Kidnapped by RoadTrip

Chapter 5

I wake up in a different room than yesterday. This room is a lot lighter and bigger. Besides, this time I'm lying on a couch instead of the ground. Unfortunately my hands are tied up again.

With some struggel I manage to sit up and quietly wait for someone to come bring me breakfast or just to see how I am.

Time goes by slowly, when you don't know what time it is. Especially when you have no idea what's going on or where you are. I have so many questions. I've even started to wonder if I actually know who my father is.

After what seems like hours later, the door finally opens, revealing a boy I haven't seen before. He looks a bit like Brooklyn, but he doesn't have the same smile on his face.

He closes the door behind him and quietly walks over to me. "Get up," he commands.

I drop to my knees and push myself up, but fall on my face.

"Get up, prisoner!" the boy yells impatiently. I suddenly recognize his voice from yesterday. This guy must be that Andy, Rye and Brooklyn were talking about.

"I - I'm sorry," I say. "It's just really hard to get up when your hands are tied."

Andy kicks me in the stomach with his foot, making me groan in pain. "Don't complain, hurry up!" He grabs my upperarm and pulls me up.

I rub my arm with the side of my head to get rid of the pain, but it doesn't work. It keeps hurting.

"Look at me," Andy says, grabbing my arm again, making tears appear in the corner my eyes. He chuckles. "Look at you, you're such a scared little birdie. Why does your father even love you that much?"

Somehow that question hurts even more than his grip on my shoulder. "Let me go!" I cry. "You're hurting me!"

Andy shrugs. "Whatever," he says, before punching me in the face and knocking me to the ground.

I cover my head with my hands when he start kicking me with his feet. "Take that, fugly loser. Nobody will ever love you as you are!"

After a couple of minutes he's done and walks away. "You're not going to tell this to the others, understand me?" he asks, when he's about to lock the door.

I swallow and shake my head. "N - no, I won't..."

"Good boy," he says chuckling, before closing the door and leaving me alone on the floor, my body covered in bruises.

I carefully push myself up and slowly pull my body up onto the couch. My body hurts everytime I move, but I'm too scared to make a sound, so I bite the inside of my cheek instead.

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Not very long after the door opens again. I hide my face in my chest, afraid I'm going to be punched again.

"Hey, are you alright, dude?" I look up and see Brooklyn walking inside. "You look a bit scared. What are you afraid of? I'm not going to hurt you."

I laugh nervously. "I - it's nothing. Really, don't worry about me."

Brooklyn shrugs. "Okay, if you say so," he says. Suddenly his eyes widen. "What's that on your shoulder? Is that a bruise?"

I quickly cover my shoulder with my sleeve. "N - no, it's not!" I say.

He gives me a confused look and studies my face. "I'm going to get Rye, stay here." He runs away and closes the door behind his back.

I sigh. "It's not like I have a choice anyway," I say to myself.

After a few minutes Brooklyn comes back, closely followed by Rye. When he sees me, Rye immediately runs over to me and grabs my arm.

"Ow!" I say.

Rye gives me a shocked look. "You're hurt," he says. His face flushes in anger. "He hurt you! He hurt you, that fucking bastard!" He angrily turns away from me and runs to the door. "I'm going to kill him!"

"Rye!" Brooklyn yells at him, in an attempt to make him stop. "Rye, come back! You're going to get all of us in trouble!"

But Rye has already run away and can't hear him anymore.

With fear in my eyes I look at Brooklyn. "What's he going to do to him?" I ask, although I already know the answer.

"I don't think I want to know," Brooklyn whispers.

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I just want to apologize for making Andy such a mean character. I know he's not a mean person, but I just had to choose one of the band members to be the mean character.

I'm sorry to Andy Fowler, and to everbody who loves him and to everyone else reading this.

( I'm pretty sure everyone reading this loves Andy Fowler, but yeah... Whatever )