You're Mine

chapter 121

"Hello, thank you for-", Amelia wanted to greet the pizza service but abruptly stopped speaking when she noticed that the man didn't bring any pizzas and was instead pointing a machine gun at her. She couldn't run, that much was clear. If it had been a normal gun, there would have been a chance of him missing her with his shot, but the machine gun wouldn't.

"Hi, I'm Greg. Let's walk back into the living room, shall we?", the blonde guy suggested, but his counterpart knew that it wasn't exactly an offer. So, she obeyed, her whole body was shaking, and tears were filling her eyes. "Hey, Guys!", he smiled at her family. "It's time for some fun. Everybody, sit down on the couches, please. Owen, get the dog.", he ordered, his voice sounding rather soft. "I'm gonna borrow your mom, she is going to have a seat next to where I'm standing."

"GET AWAY FROM MY WIFE!", the redhead shouted. He was ready to fight the other man, but only until he noticed what kind of gun he was carrying. He could kill all of them in a matter of ten seconds if he wanted to.

His eyes met Amelia's. He noticed how scared she looked, but there was something else. Guilt. She was blaming herself. With a big sigh, he decided to do what he had been told by the intruder, hoping to avoid a worse situation if he obeyed too.

"Daddy...", Leo whimpered, afraid of the stranger and even more scared of the weapon he was holding and pointing at his mother. "What's happening?", he mumbled, pressing his tiny body into the couch to create as much space in between himself and the man as he could.

"What's happening is that your mama has been mean to a friend of mine, Sweetie.", Greg shared. "Before she started dating your father and messing up his life, she did so with her ex-boyfriend James. I didn't like him that much either, but I do love his mother, who is in prison because of yours. Therefore, I have to do something for her. It's funny, huh?", he addressed the brunette in front of him. "Once you ordered a pizza and it saved your life. Now you've ordered one and it brings your death.", he chuckled.

"What do you want?", the neurosurgeon whimpered. "Why couldn't you just kill me and leave? My kids don't have to get involved in this. They didn't do anything.", she tried to reason with the blonde.

"It would be less fun if it was only you.", the guy explained. "I want to make this a suspenseful event for you, Amelia. We are playing a game today. Let me tell you the rules!", he requested, but didn't wait for a response, already starting. "I have another smaller gun with me. You get to choose who will get shot. Choice number one is that you kill Owen and then I'll kill you and the children will not get hurt. The other choice is that we wait. And whenever you get a text message, we are drawing a lot about who of your kids gets shot. Of course, you're the one to do so, obviously. If you wanna do the second way of playing our game, there's a chance that everybody survives if you don't get any messages. And I am kind enough to let you decide to stop our game by killing Owen whenever you've had enough of shooting your own children and the dog."

"You're sick!", Amelia screamed at him, but let him push her onto the chair anyway because he was still carrying the machine gun and if she didn't obey, all of them would die. "I can't choose.", she sobbed.

"Oh? Fine, are you sure?", Greg questioned and waited for a few seconds, not receiving an answer. "Then I will do it for you, no problem. Of course, it's gonna be the second choice since that is so much more fun and you'll even have your husband afterwards.", he beamed creepily. "Draw the first lot, I've already prepared them, and read it out loud. Then we wait for the first message."

"When's the game over?", Owen meddled. There was a chance all of them would survive if there was an actual time limit. It was only 6pm. His counterpart thought about it and picked 12am as the time all of this would be over at. "10pm.", he bravely began to negotiate.

"Still gives us four hours. I'm okay with that. As I said, never been a fan of James myself, if it wasn't for Stella, aka the love of my life, I wouldn't even be here.", the blonde shrugged. "Now, draw a lot, Amelia.", he reminded the brunette of her task.

The neurosurgeon cried as her shaking hand pulled out one of the little pieces of paper. She opened it and just stared at the name while her sobs became louder, and she felt like she couldn't breathe.

"L...Leo...", Amelia said, not even looking at her child. There was no way she was going to kill any of them. She had to believe in fate and pray that nobody would choose to text her tonight.

"Oh no, poor mother...", Greg sighed. "I tell you what.", he added. "Let's change the rules a bit. Draw another lot and read the name out loud. Once you've received a message, you will get to choose between the two kids and shoot one of them."

"Are you kidding me?!", the brunette lost her temper. She glanced at the couch in front of her, where Owen was holding their twins in his lap and the other three children all clang to him too, desperately waiting for their father to save them.

"Do it Love, I'm trying to make this as easy for you as possible.", the man pointed out, having a little too much fun with all the power that had been given to him, or actually, that he had decided to take. "Read it!"

"Lucas.", the neurosurgeon shared, still trying to catch her breath. Her heart was beating so fast and at the same time, she felt like it had stopped beating when she had opened the door for that monster to step inside her house and take over her life. Then, only a moment later, her display lit up with a text message from Derek.

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a/n: I might have listened to too much Fitzek and read too many psych thrillers these past weeks...but we all knew something would happen eventually... I apologize for the heartache. :)

+ I actually drew lots myself because I couldn't choose between the children either. :(