Deal With The Devil H.S.

22.

Liam Payne

I look down at my wrists. They were raw from the tight ropes. The wooden chair was giving me splinters as I tried to struggle out of the knots.

"Liam." I heard my name. I looked up and saw Jane. She had an evil smile on her face.

I saw someone walk up behind her.

Charles.

"Jane watch out!" I yelled with wide eyes.

She turned around slowly, smiling still.

"Hi, daddy," she linked an arm around Charles and looked at me. "How are we gonna kill them?" She tilted her head.

Them?

I looked to my right and saw Harry, gagged. Tears were streaming down his face. A drop of blood was running down the side of his face.

"Harry?" I said furrowing my eyebrows.

Jane slowly strutted towards Harry. She pulled a knife out of her pocket and held it close to his face. She grinned as she traced his features with her weapon.

"I've been dreaming about this since the day I pretended I cared," she laughed dryly as she plunged the knife into his stomach. He cried into the cloth gag.

"Jane stop!" I yelled trying to get out of the ropes.

Harry's head hung lifelessly, his chin touching his chest.

Jane slowly walked towards me.

"You think my dad would leave his only child?" She tilted her head. "How could you be so stupid to think he would let go of something so precious?" She laughed hysterically.

"Jane this isn't you," I shook my head.

"No Liam," she shook her head. "It isn't," her expression dropped and she gasped out. I furrowed my eyebrows as she fell on top of me.

A knife was sticking out of her back.

Jane!" I barked out trying to wrap my arms around her. "Fucking help!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "Please!" My voice cracked as I looked down at her lifeless body. She was sprawled out on top of me.

"Jane!" I felt tears fall from my eyes. I sobbed as she lay lifeless on top of me. I looked up and Charles stop there with an evil grin on his face.

"You did this!" I screamed at him.

"Of course I did," he said shrugging his shoulders. Before I could say anything else, he lifted a gun and pointed it at my face.

And then he pulled the trigger.

I sat up in my bed gasping for air. I was back in my room. Safe. I kept having these fucking nightmares. It was Harry or Jane killing the other. I trust Jane but she has her tendencies. I somewhat trust Harry, but I never know what might happen. 

I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to clear my head of what I just saw. I swung my legs off the side of the bed and stood up. I heard someone shift behind me. I looked back and saw Jenny still in my bed.

Oh, goodie. She's stayed over the last few times we've hooked up, but I was hoping tonight wouldn't be one of them. I think I'm starting to like her. 

"What're you doing up?" She frowned, laying her face against the pillow.

"Just getting some water. Do you want a glass?" I said shrugging my shoulders.

"Yes, please," she said tiredly.