I Hate You

~Forty-four~

Andy immediately wakes up to the honking cars outside. He looks around, noticing that he was back home in his living room sofa.  It was night already, car lights only illuminated through the windows. He remembers what happened and gets up. "Y/N" he cries out. Andy searches for his phone to call for help but finds one of your shirts you left behind when you last stayed at his place. 

His hands rubbed the soft texture, he falls on his knees as he hugs the only thing he has of you. Why was life cruel to him? What wrongs has he done  that always has to paid with a love one? Tears dripped down to the sweater. No this wasn't time to break down, he is going to make them pay and will reunite with you. He sniffs and rubs his running nose before getting up.

The phone was sitting in the kitchen counter, he grabs it and calls someone. "I need your help." Andy says firmly. "Who the fuck are you. How did you get my number." Nick hisses. "It's about Y/N. He is in danger and I know you care about him." Andy says. "What's wrong with Y/N. Did you do something to him." he growls through the intercom. "They took him." Silence...

"I know where to start but you will have to follow my rules. No expectations" Nick says. "Deal" Andy immediately responds. He was willing to do anything to save you. 

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"LET ME GO YOU" you screamed as they had you tied up in a bed. "What're you doing to me" They weren't answering your questions. Your hands fight for freedom but the knots that were tied up on the bed were to strong. The only thing you could do was look up at the ceiling, waiting to be executed. 

"Hello brother." Nathan says, walking towards you. You look at him for a second before going back to look to the ceiling. You had no chance against him. "What're you going to do to me." you murmur. A small smile spreads his lips, "Well since you betrayed my trust. I have to make measures for it to never happen again so I'm gonna plant a small chip in your neck. And It will help me control you again." 

You let a small chuckle, "Control me again, huh? Your the worst brother." "No Y/N I'm taking care of you. Now hush and relax we are about to begin." A big light flashes in your face. The corner of your eye catches two doctors fidgeting with a antidote. You closed your eyes and could only see the love of your life, Andy barber. 

The small needle stings the side of your neck as it makes its way in. Goodbye freedom...

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The bell rings, hundreds of kids began running out the school doors desperate to go home. But as the crowd ends, a girl walks out calmly with handphones in her ears. She scrolls though her phone picking her play list before she bumps into someone. Immediately she looks up to see a man. "Hello" he says. She immediately recognizes that voice. The voice that was arguing with her friend that safe her. 

"I know who you are." she says. "I don't but I will like to." he responds. Lies, she thought. 

"Get to the point, what do you really want." she says. "I'm Andy Barber and I need your help." She yawns, "In what." "Helping me find my friend. I heard that he safe you." 

True, he did but doesn't mean she own him anything. She stares at the man intensely, analyzing his desperation. "Fine." she responds. Andy nods before asking, "What's your name." "Willow" she responds with pride. "May I ask what was your relationship with Y/N Mr. Andy?" 

Andy sighs, looking down at his feet before going back to look at her. "He is a special person to me. I love him and hopefully he still loves me back. It will be great help if you help me find him." 

That was enough for her, "Okay I'm in. Where do we start?" "From the beginning." he says, sounding dramatically to her. 

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Andy sighs while scattering through your room. You were so secretive and it was hard to find anything. He learned that the girl he just picked up from a school was a killer from a young age. After she escaped from the house, she ended up in an orphanage according to Nick. Now she was sitting in the couch watching tv. No help, he thought.  

Andy walks up to your closet, throwing clothes out until there were nothing. He was searching the walls like you taught him. Nothing..."FUCK" He punches the wall with his knuckle, frustrated and anger, ignoring the pain. "I found something" Willow says, standing in the door. Andy turns to look at her, she was so quiet, serious, innocent looking yet deadly. "What did you find?" 

Willow doesn't respond, she leaves the room for him to follow. Willow was in the hallway with her finger pointed at a frame. "Here" she says, pressing onto it. The frame begins to rise up. Andy takes slow steps towards it. Two guns, three files of papers were neatly organized. He picks up the files, not wanting to touch the guns as if they were poisonous. Andy walks to the kitchen counter with Willow following behind him. He opens them, revealing photos of him, the office, his apartment basically everything that was about him. "He was assign to kill you." Willow says. 

Andy opens the last file, it was a simple small paper with numbers written on it. "Do you know what this means?" Andy asks, looking at willow. She squints her eyes, "It's an address of some sort." 

With that being said Andy opens his laptop searches up the address. It indicated to Germany Berlin. "Do you recognize the place?" 

Willow shakes her head, "I don't fully remember anything when they had me in their control." Andy mumbles a curse but sends the location to Nick, hoping he knows the meaning of it. "Do you want to eat anything?" he asks. "Burgers, I love burgers." she says with a small smile on her lips. It was the first time seeing the serious 11 year old girl smile and that lighten something in him. He smiles back, of course. And for the first time in a long time Andy felt like a father again.