Andy lifted his eyelids with a moan.
His whole body ached. Mostly his head.
He yelped, the dim light of the room made his head throb even more.
He waited until the pain subsides and opened his eyes again to become aware of his surroundings.
"What happened?" He thought.
As he gazed around the tiny room he heard pipes leaking, he saw rusty pipes on the ceiling some of them dripped on the floor with a silent ping. But it was so silent Andy was able to hear it clearly.
He knew he was in a cellar? But what the hell was he tied to?
A chair. A wooden chair.
His hands were tied behind his back so tight the cut his flesh, they began to sting but Andy didn't mind the pain. He had a good pain tolerance but not an extreme one.
He broke his ribs one time, by falling off a 10 foot wall onto a concrete ground at a concert. He was in more shock than pain.
But when the pain did hit him he was given medicine by the paramedics, and when he got surgery, he received more medicine and had no pain.
He also broke a knee and his nose.
But it wasn't that bad to him.
So he didn't know what real pain felt like.
But he was terrified he would soon find out.
He wished he wasn't here, he wished he would've just thrown up inside of the club bathroom instead of going outside.
That way he wouldn't have been kidnapped.
He wished he was with the boys, having the time of there lives.
They were supposed to be on a vacation together before there next concert.
They were going to go to fly to Amsterdam the next morning after the club.
But Andy thought to himself "I ruined everything. "
He wondered how the boys were taking it.
He remembered the phone call he had made. Jinxx tried to stay calm, CC didn't even speak, he was in shock, jake was horrified and Ashley, Ashley was a complete car wreck.
He cried and cried and cried because he thought it was his fault.
But it wasnt.
Ashley must be devastated.
Andy didn't even want to see his social media accounts.
The fans must be mortified and devastated waiting for Andy to reply to them or to hear he was okay.
The thought of everything made Andy break down into a sob.
Not a silent sob but a loud, moaning, breathless, hiccuping sob.
One that Andy had never cried before.
He rarely cried.
But usually when he did it was a silent sob.
He didn't let anyone know he cried.
But this cry. Was something Andy hd never experienced before.
"oh shut up you baby!" A deep, frightening voice boomed along with a loud bang.
Andys body tensed up and he gazed up at a tall, muscular man about 45 years old with tattoos up and down his arms, on his neck and chest and even on his face.
He was terrified of the man.
"Who are you? And what do you want? " Andy growled behind gritted teeth.
The man smiled a crooked smile at Andy and replied "Why would I tell you?"
"Because asshole you fucking kidnapped me! Tell me what the fuck you want!" Andy snarls.
His anger tolerance was extremely low and was already bubbling up inside of him to the point where he was going to do something to get killed.
"Tsk! Tsk! Language Andrew. " The man smiles.
Andys anger bubbled over and he began to scream and yell, he kicked as much as he could and shook the chair and screamed even more.
"WHERE AM I YOU FUCKING PRICK?! AWNSER ME YOU FUCKING BASTARD WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT FROM ME? WHAT WHAT WHA.." he was cut off by the man punching him directly into his cheek, he could swear he heard his jaw crack.
He screams aloud in pain.
"OW! GOD DAMMIT! " he snapped.
But it hurt so bad he stopped mid sentence.
"Listen when you learn to calm yourself I will help you. "
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT PHSYCO BITCH?!"
Wham! Directly into his nose.
It cracked from the impact of the mans giant fist.
It was broke again along with his jaw.
"Okay, okay I will stop." Andy says as calmly as he can after the pain subsided.
"Good." He smiled pulling out a package of cigars and lit ne with his shaky hands.
Andy licked his lips in hunger of a cigarette.
He hadn't had one for hours.
The man saw him and pulled out the pack.
"Want one?"
Although Andy desperately wanted he shook his head.
"I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WOULD HELP ME!" Andy screeched.
The man smiled a minute and than his face went serious and in that matter of seconds he dug the cigarette into Andys flesh directly in his neck.
Andy yelped and than screeched in agony when he caught his breath.
"Too bad Andy, I tried to be nice. You had a chance. But you failed so now I will tourchre you until your death."
Andy began to cry as he saw what the man had grabbed.
A baseball bat.
"No! No! Im sorry! Please give me another chance! Im sorry!"
He freaked.
"Too bad." He than swung the bat hard and cracked Andy over the head with it. Then all Andy saw was blackness and could no longer hear the sounds of anything.
(Bad and Short chapter sorry! I tried writing it longer but im exhausted)
