away. That's only if I can get out of this hell for the concert.
I hear my door being shoved open roughly, and a very angry Curt walks in.
"Stand up right now, you bitch!" Curt bellows in my ear. I quickly stand up and kick the bag under my bed, praying Curt didn't see it. He grabs me by the collar of my old bvb jacket I got when I tried to run away the first time.
He throws me back on the floor and I groan in pain. He straddles my small body and starts throwing punches at my face. He got in a good 10 punches before his phone started to ring.
"Don't you fucking dare say anything while I'm on the phone." He said, then walked off to answer the phone.
About 5 minutes later he came back in the room telling me he had to go out and that I cant leave and some other shit he says every single time he leaves.
Once he is gone I quickly rush to the mirror to see how bad these blows are. When I see my face I want to be sick. literally. I'm so ugly and these bruises do not help. Anyway it was 4 pm and the concert starts at 6 so I may aswell try to find a way out.
After trying all of the windows and doors in this place, I begin to loose hope. 'Wait,' I thought. 'isn't there a window in the attic?' I raced to the attic and found a large window. I managed to get it to open. Ha the stupid cow thought I wouldn't find a way to get out. I cant believe it took me 11 years to find this though.
I pushed myself up and sat on the window with my legs dangling out, looking around trying to find a way down. I saw a large pipe running down the side of the building. eh it probably cant take my weight but oh well.
I made it down with out the pipe collapsing, surprisingly. I rushed down the street and found the theatre that black veil brides are going to be playing at.
I finally get into the theatre and just stand around. Suddenly the lights go down and everyone starts chanting "BVB! BVB! BVB!" My head starts to hurt and I get a bit dizzy. The feeling passes as the boys enter onto the stage.
*time skip to half way through the concert*
The dizzy feeling came back and I hate it. I feel like I'm gonna pass out. Right then I pass out and the last thing I hear is "everyone move out the way so we can help the girl."
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1 ticket to freedom, please (BVB)
Fanfiction13 year old Kat has been held hostage for 11 years. Her kidnapper is the most wanted man ever, Curt Johnson. Kat doesn't remember anything about her life before. One day, Kat manages to steel money from Curt to buy bvb concert tickets. What happens...