angel with a camera || andrew siwicki x reader

15 | Missing

     My head was in pain, I don't remember much of what happened within the past few hours. But some memories relayed in the back of my head.

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     The knocking had interrupted the calmness that the song had brought, but I knew who it was going to be. Or so I thought. I skipped over to the door like a carefree schoolgirl and opened it, regretting not checking who it was. My blood ran cold when I saw the figure standing at my doorstep.

     "You." I stated coldly.

     "Come now, is that the way to greet your boyfriend?" he smirked. I attempted closing the door but the strength of his arm stopped me. "Now where exactly do you think you're going, babygirl?"

     "Get out, Damien. Now." I hissed. He chuckled and shook his head. I backed into the room and found my phone, thankfully still unlocked. Damien looked around the apartment and I took advantage of it by opening the voice recorder and hitting record.

     "Now why would I want to do that?" he mused. "After all, I haven't seen you in oh, so long. I miss you."

     "Like hell you do." I spat, "You miss hitting me, making me bleed, turning me into your helpless little toy. Well let me tell you bitch, I'm not anymore. Now get the hell out."

     "Or what?"

     He stepped closer to me and stroked my cheek with his fingertips. I growled softly and grabbed a bottle from the table. "Or I'll make you suffer like you made me." I hit him on the head with the bottle and he yelled in pain, the glass shattered and was spilled onto the floor.

     "You bitch." He hissed. He grabbed a hold of my wrist and I tried to wriggle free from his grip. "I figured you'd be so much easier to get rid of compared to that so-called boyfriend of yours. But no, you had to stay by his side, didn't you? That's your problem, (Y/N), you care too damn much. I should've killed the both of you when I had the chance."

     I looked at him in disbelief. "You? You caused the accident?"

      "Like hell I did. I figured if I got rid of him you'd come running back to me. I was close, too. But by some damn miracle he fucking survived, and after I'm done with you, it's his turn." His grip got tighter and I tried my best to find some way to hurt him. I kicked him in the balls and he let go of my wrist. "You fucking bitch!" he yelled. I grabbed another bottle but he recovered quick enough to take it from my hand and hit me on the head. I fell to the floor and my vision blurred. His figure standing above me and my ears ringing.

     "It didn't have to end like this, (Y/N). Maybe if you were smart you wouldn't get hurt. But now look what you did. It's your fault. Just like it always is." He shook his head and my vision darkened, and I fell into a long state of unconsciousness.

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     I rubbed the back of my head in pain before realizing where I was. I looked over and saw Damien in a driver's seat of the car. The smell of alcohol and smoke poured into my lungs, giving a toxic feeling I didn't enjoy having. He noticed my state and looked at me momentarily.

     "You're awake I see. How's your head?" He asked calmly. You could have swore this asshole was bipolar because of how quickly he changed emotions. One second he could be the pinnacle of boyfriend material, the next he could be beating the hell out of you and digging your own damn grave. It was one of the things I hated so damn much about him.

      "I'm fine." I stated coldly. I didn't look at him. There was a silence in the car and I most certainly was not going to break it. Talking often resulted in an outburst and I wasn't in the mood for another one. Around Damien, any small little remark, action, anything, could cause him to into a fit. Most times it wasn't even physical abuse, he'd go on ranting and insulting me, calling me names, blaming me, saying that everything that had happened was somehow my fault. Truth be told, Damien often refrained from physical abuse, it was one of the reasons why hardly anyone ever caught on about my situation. It was rare for him to leave any bruises or marks on my body. And when he did, he made damn sure I did a good job of hiding them.

     I hate him. I hate him so much. And it was taking everything in my damn body and soul to not find something to kill him right here and now. But in my current situation, not knowing where I am, no way to find anyone, I'm fucked. I don't want this. I want to go home. I want to see my friends. I want to see Andrew. I want to wake up from this absolute hell of a nightmare. I want everything to be okay again. All thoughts aside I decided to try and sleep again, but aside from one bitch of a headache, being trapped with my asshole of an ex-boyfriend with no way to get out, I found it hard to rest again.

Andrew

     I couldn't seem to process any emotions from the past few hours. Upon finding (Y/N)'s broken and battered apartment, I called Ryland in a frantic manner. I explained what happened and he told me to calm down. It took a moments to get me to and I admitted that I was fine. That was a lie. I wasn't fine. None of this was fine. The only clue I have about where she is was the voice memo she left on her phone.

     Ryland took me to Shane and his new house and I found myself pacing across the empty wooden floors. This continued for hours as I overheard Morgan, Garrett, Ryland, and Shane discuss what course of action we were gonna take. I frowned and my train of thought didn't allow me to hear Shane's question.

     "Andrew? Andrew!" he called out. I snapped out of my anxiety and turned to face him.

     "Yes?" I asked.

     "Do you know anything about (Y/N) that might help us? Where was from, what happened, who this...Damien asshole is?" he questioned.

     "Uh, yeah. She mentioned that they used to live in Florida. He was abusive and he was really protective around her. But not in a good way. She was always afraid of him finding her again... it's sad to say that he did find her." I frowned and Shane smiled softly.

     "Well, that's something, but it's not helping us by much. You know what he looks like?" Ryland asked.

     "Wait...I do. She had a photo of him and her together back in Florida in front of his car. Its enough to get a good description of him." I stated. I pulled out my phone and entered in (Y/N)'s name into the search button on Instagram, I scrolled down and found the photo that I first saw of him and her back at the party a few months back. I nearly show it to them but the car in the background of the photo nearly makes me drop the phone itself. "The car. I recognize it."

     "What?" Shane looked at me confused. I showed him the photo.

     "The car, it was in the parking garage earlier. But the one in the garage had a large dent in the front of it. Like it... crashed somehow." The last few words dripped out of my mouth seemed to piece the rest of the puzzle together. And thankfully, my luck was in for it. Because the plate number was on the front of the car, clear as day in the photo.

     "I know how to find (Y/N)."

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~Word Count: 1,339~

Next Scheduled Update: Monday | December 3, 2018

a/n

hi!! so this is slowly coming towards the end, and because of that, i have started a new fanfic!! if any of you watch VanossGaming and/or are a fan of the banana bus squad or the gay baby gang, aNd really love kryozgaming then i got tea for you and its called i started another one so if u love my children then i definitely encourage you to go check it out whenever i post the first chapter. love u guys

stay frosty

xoxo

-AR