Dead on arrival (FOB/Patrick Stump Fanfiction)

Fourteen

Annie's point of view

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I woke up on the floor of a small room with my ankles and wrists still tightly restrained together. I sat up, shaking my head quickly, trying to comprehend what was going on. I felt as if I had been passed out for days. This room seemed all too familiar to me. It was surprisingly cute and comfy. The floor was carpeted, and the walls were painted a pastel blue. There was a single window planted into one of the walls, but one thing that really caught my attention was the sun shining brightly through it, casting a beam of sunlight on the carpet. It reminded me of my room back home in Iowa.... actually... this was my room...

"Hey Annie? Are you home?" I heard a voice calling for me. I looked  around the room, noticing the door was closed. The voice sounded like... Patrick... Why was he in my old room?

"Pat- Patrick?" I sighed under my breath, just barely under a whisper.

"Annie? Where are you?"

"I- I'm in my room!" I yelped, still barely under a whisper. What was wrong with me? Why couldn't I talk?

"Annie.... Annie?"

"Wait... Patrick..."

"Annie, Wake up... wake up..."

"HEY!! I said wake up! I ain't playin'!" Jordan shouted, violently shaking me from my sleep. I sat up quickly, breathing heavily. I looked around, trying to comprehend the dream I had just experienced. Seconds later, I was forcefully dragged by the back of my neck with my wrists still zip tied together. Fortunately, my ankles had been set free of the painful ropes of which used to be tied around them. I was taken to another room with Jordan's hand still slightly gripping the back of my neck. I shrugged my shoulders in discomfort, mentally wishing that he would let go of me. He opened the door of a room. One that looked no different from a regular manly lounge or "man cave" of sorts. In the middle of the room, sat an average couch that seemed to recline. In the corner, I noticed a miniature fridge with several beers and soda lined up neatly into rows. Nearby the fridge, was a Foosball table, and a dartboard with... Maddy's face pinned to it... I cringed, looking at it. Finally, the grip on my neck was released. I took in a few anxious breaths before I was violently pushed to the floor. I attempted to use my hands to catch myself, but on the impact of the fall, I felt a snap in my wrist, screaming louder than I ever had before. I looked up with tears threatening my eyes, and the next person I saw was Brad. He was standing directly over me with a dark look in his eyes, and a sly grin forming across his face.

"Good to see you again." He teased, laughing at the end of his sentence. I began to stand up again, ignoring the searing pain in my wrist of which I was sure was now broken... the worst part about it being that the zip ties were still tightly wrapped around them.

"Just tell me what it is you want from me!" I demanded, ignoring the uncontrollable tears coming down my face. He paused, looking at me blankly. He simply turned around, and walked out of the room again. I was confused as to why he'd just left me there, but I was sure at this point that the dude was purely insane. Lucky for me... I now had a free opportunity to get out of there... The first thing I had to do was untie the zip-tie from around my wrists, and find Patrick. This was my one chance before Brad and Jordan came up with a plan of what they wanted to do to us. I needed a miracle, and suddenly my prayers were answered. On the other side of the door, I could clearly hear Brad and Jordan's conversation, but it all came crashing down for them in seconds.