Escape From My Prison

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I woke up the next morning still happy about last night. Realizing i still had Andys shirt in my hands. I jumped up and looked through it to see what he had writen.

"3237997148"

No... he didn't. I have Andy Biersacks number.

I needed a phone in my hand asap. Unfortunately as luxurious as this room was there was no phone. So i did the next best thing. I got on the payphone and dialed the number.

"Hey this is Andy. Uh leave a message and ill call you back when im done doing what ever it is im doing right now."

I hung up. He was probably asleep from partying.

Well its a new day. I got up and ready for the last audition i had for this week. This audition wasnt untill 8:00 pm. So i had time to kill.

-Meanwhile-

"Where is she!" Jennifer shouted at Tyler who was tied to a chair in his basement.

"Fuck you!" He responded

Tyler was all beaten up. His left eye swollen , his lip split open, his cheek purple, and teeth covered in blood. Gabriel wasn't kidding when he said he had friends to help out.

"You go look for anything that'll help us find her upstairs, and you keep an eye on him" Jennifer ordered

She walked back upstairs Gabriel's friend, Trace, was going through drawers breaking every thing he could to find what he was looking for but found nothing. He moved his search to the second floor in Tylers bedroom but again nothing usefull was found. Jennifer got into his computer and started looking through his history and bank accounts.

"Oh this is interesting" she had found the LAX page where tyler had bought Hennesseys ticket.

Back in the basement Trace and George, Gabriels goons, along with Jennifer confronted him.

"So. Shes in California. Los Angeles to be exact. Aw Tyler honey you should really clean out your internet history more offten. So where is she staying.?"

"I don't know. All i did was help her leave" he admitted

"Oh. Shame. You are useless to me now." She took a quick swipe with her arm to pull out a handgun from her back shorts waistline. One clean shot througj the head.

"Burn the place down" was her last words

Trace and George obeyed. Making a quick sweep through the house to find things they wanted to take. They ran to their truck and left their new valuables. They each grabed a gallon of gas and proceeded back into the house to cover every inch in gasoline. They took their time flooding the basement.

One thin line of gasoline leading out to the front yard where jennifer stood with a lit cigarette. One last puff and she flicked it out of her hand landing in the flamable substance.

The house began to catch on fire and it was only a matter of time before sirens made their way down the silent streets.

She gave a smirk at the house and started to take small steps back enjoying the view.

"Lets go" she ordered the men. Back in the truck Trace at the wheel they made their get away.

-Back in Cali-

It was getting late and i was 100% sure i was lost. It was 8:46pm now. The directors had probably called me up by now and skipped me since i was a no show. It was probably over by now too.

I still tried to find the place for another 10 minutes but the area i was in just stated to look worse with every block i past. It was close to 9 now and i gave up.