Decisions, Decisions (Andy, Vic, Kellin X Reader)✔️

Talk

I found it very hard to sleep. My arms hung in the same position all night, every time I move, they ache. I'm very hungry...and thirsty. My thoughts were interrupted when I heard my metal door unlock. I stood up slowly...I dont know what's about to happen. Andy could've found me already and he could be forcing Kellin to open the door, but anything could happen. Kellin stepped into the white walled prison I'm being kept in. "Good morning, sweetheart." He winked. As he walked closer, he had some kind of look on his face. A "where's my good morning?" Face. I'm not giving him that. "Did you sleep well? I hope you did." He said. "Kellin, can we just talk? Please?" I asked. "About what?" He questioned. "About how you got free, why you'd go so far just to have me, what you've been thinking for the past three years...just talk to me." I answered. He sat down in front of me and kept his eyes locked on mine. "First of all, you don't need to know about how I got out of jail. Second, I went to great lengths for you because...you are seriously the only girl I ever truly loved. BUT you didn't love me back. You chose Vic. Then, when he was gone, you fucking chose Andy. You were even going to marry him. Until I showed up. The truth is...I'm very selfish...and I want you all to myself." He got up and walked closer to me. "All to myself." He repeated. He forced a kiss onto my lips, I tried to dodge it, but Kellin wasn't having any of that. He finally let go of me. I cleared my throat and asked another question. "When did you get out of jail and how did you find out about my wedding?" He sat down again and answered. "I got out about a week before your wedding. I first went to your apartment, thinking that you still lived there. As I broke into the apartment, everything looked different. Your couch was gone, your dog was gone, you were gone. I then started looking for you. Vic is dead, so you wouldn't have been at his house. So I went to Andy's place. Lucky, lucky me. I didn't have to look for long. I climbed up the side of your house and saw you talking with Andy and I heard about your wedding like that. I decided to have a little fun with you and stress you out. Remember that fall? That voice? That was me, I was in your attic. Remember that shadow you saw in your room from outside your house? That was me looking through all your stuff and enjoying everything you had. I saw you walking up the drive way and you smiled at me. You thought it was Andy. Remember when Raina went missing? I took her out for a little bit. I had my fun with her. Roughed her up a little." He told his story of terrorizing me. My eyes widened, but quickly narrowed at him. My face feels hot, my blood is boiling, my body is filling with anger. Should I yell? "You look absolutely furious with me. I love it." He pointed out. No need to yell anymore. "You...you're so disgusting...wretched...you're a monster, you MAKE ME FUCKING SICK!!! HOW DARE YOU ABUSE MY INNOCENT DOG?!? SHE DID NOTHING TO YOU. YOU WANNA TAKE YOUR ANGER OUT ON SOMEONE?!?! TAKE IT OUT ON ME!!! IM THE ONE WHO NEVER CHOSE YOU." I cleared. "My goal was to hurt you without you even knowing it was me and I succeeded." He smiled. My glare dwelled on him deeply, soon burning into his eyes. Then it clicked. He's sitting pretty close to me...I can kick him in the face. Well...why the fuck not? He deserves it. He started to laugh, his eyes closed, now is my chance. I brought my leg back and kicked one side of his face. As he fell to his side, I kicked the other side of his face. He's balanced and surprised. I kicked him right on his nose. That felt really good. "That's for Raina, Andy, and me. You asshole." I spat. He sat up with a bloody nose and two red cheeks. "Oh, you're getting it now." He stood up, raised his fists, and struck my face. Uppercuts, roundhouse kicks to my sides, snap kicks to my stomach...I fell to my knees in agonizing pain. I found it extremely hard to breath, it was also hard to see with my eyes tearing up. I couldn't hold my stomach or my sides with my hands. Stupid chains. I coughed up a little bit of blood...those uppercuts really fucked me up. I took deep breaths to control my breathing and crying. "I...hate...you." I breathed. He raised his fist, I flinched, but his fist did not come in contact with my body. "Yea, that's what I thought. Say something else, I dare you." He glared. I thought about saying something. Yanno what? I don't care what happens to me, what I want to say will be heard. "You're a psycho. I don't know what goes on inside your head, but I know it's something sick. I hate you with every ounce of hate I have. I will never love you. I will never marry you. We will never have a life together, so get that image out of your twisted brain. Forget about it. Forget about me." I told him. His fist came down and hit my throat. He put both of his hands on my neck and shook me back and forth. "YOU WILL MARRY ME, YOU WILL. WE WILL HAVE A LIFE TOGETHER, WE WILL BE HUSBAND AND WIFE. DO YOU UNDERSTAND THAT?!?! YOU HAVE NO SAY IN WHAT HAPPENS." He pushed me back. I hit the wall I was chained to and fell to me knees again. I felt something come up...oh no. I threw up. When I opened my eyes, red was splattered on the floor around me. I sniffled and closed my eyes again. "Ugh. Look at the mess you made. Now I have to clean it up." Kellin growled.

