After John and Shawn had returned home from the funernal; John got into the shower to help clear up his thoughts. The fact that Randy didn't go, the people who were argueing and bickering about Hunter and about his own children that he will have to raise without their father.
John knew that Shawn was there to help him out but it wouldn't be the same without Randy there helping John along the way.
John sighed to himself. He was hoping that Randy was okay...
Elsewhere
Randy woke up with a start and found himself handcuffed to the posts of a bed and struggled to get the chains off. He looked around in fear and was wondering where the hell he was.
"Where the fuck am I?" He whimpered a little. "Wade! Where are you?"
There was no answer and he looked around the room in horror as he saw photos of himself on the wall and they all have someone's dried blood on them.
"Blood?" He was becoming more worried and thought about John and their kids. "John... My babies..."
Why is this happening to me? he thought, shaking badly. Please just let this be a bad nightmare and I'll wake up any second now.
The bedroom door opened and Wade walked in, smirking. And Randy gulped, realizing that this was not a dream or a nightmare...
"Hey, Randy," Wade moved closer to him. "How are you feeling?"
Randy growled. "You fucking asshole!" He tugged at the handcuffs, but to no avail. "Let me out of this place!"
Wade chuckled darkly. "Now, Randy," he said calmly. "We both know that is not going to happen for a long time."
Randy's eyes widened. "No..." he was now more scared. "Please you can't do this, Wade!"
Wade slapped him hard across the face and Randy yelped in pain. "Now," Wade's eyes grew more darker. "I think it is time for us to have a bit of fun, Randy... Heh..."
Randy was about to be in the beginning of an nightmare...
John's house
"That's very werid..." John frowned as he looked at his cellphone.
Shawn looked over at him. "What is werid?" He asked kindly.
"Randy's not answering his cellphone and I called him like four or five times already..." John's expression on his face showed that he was extremely worried about Randy and for his well-being.
"Maybe the battery died," Shawn suggested with a shrug of his shoulders.
"Maybe you're right, Shawn," John still looked a bit unsure.
Shawn nodded. "Well, I'm off to bed," Shawn got up and walked to the stairs. "Goodnight, John."
John smiled. "Night, Shawn..." He replied as he watched Shawn walking upstairs.
John shivered. He felt like something bad was going to happen. Something really bad...