A/N WOW it has really been ages since I last updated. I am genuinely sorry for neglecting my beautiful readers. It's mainly because I danced every night after school last week, had so much homework and revision (meant to be revising for the science exam I'm gonna fail right now, but hey, this is more important to me ;) ) and had a slight writers block. It's no excuse I know so please except my humblest and sincerest apologies. I also really enjoyed that cliffhanger as well, meant to leave you hanging for a bit but not this long, I really didn't mean to leave it a week :L Anyhow, I hope this lovely long chapter will make up for it and I will try my hardest to write the next tomorrow and update as soon as humanely possible once I've failed my science exam :D
It all gets better after this chapter, this one made me cry so much, but it does get better now. Also, the Busted boys start to make an appearance :D YAY
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Disclaimer: Really? I'm sure you know the drill by now. I don't own Mcfly or Busted, they all own themselves *chuckles* I only own the plot and them nasty kidnappers.
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It started with a scream.
The three Mcfly boys sat on the sofa gasped, tears running down their cheeks as the scream filled with pure terror and pain carried on and on. There was no picture on screen yet but the boys recognised the harsh cry as Dougies. They had never heard it like that though before. It was blood curdling, filled with hurt and fear, enough to shock the hardest of men into tears.
And right now Tom, Harry and Danny were not the strongest of men and they knew their friend was being hurt more than he'd ever been hurt before, even with everything that had gone on in the past week. This scream was beyond anything Dougie had screamed during even the worst rapes and beatings.
Danny, Tom and Harry stared at the TV, blurry through their tears, as the black screen slowly faded and a picture appeared. There were at least 10men onscreen, all huge, like man mountains and all dressed in black.
These intimidating men were surrounding a pale, weak, scarily skinny boy. Dougie. His band mates had never seen him in a worse condition.
Worse than Dougie's ill health however, was what the men surrounding him onscreen were doing. All of them were clutching in their meaty hands various menacing looking thick sticks, hammers, mallets, bricks and an assortment of other nasty looking weapons.
All the men were hitting any part of Dougie they could over and over again, not caring where the blows landed as long as it was a part of Dougie. The Mcfly boys watching could hear Dougie's screams, cruel laughs of the men, sickening crunches as Dougie's bones broke and dull thuds as the weapons connected with the frail bassists skinny frame.
It was truly horrifying and Tom, Danny and Harry knew they'd never lose the visual and sounds memories of their best friend being beaten to within an inch of his life, not as long as they'd live.
Yet there was still worse to come.
After about 10 minutes, although it felt like a lifetime to the boys watching, Dougie's terrifying screams stopped as he fell unconscious after a particularly vicious blow to the head by a metal pole. The men surrounding Dougie stepped back as one and surveyed him for a while. Soon enough, one of the beefier looking men stepped forwards, fiddling with the front of his trousers.
He slapped Dougie round the face until he came back into conciousness. Seeing this, the man quickly flipped the broken boy over onto his front. Tom, Danny and Harry looked on in horror, realisation dawning on their shocked, tear streaked faces as the man onscreen stripped Dougie of his lone item of clothing and violated him roughly over and over again as the men surrounding the duo watched and laughed viciously.
Dougie started screaming again, louder and higher pitched than before, filled with even more pain and terror. Tears started falling even harder down Tom, Danny and Harry's cheeks.
Eventually the man seemed to tire of his sport and stood up again, rearranging himself as he did so. He stood back and surveyed Dougie alongside his fellow captors for a moment.
Then, acting on some unknown signal the men came forwards to the beaten up, raped bassist and kicked him. They kicked him and kicked him, over and over again, till he had fallen unconscious. They carried on regardless, only stopping when they all seemed out of breath and spent.
One by one they left the cell, leaving Dougie alone in the middle of the room, unconscious, violated, every bit of him bruised and broken, inches from death.
Tom, Danny and Harry gaped at the screen as the pitiful, horrifying image faded. The only coherent thought any of them had was that they wished they could've tried harder to get the money and not have had to settle for this terrible, terrible compromise.
They gazed at the screen a little while longer, tears continuing to fall until one of the black clad men in the room with them spoke.
"Our money, if you will gentlemen" it said harshly.
"No finding out where your poor, ickle Dougiekins is until we get the money" the icy voiced man added. Danny shivered and handed over a canvas bag someone from the bank had dropped over the day before.
"It's all there" he whispered "every last dollar."
"Very good" the icy voiced man praised. "Now Douglas I believe has been lovingly dumped outside your recording studios. I'd go now, if you ever want to see that pathetic bassist of yours alive again" Tom, Danny and Harry sprung from their seats.
"Now now boys" the harsher voiced man reprimanded. "We can't let all of you go. Just one will suffice" Danny looked at the others.
"Please. Please let me go" the others saw the desperation in Danny's eyes and nodded. With their confirmation Danny ran from the room and headed out to find his love.
