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All Your Hate


*Andy's POV*

We were speeding down a road in our van, following the car in front of us. The police had taken a normal car so they wouldn't draw attention when they got to the house. 15 minutes passed and I started to get impatient. What if Scarlette was being hurt right now? I knew she wasn't being treated right and I hoped that Jack would get what he deserved for taking Scarlette away from me. He was stupid though, to make her call me. I couldn't believe that he really thought for one second that I would buy any of it.

We finally pulled up at a normal looking house, which blended in with all the rest. it was quiet so I was hoping that he wasn't harming her. Or worse...

"Okay, we need to do this properly," said Victoria, speaking quietly. "We don't want anyone in that house to know that we're here."

Suddenly, I heard a familiar scream, coming from the house in front of us. I knew it was her. I looked at my friends and the police officers that had come with us, and then started running towards the front door. I heard shouts behind me but I couldn't stop, Scarlette was in there and she was getting hurt, and I wasn't going to let that happen.

I got to the front door but it was locked. "Andy!" I heard someone say behind me.

"What?" I turned and saw Victoria there.

"Don't do anything, I can unlock the door without making a huge noise. If he hears anything now he could be prepared, and if he's harming her in any way we need to catch him during the act," she said, taking a tool from her pocket and picking at the lock. She finally managed to unlock it right when I heard another scream - this one sounding more urgent - come from what sounded like upstairs. I burst into the room and found the stairs, climbing them as quickly and quietly as I could.

There were a million doors in the long hallway, and they were all open except for one. Another scream. I ran towards the closed door and the rest of the guys plus the police officers were right behind me as I pushed open the door and burst into the room. The sight I saw made my blood boil.

*Scarlette's POV*

It had been yet another day that I had woken up in this disgusting basement room. I felt the tear stains on my face and remembered calling Andy yesterday. Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my chest, thinking of him, and started to feel tears running down my face again. I remembered telling him that it was over and I could hear the shock in his voice, and I could almost see the hurt expression on his face when I told him. I only hoped that he hadn't believed it, but even if he hadn't, how would he find me? I think I would be stuck with Jack forever, and that was an absolutely awful thought.

I heard the door open and saw Jack coming in, my mood already becoming bad just by the sight of him. He came closer to me and sat down next to me, attempting to put his arm around my shoulders. I grabbed it and pushed him away, standing up and walking to the opposite side of the room before sitting down again. I could hear him laughing.

"Come on Scarlette, you're mine now. You have to get used to it," he smirked and I wanted to punch him but I knew that it wouldn't end well.

"I'm not yours. I don't belong to anyone," I snapped.

"Oh yes you do," he said. "Who's house are you living in right now? Who's providing you with food and water? You should try to be more thankful because I'm treating you quite well."

"Excuse me? First of all, you kind of kidnapped me and you're not letting me out. I would like nothing more to get out of here. Second, the food you supposedly provide me with is crap and I'm not eating any of it. And third, I will never be thankful for ever meeting you, you're just a bastard with some serious mental problems."

"You bitch," he suddenly said, standing up and coming closer to me. I swear he was bipolar, his mood changed way too fast to be normal.

"Oh no, I think you're the bitch here," I said. I knew I was asking for trouble but he was just getting on my last nerve.

I felt a slap on my cheek and didn't think before my arm went up as well and smacked him hard across the face.

"Don't you dare do that ever again," he said, suddenly shocking me by picking me up and heading out of the room that I had been trapped in for the past week.

"What are you doing?" I asked, trying to hide the worry in my voice.

"You seem bored. Maybe we need to have a little fun," he smirked, and my eyes widened. No, he couldn't do this... But he continued climbing the stairs until he reached the top floor of the house, which was a long hallway with many doors. He walked to the end of it and opened it, throwing me onto the bed which was in the center of the room. He looked at me, taking off his shirt before moving forward and hovering over me on the bed, then smashing his lips onto mine. I managed to push him off and let out a scream before he came back and started kissing me forcefully again, sliding his hands up my shirt.

"No, you can't do this, please," I said, as he laughed coldly.

"I can do whatever I want, Moore. You're a little slut and I'm sure you'll enjoy this," he said, one hand going down to the button of my shorts and opening it before ripping them off. He smiled, making me feel sick.

"Oh yes, we will have some fun tonight. I promise," he said, kissing my neck. I gathered all the air in my lungs and screamed as loud as I could again, praying that someone had heard. He covered my mouth.

"One more scream like that and this experience will just get worse for you," he threatened. Tears were flowing down my cheeks but I couldn't stop them. I couldn't believe this was about to happen. He ripped my shirt off of my body and pinned my arms down so I couldn't do anything to defend myself. I shut my eyes tight and tried to block out everything, and then... nothing.

There was no one on top of me anymore, instead I heard a huge crash and what sounded like someone punching someone else over and over again. Through my blurry, teary vision I saw someone striking Jack with such a force, and I couldn't believe my ears when I heard the voice.

"You listen here, you bastard. That is my girlfriend and you will pay for ever laying your filthy hands on her. You're a sick, sick person who deserves to rot in hell for all I care. You don't deserve to live," he spat, before turning to me. I couldn't say anything. Part of me was shocked that he was here, part of me was petrified of what could have happened if he hadn't arrived, and part of me was scared. I had never seen Andy this mad before. He was shaking and I could see that his fists were bloody because of how hard he had hit Jack. He looked at me lying there, half naked, on the bed, and walked towards me. I shrunk back as he approached and he looked confused.

"Scarlette?" he whispered, easing closer. I shook my head, starting to cry, trying to make myself as small as possible.

"Don't come near me," I said.

"Scarlette, it's me, Andy. I would never hurt you, ever. I love you and it's killing me right now to see you like this." I closed my eyes and felt him sit down and pull me closer, his strong arms wrapping around me tightly. I got that wonderful feeling of being safe again, the same one I always got whenever we hugged or when he put his arms around me every night.

"I'm so, so sorry," I heard him whisper into my hair and I clung tightly to him, never wanting to let go. I realized that the cops had taken Jack away and it seemed as if the rest of the group had left too. I was finally alone with Andy. He looked around, wincing when he saw my clothes thrown around. He reached for my shorts and handed them to me, taking off the leather jacket that he was wearing and putting it around my shoulders to cover me more.

"Thank you Andy. And I'm so sorry. He made me call you, last night. I didn't mean any of it, I love you so much and I never want to leave you," I said, looking into his eyes. I swear I saw a tear fall before he wiped it away and hugged me again.

"Scarlette, I love you more than you will ever know. It may sound crazy, but I'm glad you called. Because otherwise the police would never have traced the call and I wouldn't have gotten you back. I was so worried," he told me, his icy blue eyes staring into mine. He kissed my forehead and picked my up, carrying me downstairs.

"Andy, I'm scared," I whispered, as I saw everyone waiting downstairs.

"Don't be, I'm here, remember?" he said.

I nodded. Then a police officer came to me and smiled warmly.

"Hello, Scarlette. I'm Victoria. I know that what you've just been through must have been extremely hard, but do you think that you could answer a few questions for us down at the station? You don't have to if you don't want to," she said.

"No, I'll go now. But... can Andy come?" I asked.

She smiled again. "Of course. And trust me, after these questions, you'll never see Jack Wood ever again."

That's a comforting thought, I said to myself, as Andy carried me outside and brought me to the car, sitting down and making me sit on his lap, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist.


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I remember when you first wrote this fic and I hoped that it would never finish. This story is what got me Into reading fanfic. I hope you continue to write more! You're incredibly talented!

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omfg i just fangirled for two hours!!! loved it!!!

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