The Rebel and the Runaway

Bang Bang | Kenneth

{Written by the lovely Madison. Hope you enjoy! }
My first reaction is throwing up.

I don't know if it's shock or malnutrition, but I know both are possibilities.

Easton freaks out. I can't help but manage the smallest hint of a smile. He's just so clueless when it comes to sick people, which is ironic, because that's what I am.

Easton Young. A rebel? A northern rebel?

He takes off his shirt, cleaning up the mess I've made. I've seen him with his shirt off countless times, but every time I blush, whether he's looking at me or not.

A rebel, I remind myself. Easton Young is a rebel. And he wants me to kill my parents. I thought of every time they starved me, or forced me to leave friendships, or locked me in my room, or made me walk on the runway just to put some extra dollars in their pocket. It shouldn't have been so hard to envision a bullet through their heads or knives in their stomach but...I never changed my name for a reason.

My parents, though they were not family, are still my blood. Without them, I wouldn't be me. And though every thought in my mind is telling me they deserve their fate, I remember my own fate. I was left for dead on the side of the road. But Easton saved me.

Easton tosses his shirt asside once he finishes cleaning the floor.

"Ken...you, you okay?" He asks quietly. I bite my lip and nod. He wraps his arms around my frail body. I lay my head against his bare chest.

"East, I love you..." I murmur.

"I know that." He replies and kisses the top of my head.

"Please don't make me do this." I whisper.

Before East could reply, we both heard the stomping of someone coming down the hallway. I quickly renter the cage and East kicks his shirt in a corner, out of sight.

A tall, thin man with silky black hair walks into the room. His sly smirk sends chills up my spine. Before he even glances at Easton, he's waking over to me, putting his face to the bars. I slide back to the corner of the cage and he laughs at my fear.

"Little Kenneth Grace. You had it all, rich family, perfect body, adoring fans, prearranged marriage." The man says. I look at him confused.

"What are you talking about?" I snap.

"You, love." He grins.

"Don't call me that." I growl. He ignores me and continues.

"Young Jacob Farrow. Destined to be the power couple of the century." I tense at the memories of the fourteen year old boy that always walked a little too close and reached for me a little to much.

"Shut up." I reply sternly.

"Why? You afraid your boyfriend is gonna get jealous?" He laughs.

"No, no one is ever jealous of Jacob." I smirk. The man rolls his eyes.

"What I really want to know..." He opens the door to the cage and crawls in. I tense in fear. "Is why you left..." he comes closer and a sits against the back of the cage.

"A life so perfect to..." he corners me. "Live one so..." he smirks when he knows I have no where to go. He leans close to my ear, his lips almost brushing it, "awful." He whispers.

I punch him in the chest when I finally get the chance. It knocks the breath right out of him. He slinks out of the cage and walks over to East.

"Easton," He states. Then he hands East a gun. I shiver. I had never held a gun, let alone shot one. "It's time." the man states. Easton, having entered his own state of shock, only nods.

The man begins to walk out of the room when he looks at Easton again.

"And Easton, get a shirt on. Kenneth doesn't deserve you in such a state." He smirks, trying to leave with a bang. I roll my eyes angrily.

Once the man leaves, Easton unlocks the cage and, taking me by the hand, carefully guides me out of the cage. He wraps his arm around me and we slowly walk out of the room and into a maze of dark hallways. He hands me the gun. I hold it fearfully in my hands.

"You can do this. Just two shots. Bang. Bang. Done. It'll be over and everything will go back to normal." He tries to assure me. We get in the car and sit in silence as we make our way to my old home.

Slowly we approach my parents house. Tragic memories flood my mind. I look down at the gun in my hand as I approach the door. I knock, and load the gun. Easton's assuring words rang in my ears. Just two shots. My parents open the door.

They look at me confused. In that moment, I knew I would never kill my parents. I would never be a rebel. I would never go back to normal.

"Run!" I command them. And they run. I turn and face Easton.

I point my gun to the sky. I shoot twice into the clouds above me.

"See you at sunrise East." and with that........

I turn and run.