"We're going to leave you now boys. It's been a pleasure doing business with you" the icy voiced man spoke and doffed his imaginary cap. With that, he and his two companions left the house. Harry and Tom were left on their own in silence, staring at the phone on its cradle, hoping that Danny would soon phone with news of Dougie.
Danny drove like a maniac through the rain, not really watching where he was going, just concentrating on getting to their recording studios as quickly as possible without causing a major accident.
Upon arriving outside, luckily in one piece, Danny wrenched open the door of his car and, spotting a pale, huddled mass on the rain soaked floor, sprinted over as fast as he could. Crouching over the skinny, broken frame of his best friend, his soul mate, Danny crooned Dougies name whilst more tears dripped down his nose and onto Dougies torso.
Carefully picking his friend up, he ran back over to his car and laid the unconscious Dougie out on the back seat, securing him in so he wouldn't get hurt any more. He quickly dialled the Mcfly house phone and told Tom to meet him at the nearest hospital. Jumping back into the drivers seat, he drove only a little slower to the hospital.
Abandoning the car outside the entrance to A&E he slung Dougie carefully into his arms and ran in the front entrance and straight up to the desk where a kind blonde nurse was sat.
"Please help" he cried desperately, a dishevelled mess. "Dougie...raped...beaten up...starved for a week...10 men...please" Danny managed to gasp out. The nurse quickly made sense of the garbled words and cried in horror. She shouted for some doctors.
They ran over and one of the male doctors tried to take Dougie from Dannys arms. Dougie seemed to revive a little at this point and cried brokenly:
"No, NO. Need...Danny...men...not good" the doctors looked at each other and then at Danny, stood helplessly with a writhing Dougie in his arms.
"Listen" one of the doctors started. "I don't know what's happened here for this young man to end up in such a state, nor do I care right now. We just need to get him medical attention quickly. Are you a family member?" Danny shook his head numbly.
"You're his cousin now. Right, this way" the doctors quickly strode off and Danny followed. They led the way into a private room and gestured to Danny to lay Dougie on the bed in the middle of the room.
Danny did so and then sat in the chair beside him, loosely holding Dougies fingers. The doctors bustled about him, saying and doing things Dannys brain was too tired to try and understand.
The mental relief of having Dougie back, maybe not sound, but definitely safe was too much and he was exhausted.
He slowly felt himself slip into a blackness he couldn't get back out of.
When Danny next opened his eyes he immediately registered he was lying on a hard uncomfortable floor and he was staring at Toms converses. He slowly sat up and gazed at the owner of said converses and Harry.
"How's Dougie" he asked sleepily.
"We don't know yet. It's been 6 hours and they haven't told us anything" Tom replied. They all sat in silence, brooding on their own thoughts.
"Friends of Douglas Lee Poynter" was suddenly called, and the three Mcfly members gazed at the door to see a man in a white coat look at them. They all numbly stood up and followed Danny to the door and into another office. The man cleared his throat, ready to speak.
"I'm sure you've realized already, but your friend Douglas has been severely hurt. It was touch and go for a few hours as to whether he'd survive, but he managed to pull through and is in a severe, but stable condition. He's suffered many internal injuries, but we managed to start healing these in the operating theatre. They will continue to heal on their own now. He's also suffered many broken bones, including several in his legs and arms, his ribs, his right collar bone, nose, jaw, ankle, wrist, hip and a slight break in his neck. We've put him in a full body cast to help these all heal, but there is nothing else we can do for them right now. The ones that weren't clean breaks will take slightly longer to heal, but he will survive. He also has severe malnutrition and dehydration, pneumonia, hypothermia…" the doctor carried on listing the extensive injuries Dougie had suffered for a while longer, but Danny had zoned out. He was shocked.
How could one boy suffer this many injuries and live? It was beyond all belief. Danny zoned back in as the doctor started talking about the other issues at hand.
"But from what I've heard and what Mr Fletcher and Mr Judd told one of the other doctors about what Mr Poynter has been through, it is not so much the physical damage we are all worried about, but the psychological damage. Yes, the injuries were life threatening, but they can and will be fixed. He just needs a long hospital stay for those and to stay in bed for a further six months and then use a wheelchair whilst he learns to walk again. But the psychological damage, now that is going to take years we believe. Misters Jones, Fletcher, Judd, are you all prepared for a long journey to help your friend?" the doctor asked, looking at the three Mcfly boys intently.
They all nodded vehemently; wanting to do anything they could in their power to help Dougie get back to normal.
"Very good. I believe Mr Poynter is awake right now, you can go and see him if you wish. He's just down the corridor in room 323." the doctor said with a kind smile. Tom thanked the doctor and led the way out the door, Danny and Harry following behind.
Once out the office the three boys fell on each other, crying and laughing in relief.
"He's going to be alright, he's going to be ALRIGHT" Danny cried happily. The boys drew back and looked at each other. They all looked lighter and happier than they had in days, a weight lifted off their shoulders. They had their Dougie back and now all they needed to do was help him heal. They knew that it was easier said than done, but they would and could do it. They would do anything to help him.
