Trapped (Full Story)

Chapter 43

"But what else should I do with you?" Philip pouts.

I snatch the pocket knife from my pocket and hold it up to his throat. "How about leave me alone?"

He smirks at me. Suddenly, as quick as a rattler, he snatches my pocket knife and grazes my cheek.

I glare at him and spit in his face. He wipes it off with a look of disgust.

"Don't care if you get hurt, huh?" He sneers, inching closer with the pocket knife. "What if I hurt Newt? Huh? You seem to have a soft spot for that cripple,"

"Don't call him a cripple." I growl.

I suddenly feel a sting on my cheek as Philip hits me.

"Well, if you keep disobeying me, your friend will go live up in the sky with your friend Amy."

My throat hitches at the name of my fake best friend. I suddenly saw a girl with a freckled face, red hair, and bright green eyes.

Amy.

"You wouldn't." I sneer, trying to hide my fear.

"But oh yes I would. I would be getting rid of a weak-link! But I need him so you'll cooperate. Man, he really messed up when he got you mad. And then you trusted me," he chuckles, leaning in.

"Tonight." He says before kissing me again.

I can't resist in my shock.

He would kill Newt if I didn't listen.

Luckily the kiss was short and then Philip was walking out.

I put a hand on my chest, scared that it would suddenly stop working.

I slowly slid to the floor and sat there in shock. If I didn't do as he said, he'd kill Newt.

They needed him! They needed the glue! I have to keep him away from me so he doesn't find out.

And I just forgave him!

What have I done?

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That night as I was going to bed, Philip walks into my room and tackled me onto the bed.

"Ready for the fun?"

The horror lasted what felt like days when it might have only been hours.

Once he finally left, I let the tears out.

Why was this happening? Why did it have to be Newt? Why couldn't it have been me?

Why was he threatened? And he doesn't even know.