We pulled in at a McDonald's and went inside. Lindsey ordered a double-cheese burger and I had a quarter pound-er. Lindsey started rambling about the concert and how amazing she thought it was. The whole thing was fun, but I was tired and my head hurt a little.
"I just can't believe he wanted you to touch him." Lindsey smiled excitedly. I actually laughed at that, I couldn't believe it myself. The way he looked at me when the concert was over was a little strange as well. I decided to forget about it and continued eating. When we'd both finished, I threw the trash away and we were about ready to leave. We walked out to the parking lot toward the car. Before I knew what was going on, a faded, red van came to a screeching halt between us and our car. The side door flew open and pulled Lindsey inside. I didn't know what to do, I didn't want to leave my best friend, but I was afraid of what would happen to me if I didn't run. It made no difference anyway, my legs wouldn't move. I was in so much shock that I didn't even scream when a man grabbed me and threw me into the vehicle.
Everything around me was just a blur, I could only hear the screams and cries Lindsey made as I tried to regain my vision. As it all came back, I counted three people in the back of the can with Lindsey and me, including the guy that threw me in. At the front, there was someone driving us out of the parking lot and a person sitting in the passenger seat just staring at me. It was too dark to see any faces so I focused on trying to sit up. Suddenly, one of them grabbed the back of my head and slammed it into the side of the van.
"Stay the fuck down!" A man's voice yelled at me. My head was spinning at this point which didn't help my head ache from earlier. I did as I was told, Lindsey continued to squirm around and cry so one of the guys in the back grabbed an old cloth that had been laying around and gagged her with it. Then, he pinned her down so she would stop moving. I couldn't focus on anything, my head smarted way too much. I put a little pressure on my temples with my index fingers, hoping to relieve the pain a little at least. The person sitting in the passenger seat was still watching me, I flinched when I saw his hand reaching toward my face. Instead of striking me, like I was expecting, the stranger gently ran his hand across the bump on the side of my head, almost like he was making sure that I was alright. Looking at his face was like de ja vue, like back at the concert when Andy Six was looking at me. Was it Andy?
"We can stay at that abandoned motel we saw earlier. At least until we're done with them." I heard the driver say, I could instantly tell that it was a male. I should have tried to help Lindsey, but I was still too dazed to do anything. I looked up again at the guy still running the palm of his hand on my face. I was desperate to find out if he really was the singer of Black Veil Brides. After a moment of hard thinking, I guessed that there was only one way for me to find out.
"Andy?" I asked, looking up into his eyes. His hand froze and so did his breathing for a moment. He bit his lip and looked down at the floor of the van, he nodded slowly. He finally withdrew his hand from my face, but he remained turned around toward me in the passenger seat. The only thing going on in my head was, "What the fuck is going on?" Lindsey and I had been kidnapped by Andy Six? If my friend wasn't currently in panic mode and on the verge of passing out, she probably would have been jumping for joy to know that the singer of her favorite band was helping kidnap her. Then again, I highly doubted that. Something had to clearly be wrong with this guy and his friends if they were kidnappers.
I felt the van weave and make a turn in the road and pull into a parking lot. I could only guess that we were at the motel that was mentioned. That's when fear had really set into me. I had no idea what they were going to do to Lindsey or me, I wasn't sure what was going to happen to us now. The three in the back opened the slide door and got out, one of them, who had brown hair, threw Lindsey over his shoulder. The blonde who'd smacked my head against the van attempted to grab me and drag me out, but I kicked my feet at him and crawled to the very back of the vehicle as far as I could go.
"Come here, bitch!" He ordered, climbing back into the van. I remained where I was, too afraid to move.
"Blake, don't worry about it. I'll get her out." It was Andy, he was standing next to the van, leaning his head in. Blake glared at me for a second before hopping out and walking with the other four to the motel. Andy stayed there, never once trying to come in and grab me or yell at me. Never the less, I was still frozen in place. "Come on." He said to me quietly. I slowly got out of the vehicle, Andy took my arm gently and led me to the abandoned building. I looked around, noticing that this place was isolated on a back road, there weren't even cars passing by.
The single story motel wasn't very big at all, it only had serval rooms in the whole thing. The inside smelled awful and it's appearence was no better. Lindsey continued to thrash about and kick her legs and the man carrying her had had enough of it. Suddenly Blake grabbed my hair pulling me toward him. He and the one carrying my friend took us to room two and threw us inside, slamming the door behind them. I went to Lindsey trying to comfort her, but I could hear them putting a chain on the other side of the door locking us in.
"We're going to die aren't we?" She asked me after pulling the gag out of her mouth. Her words came out in sobs, but I could understand her well enough. I wasn't sure what to say so I hugged her and tried to come up with the best I possibly could.
"I don't know...I really don't." I couldn't think of anything to say so I decided to be honest with her. In the back of my mind, I was trying to find out who those guys with Andy were. They certainly weren't part of Black Veil Brides, but Andy must have known them some how. They were probably friends of his, that's what I concluded.
I could tell Lindsey was tired, every few minutes she would start dozing off. I looked around the dark room trying to find any place to sleep. There was only an old brass bed with a mattress that had springs sticking out here and there.
"You should get some rest, I'll stay awake in case any of them come back." I assured my friend. She sat still, thinking about it for a moment and then nodded. She lazily climbed onto the squeaky bed and layed down, trying to avoid the sharp springs. Minutes later she was asleep.