All three of them men left the room, locking it
behind them.
“Oh my God” Brian moaned.
“It’s alright we’ll find a way out of this.”
“Kev, quit bein’ so freakin’ optimistic,” Nick yelled.
“You heard him we’re dead! They are gonna kill us! There’s nothing we can do
about we might as well accept it!”
Brian, Howie, Kevin, and A.J. stared at Nick,
shocked at his outburst.
Nick looked down, almost ashamed.
“I’m sorry guys, I’m just scared.”
Brian spoke up, trying his best to comfort
Nick. “Nick we’ll find a way out of this. Some how, Some way we will, I
promise”
“Let’s just think this through,” A.J.
rationally suggested.
No one said a word they all sat lost in
thought. Kevin and Howie discussed a few plans. They realized that none of them
could be pulled off. Brian continued talking to Nick. Calming him down. A.J.
remained silent. Thinking, but coming to no logical way out of the mess they
were in.
After fifteen minutes they slowly drifted off
to sleep the basement growing quiet, until only the peaceful breathing of the
five young men could be heard.
Two hours later two men, larger then the others
they had seen before, walked in. The five of them exchanged glances. Fear living
in all five sets of eyes. One man stood
by the door, not saying a word. The other inspected the five Backstreet boys.
He told A.J. to stand up. A.J. obediently did what he was told. He then walked
over to Brian ordering him to stand up.
Kevin, Howie, and Nick were then ordered to
stand up. The second man walked over to the three and the ropes were cut from
their wrists. They were then told to sit down.
The first man, Jack, led Brian and A.J. out of
the basement.
The second man, Craig left Nick, Howie, and
Kevin locking them in the basement.
Jack took Brian and A.J. outside.
“Oh dear God,” A.J. murmured as they were
guided to a huge stack of wood. Jack pulled a gun out of his right pocket. You
try anything funny you’re dead.
Brian and A.J. nodded scared out of their wits.
They worked stacking wood into a shed all day
long. As the day wore on it got hotter. The sun boring down on Brian and A.J.
There were two sheds and 2 large stacks of wood.
“God, look at all of this,” A.J. said to Brian,
as they started on their second stack.
“I know we’re going to be here all day.”
Three in a half-hours after they originally
started Jack approached them. Okay boys let’s go.
After the wood they raked for two long hours.
After that they were ordered to pick up sticks.
With a smirk on his face, Jack informed them
that it was ninety-two degrees out. Right then and there A.J. wanted to attack
him. If it weren’t for the gun he would have.
“A.J.” Brian yelled worry taking over, afraid
that A.J. would do something stupid.
“I’m fine Bri,” reading his thoughts. “I’m not
going to do anything dumb.
Brian smiled faintly.
The worst of all was chopping wood. It was
supposed to be the last chore of the day, unless it took longer then one hour
to get the job done. Then they would be faced with punishment. They were both
pale and didn’t have much strength. They were worried they wouldn’t be able to
do it.
Brian stopped for a minute to wipe the sweat
from his forehead. Brian glanced over at A.J. long enough to witness his eyes
roll back into his head, as he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Brian was immediately at his side. “A.J. oh God
please wake up, please!” Tears streamed Brian’s face as he began
hyperventilating, from shock. Brian lay on the ground breathing heavily. His
mind raced. He couldn’t comprehend what was happening or where he was.
Jack ran over bending down, checking A.J. for a
pulse. Once satisfied, with the weak pulse, he turned his attention to Brian.
Brian lay on the ground unmoving. He stared off
looking nowhere in particular. He struggled to breathe.
Angrily Jack walked into the house, never
taking his eyes off the two men on the ground.