"We Need to go" I gulped, my voice cracking and tears streaming down my face, he just stared at me. My family were in danger! why wasnt he doing anything. "NOW" I screamed, pulling him and running down the corridor, "pick up your stuff later, we need to get back to the bus now" i shouted, remembering all of his stuff was back at the room. Andy rang his manager who happily said he would pick up his clothes. I shoved him a pair of joggers and he reluctantly put it on, giving himself some kind of composure at least.
We ran out to the car and i jumped in, "drive" i shouted resting my head in my hands. How could i let this happen. Thinking Andy was the kidnapper because he gave me that stupid piece of paper with a smiley face.. wait,what?
"Andy" i whispered, staring at him. He gave me a faint smile and rested his hand on mine. I pulled away and huffed.
"what was that paper about" I questioned, he looked confused but then made an 'oh' sound and looked at the roof sitting back.
"some guy told me to give you it" he said like it meant nothing. I scowled, he slowly turned his head to face mine.
"Did he give you a message?" i edged closer.
"oh yeah" he laughed "i forgot to tell you, he said you have til tomorow morning, what a weirdo!"
"You fucking what?" i bellowed hitting him across the face.
We pulled up outside the tour bus, andy rubbed his face. It must have stung but i didnt care he ha-
Just then the piercing sounds of 4 gun shots rang through my ears. My eyes widened with panic, andy and i jumped out simoultaneously and ran to the door.
"no, you stay in the car" i roared, i knew he would ignore my request so i pushed him back. "you've already done enough damage Andy" i hushed, he turned to return to the car as i opened the door and causiously stepped in with my hands above my head.
"Please" i whispered, staring at the tall figure covered in black, head to toe. A balaclava tightly wrapped around his face and a gun, held between his hands. They seemed to be shaking quite furiously, was he nervous? did he feel guilty about what he was going to do?
"i heard gunshots, please, tell me they're alive"
silence. he stared at me, his breathing heavy, eyes like a destroyed child. Sorrow and guilt.
"what do you want from me?" i asked edging towards him.
He flicked the gun my way, motioning for me to step away.
"ok, ok" i breathed hard, tears escaping my eyes. I brought myself to look at the four bodies on the floor. All strapped up and on their knees. Black cloth bags over their heads. Limbs tied with rough brown rope. The surrounding skin, raw red and bleeding. It was evident they had a struggle.
"dont worry, they're not dead" a familiar deep voice choked up from behind. "yet" he chuckled grabbing my shoulder and heaving me to my knees. I stared up at the figure squinting. he lied. FUCKING LIAR.
"You're a fucking LIAR" i bellowed, Andy restrained me laughing.
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Dedication: To LeidenDolks, for the comments and support! you've given me more inspiration to keep writing, thankyou<3 hope you enjoy the chapter:)
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Make A Choice, Danny
Fanfiction(Brusnop fanfiction) When a mystery writer starts to send Danny letters marked with a signature ':)' the simple antics of a couple, turn upside down. But who is this writer? and what do they want with Danny?
