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Chapter 23
Dougie's POV
I felt desperate tears stinging my eyes again, this time more urgently. They were tears out of guilt and pain and exhaustion and shock and everything put together. Just the whole idea of me being kidnapped for a really big sum of money scared the crap out of me, and now I had been also been beaten until I was literately bleeding. Plus, the mental image of Tom and Danny's fear stricken faces, and Harry's desperate face, when I ripped away from his lovely arms to safe my other two best friends from harm being done to them, made me feel so incredibly guilty. And now I was just plain exhausted and wanted nothing more than to go home and cuddle with Harry, while Tom and Danny fussed some more over me, and then I wanted to fall asleep in Tom's big bed with my three best friends holding me.
Depressed feelings took over and finally the first tear forced itself to roll over my cheeks. Rick, who had previously been fiddling with the first aid kit, looked up at me when I sniffed, and sighed when even more tears rolled over my cheeks, drowning my pale face.
'Don't cry, Dougie. Crying doesn't help anything, it only makes you weak. Now stop those pathetic tears and shape up.'
I tried to blink the tears back, and even closed my eyes, but I couldn't keep them back anymore.
'I want to go home.' I whispered weakly, and I knew I was a pathetic little coward then, but at that moment it was all I wanted. Rick snorted and laughed softly, but not in a mean way.
'You'll go home, don't worry, only after your friends have paid us 3 million dollars.' He answered simply, and got closer to me, making me cringe away from him.
'Dougie, please. You're being such a wimp right now. I'm merely going to chain you up normally again.' Rick said, starting to get a little annoyed with me again. I wanted to scream in desperation at him, of course I was being a wimp, because I had just been beaten the shit out of me. But I kept quiet, and let him take hold of my wrists, to release the shackles around it. He sighed when he noticed my bloody wrists, which I had caused myself by pulling at the chains in panic.
'Don't tell me I'm going to have to clean your wrists as well now?' He grunted. I shook my head quickly, while he closed one shackle around my right ankle, and left the other for what it was. He then inspected my wrists again. But honestly, they weren't too bad, and I really wanted him to leave me alone and not hurt me anymore.
'Please go away.' I sighed out tiredly, and Rick looked at me funny for a moment, then seemed to decide that my wrist didn't need to be cleaned as well, and he let go of my weak arms.
'Alright. I'll leave you alone then. Do you want some painkillers first?' He asked me, while he got on his feet. I shook my head quickly, really wanting him to go away. I didn't understand why he was being so helpful to me, after first allowing Jared to beat me up. And he had hurt Tom pretty badly, without feeling sorry for him. Why did he take care of me? Maybe just because he wanted me to be healthy so I could be released without too much trouble… Even though that was most probably the reason for all this, it still confused me.
He nodded, then turned around and walked away, towards the door. He looked back at me one more time when he had reached the door, then opened it and walked through it, closing the door behind him. Finally I was alone, and the tears that I had to hold back the whole time could fall freely now. But I was so tired that after a really short while I was too exhausted and the tears stopped again. I let myself cautiously fall over to my side, careful to not hurt my sore back even more, then closed my eyes and tried to block out everything around me. It wasn't long until I felt myself drift away to blackness.
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