Kidnapped By Andy Biersack

Well, Fuck You

Amber's POV

In case you're wondering, the trunk of a car isn't the most comfortable thing in the world. It's cramped, humid, and just all around uncomfortable. I tried to break the windsheild to escape, but Ashley said if I kept making noise then he would pull over and kill me on the spot. Well as you can see, since I'm not dead, I shut up pretty quickly. I couldn't tell how fast we were going, being in the goddamn trunk and all, but it felt pretty fast. I was surprised Ashley wasn't getting pulled over for speeding- wait, what if we were on the freeway? Oh God I hope we aren't on the freeway. I think it's safe to say that I hate Ashley the most now. The car lurched to a sudden halt, sending me flying around all in the uncomfortable trunk. I heard a car door open and close, then a few seconds later the trunk opened. Speak of the devil and he shall appear. None other than Ashley Abitchet Purdy looms over my current thrown around state like a giant. He leans in the trunk and grabs me by my waist, pulling me out of the car. It was kind of dark but I knew it wasn't nighttime, since I could still see specks of sunlight above me. I quickly realized why they were just specks, we were in the forest. Well this was fan-fucking-tastic, I mean who wouldn't want to be dragged in a forest by one of your favorite people that turned out to be an asshole? (Note the sarcasm) But seriously, how could this get any worse.