All alone in a small, rotting cell was a very quiet place. Only the sounds of water dripping off the walls onto a patch of mould and the scurry of insects to fill the silence. So, naturally, it rung very loud and clear when I first heard the footsteps. There was nothing special about them, or at least I didn't think so until I realized there was not one pair, but two. Normally Jonathan chose to visit me on his own, not trusting his men enough to be near me. But no, there were clearly two pairs. And I couldn't sworn one of them was wearing boots...
Thinking nothing of it, I lost focus. Whoever they were would surely just walk past and ignore me. I mean, these guys had to have more important things than torturing Andy, right? Suddenly, the door was swung open, and before me stood Jonathan. But not just him, oh no. Standing beside him was a tall, slender figure with ivory skin and jet black hair. Decked in all black with a look of fear and worry scribbled across his face was a man I hoped and feared I would never see again. I wanted to see him, of course I did. I loved him with all my heart, he was my world and this ordeal was so much less daunting with his presence. But at the same time, I wished he wasn't there. Because if he was here, it meant he cared. If he cared, it meant Jonathan could hurt him, and I couldn't stand the thought of my love being hurt.
"Andy..." I breathed, a small smile playing at the corners of my lips, the more selfish of my thoughts overjoyed at his presence. I saw his face fall, a look of horror in his eyes. Didn't he want to see me?
"Ashes? Oh, baby what have they done to you?!" Oh, of course. My face. Black eyes, a cut lip, my nose had been bleeding and a trail of bloody still remained. There were cuts and bruises all over my forehead and cheeks, marks of dirt, blood and sweat sticking to my pale and sickly skin. No wonder he looked so unnerved. Luckily, my clothes his the most part of my body, or else he would probably faint. Or murder someone. Or both, although not at the same time.
"It's...nothing?" I tried weakly, not sure how to respond. He looked over to Jonathan, who nodded, and Andy rushed over to me, pulling me into an embrace. I tried to hug back, but my hands were still tied behind the chair so it was a very one-sided hug. I didn't mind though. Nothing felt as incredible and the feeling of Andy holding me in his arms, his body pressed against mine.
"Oh, my poor Ashes!" He pulled away and looked me in the eyes, his normally bright blue ones looked dull and colourless. Less like an ocean of infinite depth and more like a murky pond. He didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve any of it. He should just walk away and leave me here to die, or be beat up, it didn't matter which as long as he was OK. I didn't realise I had been crying until Andy wiped a tear off my face, using his thump to caress my cheek in the process. He leaned forward and pecked me lightly on the lips, whispering "I will get us out of this" as he pulled away.
"And as for you!" He turned quickly, facing Jonathan, squaring up to him. Andy had a few inches on him, and was definitely intimidating when he was angry. In fact, I was amazed he'd remained this calm for this long. He was normally the first to start defending himself - and those he cared about - when he was mad; his Golden Gods speech gave that much away. But then, this was all a lot to take in. In less than 24 hours so much had happened. But somehow I couldn't imagine this being over in as short a time period.
"What you gunna do? Call the coppers? Ha!" Back to the overly posh London accent. I still didn't understand what was with this guy and changing accents.
"Let. Him. Go." The rage was seeping into his voice, his cool and calm demeanor all but vanished, replaced with an angry Andy. One who had been hurt and hurt time again by this guy, only to have him start picking on the ones he loved. Jonathan started opening his mouth to make a snarky remark, but Andy continued. "You seriously don't want to start this. Let him go now, and we'll leave it at that. but refuse, refuse, and the second I am out of here, trust me. I'll make you regret this." He sneered. However, Jonathan didn't look even slightly disgruntled. Instead, he just smiled.
"Well then. I'll just have to keep you here as well then, Ballsack." Andy lost it then and lashed out, hitting him straight across the face and making a satisfying crunching sound in the process. Jonathan's nose was bleeding and at a funny angle; Andy had broken it. I tried not to laugh. "That's IT!" Screamed Jonathan. "BRUCE! CASSELLS! IN HERE NOW!" It took a matter of seconds for the two guys to arrive. The both looked looked fairly young, although they were probably about the same age as us. Both had hair in a similar blonde/light brown shade, except one had his hair cropped short and the other wore his longer, about shoulder length. "Bruce!" The one with longer hair stood to attention, and I noticed two rings on the left of his lip. "Take him to a more...permanent holding cell." He sneered the word, pointing at me. The man with the longer hair, Bruce, stepped forward and untied me enough that he could remove me from the chair, but not enough I could escape. "Cassells! Take the other one." I started to protest, refusing to let Andy suffer, but Bruce had already begun dragging me away.
"To the same cell, sir?" I heard who I presumed to be Cassells respond.
"No, you moron-wait! Yes, to the same cell!" I heard protests and many cries of "motherfucker" come from Andy before I heard him being dragged along behind me. I didn't try to resist, there was no point. I just surrendered. There really was nothing I could do about the situation. And as I was thrown into another, larger room I felt myself begin to break down. I fought the urge to just collapse in front for Bruce and Cassells, and just took in the room instead. It was larger but dingier that previous one. There was no window, no light source. Just two beds and a bucket. The floor was cold, hard concrete and the place smelt of damp and decay. The walls had grey paint peeling off of them, and many area's were covered in carvings and markings that previous occupants had left there. The floor felt uneven and unsafe and the ceiling had a large patch of damp and mould taking up the most of it. Bruce and Cassells walked away, slamming and locking the door behind them. Andy patted himself down before turning and kicking the iron door hard. Nothing.
"We need to get out of here. C'mon Ash, you're good at thinking on your feet, what do we do?!" He was getting worked up, panicked and desperate. I, on the other hand, just felt emotionless and empty. It was as if all life had drained from me. I just stared blankly at him. "Ashley! We can't just stay here!" He grabbed my shoulders and started shaking me, almost as if he were trying to shake the life back into me. "Ashley for fucks sake respond to me WHAT THE HELL DO WE DO?!"
"I DON'T KNOW!" I shouted at him and he let go of me immediately, realizing he was being too harsh. "I don't know." I sobbed as he pulled me into his arms, just holding me there for what felt like hours as we cried and cried together. Then, when we finally became too exhausted to cry anymore, he pulled me onto one of the beds and I lay there in his arms falling asleep, hoping to escape reality even for just a few hours..

Notes

Title: Lyrics from Bullet For My Valentine - Your Betrayal
Ooh, two in one day here guys ;) Anyway, have a lovely picture of Bruce and Cassells (if you haven't figured out who they are, you will soon)