Sam's P.O.V
I ran to the door and swung opened it. I looked both ways in the hallway to see if Jason was still there. Nope. I ran downstairs into the kitchen. Not there. Then the living room. Nothing. "Uhg! Jason where the hell are you!?" Soon enough Jason appeared coming from the basement. "What the fuck do you want?" he mumbled leaning against the door frame. "Why are you so fucking pissy!?" I yelled getting annoyed with him. "Why the hell do you fucking care!?" He yelled walking into the kitchen. "You know I could of just been a jerk and left you tied up down there! So stop making me regret it!" I yelled walking behind him. "You're an idiot Sam!" He yelled turning around so we were now face to face. "First of all I don't care if I was tied up down there! It would be a whole lot better than being stuck up here with a bitch! Second of-" I cut him off with a smack across the face. "Did y-" he started to speak but I cut him off "Shut the fuck up Jason! I should of just stuck with the damn plan! Leaving you tied up and me beating the hell out of you!" I yelled punching him in the face. Hard. Making him fall to the ground. He was knocked out cold. I grabbed him and dragged him back down to the basement. I handcuffed him to a pole and left him there. "I gotta contact Justin..."
Jason's P.O.V
I woke up with a massive headache. "Damn." I mumbled. When I tried to move my hand I couldn't. I looked up and saw I was handcuffed. "Sam! Sam! God damn'it Sam get me out of here!" I screamed with anger. Nothing. It was silent for about ten more minutes until I heard her "Hello? Justin?" Justin? She's talking to Justin? But why? What does this bitch want with my brother? Then I heard Sam say something that broke more then my heart... It broke me...
