Andy Brooks
The smell of a disgusting chicken mixture woke my dead senses up. I saw light little by little, but my eyelids seem to be so tired, they just drooped.
"What do we do now, man?" An unknown deep accented voice surprisingly appeared beside me, making me want to wake up and slap his face. Who the heck is this asshole? And why is my body so sore that I can't even move a muscle?
"I don’t know man. I saw a gun in her pocket though, must be a toughy." the other voice said. Ha Ha Ha. You two are fvcking enjoying yourselves huh? I WANNA MOVE SO BADLY. ANDY, WAKE THE FREAK UP!
After forever, the "pinching yourself in your sleep" seemed to finally work and I succeeded in opening my eyes. I touched my forehead and it hurts like shit, as I regain my vision. Blurry at first, but then the two person came clear.
And the other three standing up beside the bed.
"ONE DIRECTION?"
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Slaughtered
FanfictionThe dark and hidden Andy Brooks meets the five richest teenagers in the world
