"See you in an hour?"
"See you in an hour." Axel smiled. They both seemed so confident. They closed the door behind them, carrying the suitcase with Scarlet's body in it, somehow not looking at all suspicious. I threw myself on the sofa, pulling out my phone. I scrolled through instagram, double-tapping the pictures of pretty models. I couldn't get my mind away from the fact that I was alone in a flat with a dead body. Not just any dead body, though; it was Amaya's body. Our breakup destroyed me. I always have and always will love her so much. Even now, when I'm with Jake, he does certain things that remind me of her. I know that sounds wrong, in fact I know that it is wrong, but I don't think I'll ever be over her. The only person I've told is Axel. About a week ago, he and I were texting each other and I told him everything. I trust him with my secrets, as do I trust him with my brother. I was getting so caught up in thoughts that I almost didn't hear the noise in the kitchen. It sounded like someone was here.
"Hello?" I called. There was no reply, as expected. I slid my phone back into my pocket and got up from my seat and wandered cautiously to the archway. I peered my head around the corner, but there was no one there. Out of the blue, a hand swept over my face, covering my eyes. Then another covered my nose and mouth, completely freaking me out.
As if by magic, I was suddenly in the boot of a car. "Seriously?" I thought to myself. With a struggle, through a tied knot, I wiggled my hands towards my pockets, barely being able to pick up my phone. Somehow I managed to find Aiden's contact number and call him. The phone rang for a few seconds and I was beginning to worry that he wouldn't pick up. Then, he finally answered. His voice came through the speakers. "Ave?" he said.
"Is everything okay?" Axel added. Shoot. I quickly ended the call without saying anything, hoping that whoever was driving this vehicle didn't hear anything. Then, I stopped being thrown back and forth; the car had stopped. Oh, no.
A phone was ringing in the front seat of the car; I strained my ears so that I could listen in. There were two deep voices. "Hello?" the person in the car with me said.
"Did you get her?" the other replied.
"Yes."
"You know what to do?"
"Yes."
"Good, good. I'll see you later."
"Yes, boss." With that, the call ended. I heard the car door slam shut and immediately closed my eyes, hoping that whoever this was would think I'd been knocked out. The boot of the car opened, allowing me to finally get a breath of fresh air. I was picked up and swung over a very tall man's shoulder, as if I was a small child. When I assumed it was safe to do so, I slowly opened my eyes. There wasn't really much to see. My surroundings were dark and dull. The creaking of a door panicked me and I glued my eyes closed again.
"Is she not conscious?" a familiar voice across the room said.
"No," the one next to me replied. "She must've hit her head in the car or something." I listened as soft footsteps circled me. Then, a hand gently caressed my cheek. "Good. She doesn't know about what I did, as she never will. Amaya is out of our lives and we can be happy." Jake? I felt myself being put down onto a soft surface, a sofa perhaps. I hope Aiden got my call, and I hope he's smart enough to check my location.
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Teen Fiction⚠️THIRD BOOK IN SERIES⚠️ Years have passed since we last heard from our favourite group of teens; it's been so long that now, they're all grown up. The incident with Joker was far from the last creep they've had to deal with, but last year, there wa...
