~Oh my goodness, it was so hard for me to write chapter one. I almost cried! Haha.~

The gun man roughly shoved Dougie out of the band's dressing room. The last thing he saw was his friends worried faces. Dougie's heart beat fast. He was so scared he didn't know what to do. He couldn't even think straight. The man shoved him out of the building and into the parking garage.

"Bill," The gun man said. "Open the trunk."

Dougie really began to panic then. He started to struggle. Dougie ripped out of the gun man's grasp. But something struck the side of his head. Pain errupted through out his skull. He fell to his knees, as darkness took over.

"Load him up in the trunk." Gun man said.

"Start the car, Josh." Bill grunted as he picked Dougie's limp body up and duck taped his wrists together behind his back. He put the young boy into the trunk.

He slammed the trunk shut and got into the passenger's seat. The two men drove off.

Hours later:

Dougie slowly opened his eyes. He blinked a few times. He sat up. And slightly touched his temple. There was something wet and sticky on his hand. He looked at it. Blood. It ran from the cut on his temple, and covered his ear and ran down his neck. "Great." Dougie then looked around the room he was in. It was empty. The floor was just plain concrete. There was a small puddle of blood beside him. His blood.

Dougie pulled his knes to his chest and hugged them. He burried his face in his knees.

'Oh god, what am I gonna do? What are they gonna do to me? What about the guys?' Dougie thought as tears blurred his vision. He sobbed for a long time until the thick metal door swung open to reveal Josh, Bill, and Chuck.

"Aw look the cry baby." Bill laughed.

"You miss your friends?" Chuck asked and Dougie just nodded. "Well too bad. You're stuck here until they get the money. And that's only five days."

'Five days? I can't stay here for five days!' Dougie thought.

Josh walked over to Dougie and his heart began to race. He picked up the bass player by the front of his shirt. "Wh - what are you going to do to me?"

Josh just smiled. It made Dougie sick. Josh pulled back his fist and hit Dougie.

Douge spat out blood. It poured from his busted lip. Then Josh threw him to the ground and started kicking him. Dougie yelped out a few times.

The whole time this happened, Chuck recorded it and took pictures.

Dougie tried not to cry, but he's never has to endure so much pain. The three men laughed at him before they left the room. Dougie hurt everywhere. He finally managed to cry himself to sleep, thinking about Danny, Tom and Harry.

At the Mcfly house:

Tom and Harry awoke the next morning. They trudged out of their rooms. Their hair tousled, and rubbing the sleep out of their eyes.

They walked down the hall to Danny's room. He was still fast asleep. Tom went over to his bed. He gently shook his shoulder. "Danny? Wake up."

He mumbled something and pulled the cover over his head. "Come on mate, wake up." Harry said shaking him a bit.

He slowly opened his eyes. He was expecting to woken up by Dougie running and jumping on his bed, scaring Danny. But Dougie wasn't there, wasn't in his room, wasn't in the house at all. No, he was gone.

Tom and Harry took in Danny's appearance. His eyes were red and swollen, his hair messed up, and he was still wearing the same clothes from yesturday, they were wrinkled. Tom patted his shoulder, "Come Dan, we gotta get up. We don't know when those guys are coming today."

Danny slowly sat up. His head hurt from crying so much, and his throat was sore too. Danny swung his legs over the side of his bed, and stood up. The room spun, and Harry caught him before he hit the ground. "Whoops, easy there mate. Come on, let's get you some water and something to eat. You'll feel better."

"Mmm, nawt hunry." Danny mumbled. Harry and Tom ignored him. Tom went downstairs and started cooking breakfast, while Harry helped Danny down the stairs. He sat Danny down at the kitchen table. Within minutes Tom sat down some scrambled eggs and bacon. He and Harry just picked at it, eating a small bite now and then. Danny just stared at his plate. Not eating a single bite.

