Peter grasps my wrist tightly while dragging me along to Austin's front door. Austin appears at the door and waves to us and the guys of whom are following behind. He waves to us and Peter subtly waves back along with the guys behind us I would assume would do the same as well.
"What's up?" Austin asks Peter as we near him.
"She," Peter said pointing to me sarcastically, "tried to escape but we had a slight unfortunate event with Mitchell and here we are." Peter finishes.
From Peter's small rant, I assume Mitchell is a hated man with this group of people. I've only known one guy named Mitchell before. We dated. And I guess you could say it didn't end out well?
"Whatcha need my help with?" Austin asks Peter as we walk closer to him, his question snapping me out of my thinking faze.
"First off, her. Basement. Then Mitchell. We all need to talk." Peter sates boldly while walking slower as he talked to Austin.
"You know where it is." Austin says before stopping walking with us and waiting for the other guys. Peter readjusts his grip before he starts to drag me to the unidentified location.
***
Peter secures the second shackle around my wrist before stepping back and admiring his work. I stand there shackles on either wrists regarding him from about a mere foot away.
He glances down at me before taking a step forward and pushing his body into mine squishing me against the wall, him slightly off centered to my right. I feel his hot breaths on my neck as it sends shivers down my spine.
"You're lucky we've had a slight misfortune in this situation or else your punishment would be much worse." He whispers grimly into my ear. He steps back and pauses looking at me before turning around and walking to the door. He pauses in the door frame.
"Goodnight Mikayla." He says flicking the lights off by the light switch, only leaving excess light from further down the hallway.
"Sleep tight." He whispers before closing the creaking door leaving me in the pitch darkness.
I slumped against the wall and slid down the wall landing me on my butt. That's when the thoughts start dancing through my mind.
Who is Mitchell and what does he have to do with Peter? Why did we have to leave the property? Why did Peter need to talk to Austin about Mitchell? Mitchell couldn't possibly be?
**flashback**
The sirens wail as I see them put Mitchell, my now ex boyfriend into the car. The police officers restrain his hands behind his back as he pushed past us.
"I will find you again Mikayla." He says eerily. "Dormez bien. [Sleep tight]." He says in an evil joking matter of our terrifying past as he's pushed into the cop car and I hope to never see him again.
**end of flashback**
***
*Peter*
"So what happened?" Austin asked us. "Why was the need to be over here so urgent?" Shawn inquired.
"Well," I said. "It all started with Mikayla trying to escape."
We told the story the four of us together and Austin, Shawn, and Luke has shocked expressions.
"So as you went outside to cool off, a dude from Mitchell's gang shot at you from the forest?" Luke confirmed.
"That is correct. I'm unsure if they know if we have Mikayla." Ruben averred.
"Why would she even try to escape in the first place?" Austin asked us. Kalim, Ruben, and Hayes knew the answer I had told them and exchanged uneasy glances. They didn't want to rat. Didn't matter to me.
"Her and Sasha had previously been talking about it when we had been accompanying each other a few days ago." I told him as a small expression of hurt and betrayal flashed across his face.
"I can't believe her-" I cut him off.
"By the sounds of it, it seemed like she was against the idea." I inputted into the situation to try to die down his fuse slightly. I took a sip of my coffee from atop the coffee table.
"How did you find out?" Shawn asked. Hayes put his head in his hands and looked at the ground, Ruben and Kalim looked at the walls awkwardly.
"Hayes eavesdropped on them."
***
*Mikayla*
***flashback***
"Mais nous étais amoureux, Mikayla. [But we were in love, Mikayla.]" Mitchell pled to me, trying to persuade me back into loving him.
"C'est ça exactement, Mitchell. Nous étais. [It's exactly that, Mitchell. We were.]" I replied to him, still denying his statement.
"Je sais que vous me aimez encore dans quelque part de ta cœur. [I know that you still love me somewhere in your heart.]" He tries to propose the thought again but I'm slightly uneasy about it. I shift uncomfortably in my position as we stand by his car and argue.
"J'ai donné vous tout et je vous donne tout. Ce n'est pas de sens, Mikayla. [I gave you everything and I give you everything. It's no sense, Mikayla.]" He says eerily calm, causing me to be slightly alarmed. He shifts towards me slightly.
I may only be a freshman, but I'm not stupid either. Even though Mitchell is a senior, doesn't mean he's any smarter.
"Non, Mitchell. Je ne t'aime pas non plus. C'est tout. [No, Mitchell. I don't love you any more. That's all.]" I tell him mid-confidently. This could happen two ways: he'll take it fine and continue, or worse.
He looks at me with hurt and anger in his eyes.
"Monte dans l'auto, maintenant. [Get in the car, now.]" He demands me in an eerily calm yet forceful and demanding tone.
"Que faire si je ne veux pas? [What if I don't want to?]" I say back daringly. He gives me a dirty look before pointing down to the car. Bad idea Mikayla, you stupid, this is going to result in something bad.
"Maintenant. [Now.]" He demands and I hop in the car no questions asked.
**end of flashback**
I wake up and my whole body aches. Damned concrete floor. Wait, concrete floor? Oops. Oh shit. I remember now. The previous events flood my mind at a rapid pace.
Well damn.
I look around the dimly lighted room for any signs of time yet according to the minimal sized window, it seems to be morning; perhaps early morning.
I felt oafish and logy from this restless and uncomfortable sleep. And trust me, it didn't feel great either.
**flashback**
"Mikayla! You have to get up!" Sammy whisper shouted at me.
"I don't wanna." I mumbled still at ease with sleep, yet bitter due to the rude awakening.
"Don't you remember what day it is?" He asked excitedly.
"No." I groaned and opened my eyes to see an excited looking Sammy.
"It's Christmas, Mikky!" He said as a bright smile illuminated his face with joy.
**end of flashback**
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escape
Teen Fiction"You see my love," he says as he sets the needle to be pricking my skin a bit harder, "The only physical pain you'll feel, will be right in the heart." He says as he plunges the needle into my arm. I feel the liquid rush through my arm to the rest...
