A/N = Hi ya! :D
Sooo here's the new chapter! :D I suddenly had inspiration and wrote most of the next chapter too, so that'll be up soon too :D I've got one question for you though: Do you think Im changing POV 's too much? I like changing the POV's but I thought maybe you think it's confusing or something?
And I have good news! I'm thinking of doing a sequel. Not sure yet, because I have already written the beginning of a completely different new story as well, so I'm still debating which one I'm gonna do first :P But this story isn't over yet. Those two days will be very long. *laughs evil* XD
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Chapter 46
Rick's POV
At half past three I walked up to the two monitors in the livingroom, and after I had made sure that no one was in the room with me, I quickly wound back the tape of the camera showing the livingroom of the boys' house, to yesterday. Not that it really mattered a lot. The only one who ever watched it was Jared, a few times on the first two days or so. I had spotted Jeff and David watching the monitor only once, not to check them, but to 'check them out'. So there wasn't really too much risk of them finding anything out.
It felt a bit weird doing that, going behind my mates backs. But I didn't feel any hesitation. I'd had enough of this situation, and I was going to try to end it as soon as possible. Dougie was depressed. Or at least that was what I assumed. I hoped he wasn't going to suffer from post-traumatic stress or something. We had made the wrong decision to pick him as our kidnapping victim. We should have taken a stronger and older member of the band, not the youngest and the most fragile.
Sure, Jared, Jeff and David thought they had taken the right person. And the first day I had thought so too, seeing the reactions of his bandmates. That was what it was all about then. But then I hadn't thought yet about the consquenses for Dougie's well-being. We all hadn't, but the others simply didn't care. I was just inexperienced with kidnapping and maybe even a bit naive. All I knew now was that I was feeling guilty and responsible to clean this mess up.
Dougie was laying down again in foster position on the cold floor. He seemed a little off today. I wondered what was wrong with him. We hadn't drugged him or something, and he didn't seem sick. Maybe it was the stress getting to him. Or maybe my assumptions were right and he was indeed getting depressed. Maybe it was both. I couldn't blame him.
I turned away from the monitors, not wanting to see Dougie laying there anymore. I hated the feeling that ran through me whenever I saw him, the cold guilty chills that ran over my back. It was weird really. I was a criminal, on the run from the police, because I had committed cold-blooded crimes, without feeling guilty for it at all. Yet this boy suddenly made me feel so guilty and responsible.
It was only half past three. I had told them I'd be there around four in the afternoon, and the driving wouldn't take half an hour. I could go check up on Dougie for a little bit before I'd leave, but I decided against it. He was laying on the ground, seeming calm. I didn't want to upset him if it wasn't really necessairy. He would be fine for the time he was away, just two hours at most. And it was for his own good.
So I left at half past three, decided to pay the guys an early visit. I didn't even tell my kidnapping mates where I was going. I decided it wasn't necessairy. They went away sometimes as well. If they'd start to ask questions later, I'd just tell them I had been to the supermarket, which I was planning to do anyway.
Danny's POV
We were all sitting on the big sofa in Tom's livingroom. The sofa was nice and comfy, with enough space for another person, yet none of us felt comfortable. We were all sitting there in silence, seeming calm maybe from a distance, but I knew none of us were. Tom had shuffled up to me and now sat almost pressed up against me. Barely unaudiable whimpers now and then left his mouth. I could hear them because he was sitting so close to me, but I was sure Harry, on the other side, wouldn't even hear them.
Harry had his big muscular arms crossed over his body and sighed deeply. His face was scrunched up in a frown. He was worried, and so was I. What kind of scared me was how bad Harry was taking all of this. Harry was usually our rock, who never backed down and who never showed he was afraid of something. But now we could all sense how worried and nervous he was. I guess he still was the strongest out of all of us, but it was Dougie we were talking about here. Dougie was Harry's little friend who was like a little brother to him. He had felt protective over him from the first day we ever met him. Of course he was worried sick. Like all of us. Why was I even expecting him to... well I didn't even know what I expected him to do. I was just afraid.
A quarter to four. Fifteen more minutes to kill.
Then suddenly the doorbell rang, startling us all to jump to our feet.
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