I Love Rock And Roll, But I Love You More (Jardougall)

Give Me A Sign

Does anybody care? Is anybody there? Take this life, empty inside. I'm already dead, I'll fall to rise again. I can feel you falling away.

*Jaime's POV*

"Guys where the fuck are we?" my bud Vic had asked.

"I'm assuming that we're on the Wyoming - Colorado borderline because this is the same road that my dads and I took when we went to Vancouver to visit some family." Andy had said.

"So I'm guessing that we're on the Cheyenne road. Right?" Kellin had asked.

"No, really? I had no idea we were on the Cheyenne road." Andy said very sarcastically as he wacked Kellin on the back of his head.

"Hey, hey, hey. There's no need for violence." Of course Vic and I were always the calm ones and if it weren't for Vic and I being the level headed ones and we weren't along with Kellin and Andy on whatever happened to the 4 of, they would fight each other a lot.

They care about each other, they just for some reason fight a lot.

"So did the 3 of you happen to know this person who kidnapped us? What about you Andy?" Vic had asked.

"I think I might recognize this place because I kinda remember coming here on weekends and meeting up with guy to have... Oh no." he had said.

"What?" I asked Andy.

"You guys remember how I told you about this one ex that I was in a romantic/sexual relationship with who was very sociopathic and psychopathic? How I had gone to the police with one of my other friends and got the ex put in jail?" Andy had asked the 3 of us.

"Yeah." The 3 of us had said.

"Well I thought that he was going to be in jail for much longer than a year. I was told that he was going to be in jail for the rest of his life. Or at least I assume that he went to jail. So now I think that he's just trying to get back at me for trying to get him put in jail for being a psychopath as well as a sociopath by kidnapping me and 3 of the people that I care about most."

"Great." Kellin had said under his breath.

"Well at least we have our phones and phone chargers. At least I do. What about you guys?" I had said. Vic, Kellin, and Andy shook their heads.

"Okay than. I'll try calling the cops."

After I got the cops on the phone and explained the situation, they told me to stay on the line and had the phone put in my pocket, because right after that Rickshaw (Andy's psycho/socio ex) came into the room.

"Andy. One year and you haven't changed all that much. You're still the little faggy bitch that I remember you to be."

"At least I'm more of a man than you, you dick." Andy responded rhetorically.

Once Andy made that rhetoric comment, Rickshaw threw Andy over his shoulder and took him to his room or somewhere else in the house.

"Sir, do you think you might know where you are?" the police person that I was on the phone with.

I gave them the address and the police person told me they're on their way with a couple of cops.

*30 minutes later*

I heard sirens. "The police are here thankfully."

When Andy came back into the room with Vic, Kells and I, he looked scared and Rickshaw was right behind him, saying, "Okay which one of you faeries called the police on me?"

He ended up looking at me because he knew that I was the only one that still had my phone on me.

One of the police thankfully was behind Rickshaw silently, handcuffed him and said, "Mike Martin, you're under arrest for the kidnapping of four high school students. Quick question kids, did he happen to rape any of you before or after the call?"

Andy had said, "He grabbed me while Jaime was on the phone with you guys and raped me."

"Mike Martin, not only are you under arrest for kidnapping four high school students, which will get you put in jail for 9 years, but you are under arrest as well for raping one of the high school students for another 9 years."

The police finally took him away and one of the officers offered to give us a ride to our school or homes.

Which we gladly took the offer and went with going home. After we went to the hospital to get a rape kit done on Andy.

I'm just ready for this to be forgotten about.