A/N = Hiyaaa! I'm back from France and Germany! Had a great time over there :)

Sooo here's the new chapter!

Have any of you had a meet and greet already? If so please tell me all about it in a review! I can't wait for them to come to the Netherlands again! :D

Oh and to FlyingZoe : I might upload my new Dutch story somewhere when it's finished, but it's gonna be a long one probably XD

Thanks for waiting! Enjoy!

X Evi

Chapter 52

Rick's POV

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?

I bit my lip, so hard that I could taste the bitter, copper taste of blood in my mouth, to stop myself from crying out in pain, while I struggled to get my hands free. A voice in my head screamed at me that it was useless, and that I would only hurt myself by fighting, but I ignored and kept fighting with the tie-wraps around my wrists, effectively strapping me to the wooden chair I was seated on. It frustrated me to no end to not be able to get free from this stupid chair. It was an old wooden chair; I was strong and should be able to break the wood if I used all my strength. But my ankle was hurting me so much, I could barely move an inch without my ankle burning in agonizing protest. When I could barely hold it together anymore, I stopped my struggling for a moment, and gasped in shaky breaths. My wrist were bleeding, the result of being cut by the tie-wraps due to me pulling it as hard as I could for the past few hours. Dougie was still heavily out of it, and had barely even moved. Partly I was glad he was unaware of the situation we were now in, and he didn't have to feel the pain of a broken ankle yet. Now I had the time to try and get free, and to try and think of a plan. Frankly, the only plan I had right was now, was to get free somehow and reach the walkie talkie, to contact Dougie's bandmates, and ask them for help. That was the only thing I could think of right now. Attempting to escape was obviously out of the question. There was no way we would be able to even get out of the house with our broken ankles, let alone make our way through the forest. Plus, I was sure Jared would have made sure all the possible exits were now locked somehow, so there was absolutely no way we could make it out of here just by ourselves.

And just staying here and hoping for Jared to have mercy on us and let us go unharmed was out of the question as well, because that would be just keeping an idle dream. I had a feeling that Jared might want to kill us, after he got the money. Or at least me, because I had betrayed him. And Jared would never forgive me for that. He was a seriously messed up person, who just didn't feel any compassion for anyone. He only wanted people to listen to him, to obey him, and he liked hurting anyone who didn't followed his every command. I used to be his friend, but now I had 'betrayed him' and now I was listed as his enemy. In his brain, it was all as simple as that. I have to admit, I felt a bit hurt and sad about it, but I also knew that it was just the way he was. And if I wanted to stay alive, and not be killed by my former friend, I'd only have one option, and that was to contact the McFly boys. And I'd have to do that before Jared would realize the walkie talkie was in the room.

I sighed, and took another deep breath, then started pulling at the tie-wraps again, attempting to break the wood of the chair. I was in a way lucky that they hadn't just tied my hands up together, but they had tied them to the chair separate. The tie-wraps were too strong to break, but if I could break the chair, I would have my hands free, and not tied to each other.

I almost cried out when my ankle was jerked against the legs of the chair when I started to violently jerk at the tie-wraps, and I stopped again for a moment, the pain too overwhelming to ignore anymore after ignoring it for a few hours already.

It was getting hard now to keep up the struggling. I was starting to lose strength, and even worse, faith. Bravely gritting my teeth, I tried one more time to jerk at the tie-wraps, but I couldn't even keep it up for longer than two minutes anymore. I slumped back into the chair and felt the world spin around me. I sighed and closed my eyes, finally succumbing to a shallow slumber.

I half woke up a while later, when I heard the door being unlocked and footsteps entering the room. A hand touched the side of my face, and it appeared to be checking if I was really sleeping. I softly groaned and before I knew it the black pools of unconsciousness swallowed me up again.

I awoke fully with a start though when I heard whimpering sounds come from the other side of the room. It took me a moment to gather my thoughts about where I was and what had happened, and why my ankle was hurting so goddamn much. It didn't take me long to remember what had happened though. I quickly looked up to the source of the whimpers on the other side of the room, and saw Dougie had woken up, and was weakly pulling at the tie-wraps around his wrists.

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