A/N = Hiya!
Sad news again. Im going on a holiday again. This time two weeks with my family. I thought it was going to be no problem, because my dad had promised me we'd have internet there. Turns out… we don't. And he told me that this evening, and we're leaving tomorrow. 'It's not such a big deal right?'
Uh YES IT IS!
: (
So I gotta leave you again, for two weeks now : (
I hope you won't hate me for this…
But to try and make it up to you I've written an extra-long add for you! : )
And I'll try to write during the holidays so when I come back I can add as much as possible : )
But I gotta tell you, Im also writing another story, a book-like story, in Dutch. Its inspired by the Mortal Instruments and it's for a project. : ) So now I gotta split my writing time.
Anywaysss
Here is the next chapter!
Chapter 51
Rick's POV
Okay, this was bad. This was really bad. Jared was furious at me, and furious is for Jared equal as insane and dangerous. I knew him well enough to know that I'd have to be very careful now. But I didn't want to tell the truth, because I was sure he would be so mad he'd flip even more. And I really wanted to prevent that at all costs. So I decided to keep playing dumb once more, but couldn't contain my own anger and frustration.
'Seriously Jared, what the fuck is wrong with you? You're acting freaking paranoia. Its pathetic. I've been to the supermarket, because our fridge was getting empty AND because I couldn't stand your paranoid bossy behaviour all the time.' I hissed at him. Jared actually looked taken aback at my outburst, but that look was wiped off his face in a split second, and replaced by boiling rage again.
'Don't try to fool me, Rick. I know you haven't only been to the supermarket. This is the last time I'll ask without acting. If you don't answer me now, I'll hurt your little friend over there. Do you want that?'
I barely supressed the gasp that wanted to escape my mouth, and gritted my teeth in seething anger. I knew I was supposed to feel scared now, but somehow I felt more angry at Jared then scared of him. He just pissed me off so bad right now. He had tied me up to a chair, for god's sake! I knew he was crazy, but that he would be as mad as to tie his mate up and threaten him... And all that merely for going to talk to the other three band mates, for not even five minutes. But he would flip if I told him that, even though it was such a small thing. By now I started to regret going to the other three boys behind their backs. I should have known that Jared would be paranoid and react like this. I should have informed them. Then this mess wouldn't have happened. But lying obviously didn't work. And Jared had said that Dougie had already told them.
´Alright, alright. God, Jared, you´re really overreacting here. I went to see the other three boys, to tell them they´d have to hurry up with the money. I only was there for two minutes at most, and then I left again, with a good answer, and went to the supermarket.´
Jared glared at me for a moment, seemingly in thoughts, and I could tell that he fortunately considering it.
´You know, your little friend here said the exact same thing, so that would be considerate... But tell me then, how come when we watched the monitor of the camera, we didn't see you?' Jared asked, still suspicious.
'Because I had messed with the tape, you idiot. And maybe because I was there for a very short time. Go check the tape. You'll see that I'm telling the truth. By the way, if you do, you'll also know what they said. It's good news.'
'What?' Jared asked in a grumbling tone, and I was incredibly relieved to realise he had calmed down a bit from his earlier furious state.
'They said they have got the money in two days.' I told him quickly, and briefly glanced over at Dougie to see if he reacted to that. But he unfortunately just stared out in front of him, not really paying attention to what was happening. I wondered if he was going to pass out soon.
I quickly redirected my attention to Jared though when I heard him laugh.
'That is absolutely brilliant. Good job, Rick.' He spoke and gave me a rough pat on my shoulder. I smiled confused, thinking that Jared was normal again now and was going to untie me soon. But I was mistaken.
'Hey, Jeff, David. I guess we got ourselves one million each.' Jared told them, with a mean smile on his face. Jeff and David momentarily shared my expression of confusion, then I understood what he meant.
'What do you mean? What about me?' I protested, and Jared grunted at me.
'You betrayed us. I can't believe I trusted you. You were going behind my back all the time, didn't you?' He spat in my face, his face full of anger again. My eyes went wide for a moment.
'I didn't! I…'
'SHUT UP RICK!' Jared bellowed at me and I involuntary flinched.
'You are a stupid coward, Rick. You are no longer a part of this.' Jared told me, with his eyes boring into mine. Before I could even open my mouth to say anything back he punched me harshly in the face. I bit my lip from the burning pain.
'I hope you're happy now, Rick. Now you can spend two whole days with your little friend over there. Then I'll have two days of thinking what to do with you two after we've got the money. I suggest you behave well, Rick, if you wanna keep living.'
With that, he motioned for Jeff and David to leave the room, and then made to leave himself as well, but stopped his actions when I cried out again.
'Wait! Jared! Don't do this! Damn it! I thought we were friends! I only went to ask about the money! Why are you overreacting like this?' I screamed at him, feeling both angry and hurt by his actions. I knew he was a crazy maniac, who should be behind bars or in a mental institution, but still, he had been my friend for quite a long time now.
'Because you betrayed me. I hate it when people don't listen to me.' Jared growled back dangerously. Then he walked back into the room again.
'You know what? I'm going to make sure you won't be able to escape.' He spoke while he lowered himself before me in the chair, and grabbed me by my left ankle.
'I hate you now, Rick. This is your own fault.' My eyes widened when I understood what he was going to do, and I kicked out, but it was too late. Jared's hands tightened around my ankle and with a sudden jerk he twisted my ankle in such a mean way I felt the bones in my ankle snap under his grip. I cried out in pure heart wrenching agony, unable to stop the tears of pain to form in the corners of my eyes.
'SHIT! SHIT!' Was all I could form, the pain blurring my vision.
Jared stood up, smirking satisfied, and he walked over to Dougie, who seemed to have lost his consciousness completely by now.
'NO! DON'T!' I screamed, when I realized he planned to do the same to Dougie.
'DON'T! PLEASE JARED!' I screamed for the young musician. Now I was in trouble because of him, I could try to protect him the best I could.
'Don't worry, Rick. He won't feel anything. He is completely out of it.' Jared said smirking satisfied at hearing me plead for Dougie, while he put his hands on Dougie's right ankle.
'NOO!' I screamed and fought with all my might to get free from the chair, while trying to ignore the burning pain in my ankle.
Jared tightened his hands and I scrunched my eyes closed, when I heard him break the boy's ankle as well, just like he broke mine. Dougie softly moaned, but remained unconscious, and for that I was glad.
'This is your own fault, Rick. This was just so you don't escape and do things behind my back again.' Jared told me when he made his way over to the door again. He looked back one more time, then he walked out of the door, locking the door behind him.
'COME BACK JARED!' I cried out, but I knew really that he wouldn't come back. I fought hyperventilation for a moment, the pain in my ankle increasing as I struggled to break free from the tie-wraps. Then I took a deep breath, and tried to focus.
I had to do something. We had to escape… But how could we? We were both tied up, and our ankles were broken, and the door was locked. There were obviously no windows in the room, since we were in the basement. What could we do? I was sure it would be a big drama when Dougie'd wake up.
I took another breath when a wave of pain wracked my ankle, when I moved to harshly, and I gave up the struggling for a while. I looked around the room, scanning it for objects to help us. Then I realized that Jared had forgotten one very important thing that was still in the room with us…
The walkie talkie….
The question was… How was I going to reach it and use it when my hands were tied up and my ankle was broken?
Please don't hate me. This was a bad chapter : (
I promise it'll be better in the next chapter in two weeks!
Oh! And review please. XD