"Guys" a tearful Tom started "Do you reckon we should get the Busted boys in? I mean, it's a lot for just us three to handle and I know they'll help make things better. I would say his mum and sister, but it's probably best not to tell them until he's at least a bit better, she'll just get in a flap and worry and make herself ill" the other three nodded, conviction clear in their eyes and Tom headed out to call their friends.
Danny and Harry looked at each other, then wrapping an arm around each other for comfort headed down the hallway to find their friend.
Standing outside room 323 they both took a deep breath and Danny opened the door. They slipped quietly into the room and gazed at their sick friend. Tears started running down their cheeks as they took in his poor condition.
He looked worse than Danny had imagined, tiny in a bed far too big for his slight frame, casts and bandages covering every visible part of him, the blanket over his legs raised with the bulk of them. Tubes and wires were hooked up to him; leading from various machines and stands to his body. There was a constant beep of a heart monitor and the drips of several IVs. It was nearly as bad as seeing him beat up.
Harry sniffled and Dougie slowly and painfully turned his bandaged head towards the door, only being able to turn it a little way because of the cumbersome neck casts.
When Dougie saw who it was, he let out a hoarse cry and turned his head away again, attempting to curl up into a ball.
Danny and Harry stared at him, tears running harder down their shocked faces at Dougies reaction. Was he not happy to see them? They were hurt and scared.
For his part, Dougie lay there, wanting to curl up in a ball facing the wall away from his friends, but not being able to. He wanted to do this only because he couldn't bear to have them face him anymore, not when they knew what he'd been through and how dirty he was. It was irrational Dougie knew, but he couldn't shake the feeling off.
He wanted to be their friend again, but was sure this was only a pity visit. Why would his friends, as successful and clever and talented as they were, want to be his friend again?
Danny sniffed, dried his tears and hesitantly walked to Dougies bedside. Harry followed a couple steps behind.
"Dougs?" Danny started. Dougie doubled his attempts to turn over. "Dougie, please stop. You're going to hurt yourself" Danny's voice rose desperately as he helplessly watched his friend.
"NO" Dougie cried.
"Why Dougs? Why? Don't you want to be friends with us anymore? We'll understand if you don't, just please tell us the truth. You're our best friend, we love you and we want to help you but we can't if you don't want to face us. Please Dougs, please" Danny's voice broke on the last word and he started crying again.
Dougie stopped writhing on his bed and gazed up at his friend, looking intently into his eyes. Did they want to be his friend again? Dougie still wasn't sure. Danny had said they did, but did he mean it? Dougie didn't know but had to find out. He tried to find the strength in him to talk to his friend.
"But thought…you wouldn't want to be…friends with me…too dirty…broken…don't deserve me…too good for me…love you…but too dirty and horrible" Dougie managed to choke out hoarsely. Danny's heart broke at the boys proclamations.
"You stupid boy Dougie" he said fondly. "We want to help you. We've been out our minds with worry. What you've been through, no one should have to go through. We want to get you better so much, we'll never leave you. We love you Doug" Danny gazed down at the broken boy. Dougie gazed back, more certain that Danny actually meant what he said.
"Love you Dan…Haz…sleepy now" Dougie whispered and Danny stroked the only visible bit of hair he could. Harry carefully held one of Dougies hands.
"You sleep Dougs, we'll be here when you wake up. Toms gonna be here soon and James, Matt and Charlie. We'll see you when you wake up" Danny said soothingly and Dougie let himself drift of into the first proper sleep he'd had in days, feeling more secure in the other Mcfly boys love for him, feeling that maybe, just maybe, they'd always be his friend and he'd get better.
Danny and Harry looked at the boys sleeping form as Tom entered the room.
"They're coming" he simply said as he walked over to Dougies bedside and carefully took the hand Harry wasn't holding. Danny and Harry smiled at his words.
"Everythings going to be fine. It's going to be fine" Danny said happily, still gazing at Dougies figure on the bed in case there was any change in his condition.
"Of course it is" Harry replied, also carefully staring at Dougie.
"Guys, we ought to get some sleep. Dougie's gonna be out for a while and we'll need to be alright and here for him when he wakes up again. It's no good if we're really tired" Tom told them seriously. Danny and Harry nodded.
" 'Kay, but we stay in here. I promised him we'd be here when he woke up" Tom nodded his agreement and the three boys settled themselves around Dougies bed. Once comfortable, they called their good nights and drifted into a happier sleep then they'd had in a week, safe in the knowledge they had their Dougs back and could help him.
The Mcfly boys slept on, smiles on all four faces.
A/N genuinely hope you enjoyed this chapter, I know I did :D Shall update soooon mon amis :D REVIEWS PLEASE? It truly, honestly, really is the best thing to know what you think of my writing :D Promise