You Can't Bring Me Down

Lately I've been hard at work planning future You Can't Bring Me Down chapters. Just now, I'm only focusing on this story. The others fanfics I have are not forgotten about and WILL be finished. Everything's a mad rush at school just now as all the teachers are cramming in last minute tests and whatnot but it's so unbelievably close to the summer holidays and then I will be back to my twice a week updates! This story is going to be quite long I'm beginning to think, what with all the ideas I've got in store! If you're still reading this fanfic then I LOVE YOU SO MUCH! This chapter is a little bit pointed in the other direction but I promise you; I know what I'm doing and it will at the end all come back to McFly;)!

Chapter Fourteen I Never Meant The Things I Said To Make You Cry

DOUGIE'S POV

The first thing I register is a high pitched whistle. Like a train or… someone screaming? My head aches at the back and my mind feels cloudy, almost as if someone's wrapped it in cotton wool.

My senses slowly start to return to me. I'm lying down on something soft and there's a fresh smell in the air, similar to new furniture or a newly hovered carpet. I tiredly open my eyes to reveal my surroundings. I sit up carefully, and frown at the unfamiliar room. On one wall is purple and pink swirly wallpaper, the other three walls are a soft cream colour. Opposite me where I'm sat on a brown leather sofa is a plasma telly propped on the wall by a bracket. The volumes on low and the telly shows the end of a film, the credits rolling of the screen. In the corner is a cream leather recliner armchair. There are other various decorations filling the room, giving it the air of wealth such as a glass coffee table in the centre of the room, or the creamy golden silk curtains and low hanging chandelier.

"Thank god, your awake!"

My neck snaps around, nearly giving me whip lash. My bleary eyes focus on my dad standing in the doorway.

"Dad?" I croak.

Dad smiles fondly, "Son, it's nice to see you. I'm sorry for the way Grant tackled you down at the park earlier, you know what your cousins like, he gets a bit carried away"

I laugh, I know Grant all too well. We grew up together, joint at the hip. It was only when he started at a new secondary school did we separate and see less and less of each other.

Grant barges into the room, narrowly missing dad.

"Dougie!" he bellows, and picks me up into a bear hug, "I was beginning to wonder if you were still alive!"

"Same goes for you mate!" I clap him on the back.

I sit back down and he joins me on the brown leather sofa.

"So is this your place?" I ask Dad, looking around me in wonder.

"It sure is" Dad grins.

"But how?..."

"I was promoted" Dad winks at me. For any other son or daughter, hearing your dad had been promoted surely would be a good thing? If it was in a good job. My dad being 'promoted' just meant he had upped it in the criminal scene.

I frown, "Dad I don't want you getting caught, the higher you go up, the harder you'll come crashing down if your found out"

Dad picks up what looks like a gin and tonic from the glass coffee table and takes a delicate sip, "Son, you worry too much. The higher you're rated, the more gadgets and the more efficacy you have when carrying out a plan. Dougie I'm in such a better place now! We used to be such amateurs, we used to know nothing"

I give him a long hard look.

"Why did you kidnap me anyway?" I snap, my mood changing suddenly, "Why did you bother, hm? You just walked out the door and now you beckon me into your big fancy apartment. Do you really think I give a shit? I'm still holding onto all the drugs you gave me, do you know how terrifying that's been? I've had no one to trust or to save my arse if the police come snooping around!"

I huff, out of breath.

"Dougie for goodness sake, I've only ever been a phone call away! Don't act like I abandoned you! I've brought you here to get back into the business, to train you up, teach you some new tricks!" Dad clarifies his face becoming animated.

"Dad, I never once said I wanted to get into all this crap-" Grant got up with a sigh, evidently bored with all the arguing- "I want to go back home, to mum. Next time ask me before knocking me out, okay?"

I get up and make for the door.

"Dougie!" Dad growls at me. He grabs my wrist, locking me into place.

I look into his deep sea green coloured eyes. "We started this together so we will finish this together. No son, and I mean no son of mine will walk away from me. We're family it's in our blood. Don't try and pretend you're better than me because you grew up with this, don't throw it all away now"

"Don't manipulate me into this!" I hiss, trying to release my hand from his grip.

Dad slams his glass down and brings his face up to mine, millimetres from touching. He grabs my other wrist and grasps them both so tight it becomes painful. I wince.

"Let go Dad!"

"You are not going anywhere so don't try and struggle, there's no point in losing energy. Don't you remember what happens when you disobey? When you start to give me attitude?"

"I'm fifteen now, you can't do anything to me, I'm free" as soon as I say it I regret it. An evil twisted smirk creeps onto his face.

"What was that little Dougie?" He starts to bend my unbroken arm backwards. "You won't be able to do much with two broken arms will you?" he cackles.

I grit my teeth and try to take the pain, try and do the opposite of what he wants me to do. He bends it further and further backwards. Tears start to prick at the back of my eyes. I bite down hard on my tongue.

"Okay, okay, I'll do it, I'll do whatever you want me to do!" I yelp, caving in.

Dad relaxes letting go of my arm, I caress my arm as it shakes in pain, "That's what I thought. Now there's a good little boy"

He takes a step back, "We're having a meeting with the guys in five, so get ready, and we've all prepared a little job for you"

He takes another step backwards and looks at me, cocking his head to the side.

"I wish you would listen to me, so I wouldn't have to hurt you" he smiles sadly then gives me a small pat on the head. With that he turns and leaves the room.

I take a deep breath and assess my arm. There doesn't appear to be any damage, I was lucky for once. I take another shaky breath and sink to the sofa. What shit have I went and involved myself into now? Maybe if I wasn't so intimidated by Dad, so weak I would be able to escape but no I am weak, worthless wimpy and weak. And I'm trapped and no doubt going to be their new little puppet. There's no way for me to get back home to mum. I close my eyes and think of my cold dinner waiting on the kitchen table back at home. How mum will be pacing and tutting and wondering how, after we had just talked could I go and betray her. But I've not betrayed her, have I?

I hear footsteps then dad appears again, beaming, "Come on son, let's go meet the lads"

I grin back at him, and try to forget my worries. He's just my dad, if I do as I'm told he has no reason to hit me, right? Butterflies tickle the inside of my stomach as I think of meeting all the guys. If I forget about mum and Jazzie and Sylvia and school… then this could be home.

He ruffles my hair.

"Am I glad to have you back!"

He rests his hand on my shoulder and guides me downstairs into the basement. I slow down before approaching the door. Dad senses my hesitation and spins me around, "I know it's been awhile but it's just all family in there, we're all here to support each other, we've all you got your back"

I nod and take a big gulp before dad creaks the basement door open…