A few hours later there was a knock at the door. Harry answered it. And there stood Josh and Chuck. They pushed past Harry. Harry quickly closed the door and went back into the living room. Danny was laying on the couch and had his feet in Tom's lap, but quickly sat up when he saw the two men that took his best friend. Harry sat down in the recliner.

"Hey boys, how are you holding up?" Chuck asked them.

"Where's Dougie?" Danny asked in a dangerously low voice.

He ignored him. "We have something for you."

Josh went over to the VCR and put a tape in it. The three Mcfly boys watched in horror as Josh beat Dougie. There blood in his hair, on his neck, and on his lip. The tape ended with Dougie crying on the floor. Danny quickly made his way down the hall and into the bathroom, they heard him throwing up everything he had ate the day before.

Harry stood up. "You sick sons of - " He was interupted by Josh.

"We have your bass player. I wouldn't be insulting us if I were you. There's no telling what could happen to him." He smirked.

Anger flared through Tom and Harry, but they stayed silent.

"Good coice."

Danny came out of the bathroom, and leaned against the hallway frame, breathing hard. Chuck threw a big yellow envelope at him. He struggled to catch it, because he wasn't ready.

"Take a look at those. We'll be back tomorrow to see how the money's coming along." They left, slamming the door behind them.

Danny, with shaking hands, opened the envelope and took out its contents. There were lots of pictures of Dougie.

"What is it Danny?" Tom asked, already suspecting what they were.

Ones of Dougie crying, ones of Josh beating on him, and ones of Dougie laying on the ground bleeding, and crying.

Danny choked. And dropped the pictures and ran back to the bathroom.

Harry picked up the pictures while Tom went to check on their friend. A few minutes later Tom came back, Harry was sitting on the couch with his the pictures spread out over the coffee table, he had his head in his hands. Tom was almost too scared to look at the pictures, but did anyway. His eyes stung with hot tears.

Harry looked up at Tom. "Hows Danny doing?"

"He's a mess, can't stop throwing up. I'm gonna get him some Ginger Ale."

Harry nodded.

Tom went to go get the said drink.

About a half hour later Danny had calmed down. Tom and Harry were sitting at the kitchen table. Danny went ot his room without a single word to the drummer and singer.

"Do you think we should check on him or something?" Tom asked. "He's been really quiet."

"He's been quiet since we got home. He just needs some rest."

Tom nodded.

In Danny's room:

Danny stared at the pictures of his best friend for a long time until he fell asleep.

Danny was in Dougie's room. "Why am I in here?" He asked to no one in particular.

He looked down at his friend's bed And there laid Dougie. He was so pale and lifeless.

"Dougie? Dougie? DOUGIE! NO! NO! NO! NOOO!" He cried. Dougie was gone, dead, and he was never coming back.

There was a hand on his shoulder, it swung him around. It was Harry.

He was crying too. "It was your fault, ya know? You did this. He was taken because of you. You didn't do anything to stop them. You should have protected him."

Danny cried harder and fell to his knees. Harry was right. It was his fault.

Harry soon disappeared and Tom appeared. "Why did you let this happen? He was your best friend, he trusted you to take care of him. And what did you do? Let him die."

Danny screamed. He couldn't take it anymore.

He bolted up in bed and ran out of his room, pushing past Tom and Harry, who had heard him screaming. He ran to the room right next his, Dougie's room. He looked down at the bed. It was empty. He was glad Dougie wasn't dead, laying in his room, but he was still gone. He collapsed on his best friend's bed sobbing uncontrollably.

Tom and Harry watched their friend from the doorway. They slowly made their way over to him. Tom sat down and pulled Danny into his arms. Danny clutched onto Tom, crying in his chest. Harry rubbed Danny's back soothingly. So much damage had been done in just 24 hours. And they still had four days to go.

~Okay, I cried writing this. Lol. It hurt me to write Dougie in so much pain, Danny so broken, and Tom and Harry mean. Goodness, I'm evil! Tell me what yall think of it,~