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Chapter 55

Dougie's POV

Rick didn't waste any time by untying me, which would be pretty useless anyway, because the tie-wraps are too strong to be broken without, for instance, a knife. He stumbled towards the table with the walkie-talkie on top of it, grimacing in pain, but biting his lip and just continuing to walk on his broken ankle, and reached out to grab it in his hands, then with a broken sigh he let himself collapse to the floor. Again he didn't waste any time for himself, and immediately turned the walkie-talkie on.

'Hello? Boys! Answer please!' He said in a raspy voice, and out of breath.

I had no idea what time it was, and if my friend were even still awake. What if they wouldn't answer? For all I knew it could be the middle of the night. It felt as if I had been out of it for a pretty long time, and when I woke up, it had looked like Rick had been sleeping too, and I had woken him up. My stomach hurt, and I realized that neither of us had had diner this night. But that wasn't important now. I felt more like throwing up than eating diner anyway. And I still felt so dizzy, like a cloud was washing over me, trying to pull me back into the black pools of unconsciousness. I desperately tried to fight it and kept my eyes wide open.

'Hello? Danny? Harry? Tom?' Rick continued, and briefly threw a worried glance over at me, when my eyelids became too heavy to stay open. Both our attention was snapped back to the walkie-talkie though when we heard Harry's surprised voice answering.

'Hello?' Was all he said, his voice hesitant.

'Harry, right?' Rick said, 'We need your help. Me and Dougie. Harry, you need to call the police.'

My head cleared a bit from the bliss of hearing my best friend's voice through the walkie-talkie, and I faintly heard him gasp, then pull himself back together.

'What? Why? I thought that was the last thing we were allowed to do? What happened?' He asked worried.

'Harry, are you in reach of the security camera's?' Rick asked cleverly, and I sighed relieved when I heard him answer with a 'no'.

'I'm in my bedroom.' He answered briefly, then I heard some faint noises, and then the voices of the two leadsingers, and my other two best friends, entering the room as well.

'You need to call the police,' Rick said again. 'It all got out of hand, and Dougie is in danger. They've tied me and Dougie up, and when they come in to check on us, which they have already done a couple of hours ago, they will see that I have broken free, and then they will know that we've called you, and we'll be in big trouble, so you have to be really quick.

I gasped in shock, not having realized that yet. What if they'd kill us? My body wanted to panic, but my head was spinning too much.

Rick explained them the address where they had been hiding me for the past few days now, but my mind only barely registered it, falling deeper into the black abyss. The last thing I heard was Rick's voice, softly saying my name, and then I completely fell back into the blackness again.

Harry's POV

I had never in my whole life felt so much excitement and fear flow through my body at the same time, and I'm sure the same could be said for my two band mates, seeing how they were shaking just as bad as I was after we disconnected the call. Tom had written down where the guy said they were hiding Dougie. It had sounded like they were really in bad trouble, and I couldn't hear Dougie, which worried me even worse. What if he was injured?

I grabbed my cell phone, and quickly dialed the emergency number, then impatiently waited to be connected to the police department. I explained the situation and the woman on the phone immediately took action and told me to wait safely at home. The police would handle this. But of course, I couldn't wait, none of us, and while I had been on the phone with the police, Tom had hastily called Fletch to inform him on the situation, and Danny had looked up the address, and in less than five minutes we were all seated in our band van, racing over the roads, Fletch probably breaking all speed limits without a sweat, making our way to save our youngest band member. In the distance we could hear the wailing sounds of sirens, heading the same direction we were driving.

None of us said something during the way, except for Danny, who was seated shotgun, and giving Fletch directions from his navigation program on his phone. Tom was biting his lip, and I was just trying to breath, and trying not to think too much about the danger my best friend was in right now.

We entered a forest, and knew we were heading in the right direction. Danny had trouble to give the right directions in the thick forest, when we went deeper in it and the roads were becoming merely small sand roads. Suddenly we heard the sirens come closer, and realized there were three police cars coming up from behind us with incredible speed. Fletch didn't have to pull up his car to let them pass though, because in front of us we suddenly saw a small house, made of wood, and we knew this was the place where Dougie had been held kidnapped all this time.

More police cars came up from behind us, followed by an ambulance, and two officers made their way over to our car, to check who we were, while the other cars surrounded the house and police officers barricaded the possible escape routes. We half wanted to storm the house and just get my bassplayer out of there right there and then, but the police officers held us back, and told us to stay out of the way.

Within ten minutes the house was surrounded by at least ten police cars, and police officers, and snipers had the house surrounded. A police officer, who seemed to be in charge, carried a large megaphone with him.

What could possibly go wrong now?

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