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(Andy's P. O. V.)

I opened my eyes to hear someone's voice speaking to me, telling me to wake up. I looked over to my side. "G...Gerard? Where are we? What happened?" I asked. "OH, ANDY! YOU'RE AWAKE! Dude! Some guy objected to your marriage and he took (y/n)! No one knows where she is! We're in the hospital. That guy who took (y/n) shot you with a knock out dart in your neck." Gerard explained to me. My neck did hurt a bit and the dart explains it. "Are there police working to find (y/n)?" I asked. "Yea, I reported a kidnapping and police are on the job. This all happened yesterday and you've just woken up." He told me. "I need to get out of here. I need to help find (y/n). I need to get my wife back." I'm determined to find my wife. I can't bear this separation. The more I think about her, the more I fear of what's happening to her. She could be tortured, abused, sexually abused, and I fear this one the most: dead.

Gerard checked me out of the hospital and I went straight to the police station. I walked up to the lady at the front desk. "Hello, how may I help you?" She asked. "I have some information that could help on a recent kidnapping case." I said. She nodded and dialed a number into her office phone. "Yes, Agent Blaq, someone just walked into our office and he says he has information about your case....yes...alright, I'll send him back." She hung up. "Special Agent Blaq would love to hear what you have to say about his case. Just step through those doors, make a right and it's the third door on your left." She instructed me. (A/n: Blaq is pronounced Black) I followed her instructions and went to Agent Blaq's office. I knocked on his door. "Come in, please." He said. I entered and sat down in front of him. "Please address yourself and give me any information you have on (y/n) (l/n)'s kidnapping." He told me. "My name is Andy Biersack. I'm basically (y/n)'s husband. I say "basically" because we would've gotten married if it wasn't for her kidnapping. It happened right at our wedding. Anyways, the man who took her was Kellin Quinn." I gave some information. Agent Blaq had a realization about something. "Kellin Quinn...he escaped prison about a week ago. We've been trying to find him. So he's taken your wife? Hm. Do you know why he'd do that?" Agent Blaq asked. "I think it's because he's liked her ever since middle school. He somehow heard that her and I would be getting married and he decided he wasn't ready to let her go yet." I said. Agent Blaq nodded and wrote down what I said. "Anything else?" He asked. "I was told he drove off in a black van. The kind of van that stalkers and rapists usually use." I said. He wrote down more information. "Do you think he'd stay with anyone? Like hide with family or friends?" He asked. "I don't think he'd do that with (y/n) in his hands. I think he'd go somewhere secluded where no one would find him." I gave my opinion. "We'll gather people for a search tomorrow. We'll search as much as we can." He told me. "If you're doing a search tomorrow, count me in. If you find anything, let me know about it, and if you find where (y/n) is...I will be there with you so we can take Kellin Quinn down for good." I told him. "That can be done. We'll include you in everything we do. Searches, discoveries, leads, and especially...getting Kellin Quinn in handcuffs and taking him down to solitary confinement." He cleared. "Thank you very much." I shook his hand and left his office.

(Y/n)...wherever you are...I promise I will find you.