"Dear Hiatus..." (Sequel to A Living Hell) // Fall Out Boy

I'll Check In Tomorrow (Andy's POV)

"And remember," Courtney's helper said, tying ropes around my wrists, strapping me to a chair. "you try anything," she spat. "you'll have to go through Courtney. And it won't be pretty."

I sat there in the chair, not having a choice, watching the woman walk out of the room, slamming and locking the metal door behind her. I was left sitting there in the cold, metal chair, left with nothing but my thoughts. But, I didn't exactly know what to think. All I wanted to know was if Joe, Patrick, and Pete were okay, because if Courtney hurt them or had anyone hurt them, she'd regret it. Nobody hurts my best friends and gets away with it that easily.

Nobody. 

I sighed, looking up at the ceiling. I moved my hands slightly, trying to see if the ropes were loose, which, to my surprise, were. I moved my hands a little more, eventually wriggling my right hand out of the bind, then worked on getting my left hand out. Once I did so, I reached down and untied my ankles. I stood up, pushing the chair away from me, then went over towards the worn, old bed in the corner. I sat down on it, resting my head in my hands, just worrying nonstop about everyone else and what could possibly be done to them as I sat here. I eventually laid down, spreading my body across the stained, dirty, thin mattress, then covered my eyes with my hands. 

The images that flashed into my head killed me, worried me, made me physically sick. Before I knew it, I was gripping my stomach, leaning over the edge of the bed and vomiting all over the floor. I groaned, wishing I could just stop thinking all together, wishing that all of this was a terrible dream that I'd wake up from.

Sadly, it's not as easy as it seems. My thoughts kept consuming me, making me feel like I was going insane. I couldn't handle this again, I knew it. I was staying strong for Joe's sake, but sitting alone in a cold, dark room with nothing but your thoughts makes you think about so much more than what you were just presented with. I was always one to be strong for Joe's sake. I hated to see him hurting, but now that I was alone, I realized that I didn't need to be strong for anyone, since they couldn't even see me. The only person I could be strong for is myself, but what's the point? Being strong for me would just get me hurt, get me killed.

It wasn't worth it.

I didn't need to be strong right now. There was absolutely no use for it. I won't give up, but I won't be strong either. I'll do what I need to to get out of here, to rescue the guys, and to put an end to Courtney's evil ways. 

Hell, I'm making myself out to be the hero here. I'm thinking I'm going to save everyone, that I'm going to kill Courtney and stop this all for good. Could I do that? Maybe. Would Courtney allow it? Definitely not. See, she'd do anything to make sure we're in pain, to make sure we're hurting, and to make sure that we are physically aching from being worried and from being afraid.

It's her own special way of getting off.

As I kept thinking to myself, imagining horrible scenarios, I heard the large, old door creak slightly, snapping me out of my thoughts, making my heart go into overdrive. As I heard those infamous heels tap against the floor, my breathing hitched. I gripped the edge of the bed, not being able to move. As I swallowed, she came into view, wearing that signature smirk on her lips.

"Miss me?" she asked, chuckling a little as she closed and locked the door behind her. "'Cause I certainly missed you," she said, walking over to me.

"W-What do you want?" I asked.

"Just to talk," she said, standing in front of me. "Aw, did Andy make himself sick?" she asked, motioning to my vomit on the floor. I just swallowed again, not wanting to talk. "Hey, aren't you supposed to be in the chair?" she asked, pointing to the chair and ropes. 

"T-The rope was loose," I said.

"Oh, so you just figured you'd weasel your way out of it instead of sitting there like you were told?" she asked, walking back over to me.

"I-I just, I-"

"You do as you're told!" Courtney raised her voice, her hand making contact with my cheek, making pain spread throughout my face. "And, if you don't, Andrew, you know there will be consequences. Maybe not for you, but maybe for someone you love." 

She flashed her smirk at me again, making my heart race faster and making me incredibly angry. I had no doubt in my mind that she was going to use my love towards Joe against me, and the other way around. If she couldn't hurt me enough herself, she'd hurt the person I care for the most, which would inevitably kill me mentally, make me break down and do what she wanted. I've got her all figured out, but that doesn't mean she won't use new tricks, new ways to slowly torture the four of us. 

"Now," she said. "how do you think Joe's doing?"

"I-I don't know," I said.

"Any guesses?" she asked.

"Good, I hope," I said, knowing that that definitely was not the case.

"Oh, I wish you were right," she said, a small smile growing on her lips as she turned around, making me scared. "I'm afraid your poor Joe has gone insane. He's lost it."

"What did you do to him?" I asked, tears threatening to escape my eyes.

"Me? Oh, I didn't do a thing!" she laughed.

"That's bullshit!" I shouted, tears spilling down my cheeks. "You know he's scared, you know he's weak right now! You're using that to your advantage to make his life a living hell! You're making him insane! It's all you!"

She turned back around, facing me. He eyes pierced mine, making me instantly regret everything I had just shouted at her. She slowly walked towards me, my fear increasing with every clack of her heels against the cold, concrete floor. Once she got in front of me, she leaned down, getting within inches of my face. She glared at me, gripping my shoulder tightly with her hand, her nails digging into me. 

"You ever fucking mouth off to me again, Joe will be gone. You'd better watch what you say or your little lover boy will be nothing but dust in the wind," she quietly said, her cigarette breath blowing in my face.

She gripped my shoulder tighter, then stood up. I thought that was all, but boy, was I wrong. She let go of my shoulder slightly, her hand still resting on it. That's when her muscles tightened and she threw me to the ground, making my head slam hard against the floor. I couldn't get up, I didn't dare to. She kicked me slightly, rolling me onto my back, making my vision blur from the tears spilling from my eyes still. She rested her foot on my chest, her heel poking into me. She leaned down and looked me in the eyes. 

"You'd better watch what you say. You wouldn't want Joe to die on your account, would you?" she asked, I slowly shook my head no.

She smirked, making a little noise. She lifted her foot off of me, then started towards the door. I sat up, coughing a little, then watched her as she walked, getting closer and closer to the door.

"Please," I said quietly, ceasing my crying and looking at Courtney. 

"What was that?" she stopped in her tracks.

"Please," I said once more. "just let me see him."

She walked back over to me, looking down at me as I sat on the floor, sweat covered, shivering, and coughing. She just stared at me, her eyes piercing mine again. I dreaded her answer, knowing what it would probably be, but I still had a small shred of hope that I'd get to see Joe very shortly.

"Fine," she glared at me. "but not until tomorrow."