❌Kidnapped 5SOS❌

Chapter 16

Michael's POV

Great, just great. I was already beaten once, isn't that enough. Why can't they just leave me alone. I have to go back with Matt and who knows what's going to happen. I hate my life. I just wish I were back home or on the tour bus. Life was so much easier to cope back then, when it felt like we had people on our side. I miss those times so much. Of course we are going back very soon, but this will still have been a scarring event.

All four of us are sitting together with our backs to the wall. The others are talking some, but not a lot. "Hey Mikey," Calum asks. I look over at him and he continues, "Are you okay, I know that's a stupid question, but if not now, are you going to be okay soon?" I just shrug in response. He looks upset by my answer, but I can't predict the future, I don't know if I'm going to be okay. I can only go off of what I'm feeling now, and right now I'm not feeling okay. I miss home. Nothing I can do about it now.

The door slams open and I jump. I look to the stairs and watch as Matt stomps down. When he gets to the bottom of the stairs I just stare at him.

"Hey punk, it's your turn, again." He says walking towards me. At this point I just stand up and head towards the stairs. I know whats coming and I would rather stay on the best side of Matt that I can. I trudge up the stairs and when I get to the top I take a couple steps out and wait for directions.

"Same room as before," Matt says, grabbing my shoulder and leading the way. I freeze as I get to the door. Matt opens it and pushes me inside. Still frozen, he drags me towards the wall the the chains on it. All I see is new blood stains covering the wall. One of my friends was in here and hurt here. Matt chains my wrists to the wall and starts punching my stomach. He keeps punching my stomach, probably taking anger out on me considering he hates me.

I stay silent, even after he finishes punching me. When he is done, he walks over to his assortment of weapons. He grabs something and walks back towards me. He grins as he holds it up.

"Remember this bad boy," he sneers. I stare at the knife. My wrists still haven't healed from the last time he used that knife on me. He just grins and starts cutting me with it, but this time, not just on the wrist. He cuts my stomach, legs, and arms. Basically he cuts anything he can get the knife 0n.

When he is done with the knife he drops it on the floor and walks back towards the table. This time he grabs a lighter and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and lights one. Matt then puts the cigarette box and his lighter into his pocket walking towards me.

"See, this is fun." Matt says before he starts pressing the cigarette to non-cut areas of my skin. At this point, I have burning skin and am bleeding.

I still have yet to say anything and this seems to anger Matt. He growls and says, "Well if that hasn't hurt enough, this will," he then takes the cigarette and starts putting it into my cuts. The cigarette has trouble burning at this point, its covered in my blood, but it hurt like fuck.

He drops the cigarette to the ground and stomps on it. Instead of walking back towards his weapons table he walks back towards me.

"I just feel like punching something for awhile." For the next, what feels like hours but was probably only twenty minutes, he punches and kicks me. After he is done with this he unchains me and I drop like a bag of flour. As soon as I hit the ground he grabs me hair and drags me towards the door. Before he throws me down the stairs me pulls something out of his pocket and next thing I know, everything is black.