A/N= New chapter!

Sorry about the fact that they're always so short. I can't help it. I'm truly a very slow writer, and I always want to update the story as fast as I can. I promise the next chapter will be better. I'll try to make it longer.

Chapter 53

Dougie's POV

When I awoke I had absolutely no idea where I was, what had happened and why I was tied up to a bed. All I knew was that my head was pounding, and that something was really wrong with my ankle. I wanted to scream in agony at the waves of pain hitting my ankle, and wrecking my whole leg, making my body tremble in pain, but all that left my dry mouth was a weak whimper. That's when I noticed how weak the rest of my body felt. I felt like I had just been hit by a train. My whole body was heavy and tired, and the throbbing in my head was killing me. It felt ten times worse than having a terrible hangover and another weak whimper left my lips when I felt my stomach knot together. I gritted my teeth together and fought the urge to be sick, then slumped back onto the bed, only to cringe again at the incredible pain that shot through my ankle when I only even slightly moved it.

I couldn't remember what had happened to me. I remembered of course that I was kidnapped, but I didn't understand why I was tied to the bed by my hands, with my ankle hurting so much it felt like it was broken.

The more conscious I got, the worse the pain got and I couldn't help but moan in slight panic as I pulled at the tie-wraps around my wrists in a desperate attempt to make the pain in my ankle go away.

Suddenly I heard my name being whispered, and I froze in fear. There was someone in the room with me. With my heart beating in my throat, I looked up into the room, and saw a man sitting in a chair. A twinge of relief surged through me when I realized it was Rick. Suddenly I remembered Jared sitting on top of me, hitting me and asking me where Rick had gone. I could vaguely remember Rick coming home, but after that it was all just a blur. I figured I passed out then.

'Rick… W-what… Why? Ahhh.' I groaned again because of the pain in my ankle and had to fight the urge to cry out.

Rick was blinking the sleep out of his eyes, and he looked at me sad and tired.

'Dougie, whatever you do, stay calm, okay? Dougie, you have to promise me you'll stay calm and quiet.' He whispered to me, his tone and face serious. I scrunched my eyes closed to try and block out the pain in my ankle, but it only seemed to increase by the minute.

'What happened?' My voice croaked out, and I softly pulled at the tie-wraps.

'Jared thinks… Actually they all think I betrayed them, and went to the police or something, and so they tied me up, and to make sure we don't escape, which is practically impossible, he also decided to break our ankles…' Rick whispered, quickly explaining, while shifting uncomfortably in his chair, probably because of the pain he was feeling himself as well.

I gasped loudly. Jared had broken my ankle? When had he done that? Why had he done that?

The fear I felt for Jared only increased.

'He did it when you were unconscious, in your drugged state.' He whispered. Right, I had been drugged. By Jared.

My heartbeat was going so fast it was worrying, and I breathed in deeply, trying to forget the pain and the fear. I wasn't dumb. I knew we were in trouble.

'What now?' I dared to ask.

'The walkie-talkie is over there, on the table. Our only option is to try and use that to inform your friends. We just have to get our hands free first.' He whispered, and sighed.

'And quite frankly I have no idea how we are going to get free.'

I looked at him with my mouth slightly a-gape. Rick had gone to my friends to help me get free faster, and because of that we were now in this crapped-up situation. I couldn't help but feel a little bit guilty, and thankful that I now knew that Rick had fully chosen my side.

I janked at the tie-wraps, that tied my wrists to the wooden headboard of the bed, using all the strength I could muster at the time, to try and get myself free. But the tie-wraps wouldn't give in. They were too strong, as I had already presumed. I hissed in pain that came from my ankle involuntary being moved whenever I pulled and fought with the tie-wraps, and gave up after a while, panting, feeling slightly panicked and very nauseous.

Rick was looking at me worried.

'Are you alright?' He asked.

'I feel sick.' I told him, feeling weak and pathetic again. 'I'm sorry.'

'It's probably the aftereffect of the drugs they gave you. The dose you got seemed pretty high. I'm surprised you woke up so fast.' Rick said softly, and then the room fell into silence again for a few moments, in which I again had to fight the urge to be sick.

It wasn't long though before I heard a screeching sound, coming from Rick, who was trying to shuffle his way towards me, by jumping up with the chair. If the situation hadn't been so bad, and Rick hadn't been biting his teeth in incredible pain, I probably would have choked with laughter at the ridiculous sight. But now I only felt surprised and curious, hoping desperately that Rick had a plan, and this shuffling was a part of it?

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