Sisters? Sisters. *UNDER EXTREME EDITING*

~Chapter Twenty-Seven~

•Brooke's POV•

"HELP!" I screamed. I was on the side of my house throwing some things in the recycling bin. Someone grabbed my arms from
behind. I tried to kick whoever it was and defend myself, it didn't work out that well.

Who ever was behind me put a hand over my mouth. That only made me scream louder. "Shut the kid up." A deep male voice said. Before I could comprehend what was happening, everything went black.

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I opened my eyes. Everything was hazy. Where was I? "Brittany?" I asked, as if someone else was there. "Are you getting me back for the whole janitors closet thing? Cause if you are, you've totally got me." I said. Still no response.

I was trapped in a metal room. The only thing in here besides myself, was a door with a small window, the chains holding me back from moving, and what looked like a table with gadgets and guns on it. I mentally face palmed myself for not realizing where I was. This is most likely where I'm going to die, and where Andrew's dad takes the people he's going to ki- put an end to.

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I had been sitting here for what felt like days, but I knew were only hours. The smooth metal door slid open, and a man dressed in a black suit came in. He slid the heavy door closed. "Hello Miss-uh." He looked at me for my answer. I looked away. If he didn't know my name, we should keep it that way. "Ah, we're going to play that game." He said in a devious tone. "I would ask you to stand and take a seat, but," he gestured to my hand cuffs, "Your a little...tied up." He said with a small smirk. "What do you want?" I asked annoyed. "If your going to kill me just do it." I said. He came close to me, right next to my ear. "Oh honey, trust me, I don't make things EASY." His breath smelled of alcohol and cigarettes. It made me cringe. I hated the smell. "Get out of my face." I said bluntly. "I can do whatever I want. No silly teenage girl tells me what to do." he said still in my face. He slapped me across the face. "That's what happens the first time you talk back. Now what's your name." He said like he was the king of the world. I stayed quiet. I acted like I didn't care. Like my cheek didn't burn from his slap. He grabbed my chin and turned my head to face his face. "Answer me." He said, obviously angry. I still remained quiet. I wouldn't give in to a crazy guy that wanted to kill me. This time he punched me in the face. "Answer you stupid girl." He said, his face as angry as his voice. "No." I said flatly. I'm not one to give in. He got up and grabbed something off the table. He pulled the sharp, silver knife into my view. "Now will you answer me?" He said holing it to my arm. "You can hurt me all you want, I'm stronger than I look." I said confidently. He glided the knife across my arm. I felt the blood drip down slowly. "Silly girl. You don't know what I can do." He said in a evil tone. "Of course I know what you can do. Your a cold murder. Your in the mafia. You betray, You hurt. You kill." I said ignoring the pain. I felt a punch to the other side of my face. "Your anger consumes you." I said. "You don't know who I am." "Actually I do." "Then who am I?" "Your the man who left his son. You left your son to be a cold hard killer, a maniac. Now look where you are. Your taking your anger out on a teenager." I said bitterly. I felt another cut open on my arm. "Killing me won't help you, or help you gain a relationship with your son." I said. That must have gotten him angry because he punched me again, but this time in the back. It knocked the breath out of me. I fell forward. He came close to my face again about to say something.

I heard the door open. "Dear, An-" The familiar female voice started. "Brooklyn?" Andrew's mom said coming into view. I looked at her with pleading eyes, hoping she'd see my cry for help. I heard metal being picked up, then She came behind me and unlocked my hand cuffs. "This is NOT how you treat your sons girlfriend." Andrew's mom said in a scolding voice. "Oh, I didn't know." He said not looking either of us in the eyes. "Come on honey." She said putting an arm around me.

We walked out of the dark cellar and up to the first floor of the house. We were walking, when I heard three familiar voices. "Do you think she'll be here?" One said. "This is where he would take her." Another said. "For the sake of your life I hope she is." The third said. I knew exactly who's they were. "Well she is here." I said walking in."Brooke?" They said in unison. "In the flesh." I said with a smile. With point four seconds I was being hugged by the three of them. They released me, then the questions started filling the air. "What happened?" Brittany asked. "What's with the bruises?" Jason asked. "Are you okay?" Brittany asked. The only one silent was Andrew, who sat on the couch just staring at me with a concerned but shocked face. "I-I was dragged by some guys from behind the house, they took me here and..." I trailed off not finishing the story. I didn't know what to say. How to explain what just happened. If Andrews mom didn't come who knows what would've happened. "Andrew's dad took me down there and tried to kill me. He punched my face and cut my arms. I never gave in, I just told him all the things he didn't want to hear. I ticked him off." I said shrugging my shoulders. "Did you guys just leave the party?" I asked. "Yeah... Kind of." Brittany said. "Well let's go back! I never got any cake." I laughed. "Okay." Jason said. We all walked outside to the car. Brittany got in the passenger seat. "Jason, Well be there in a second." Andrew said. Jason nodded and stepped in the drivers side. Andrew went to grab my wrist, I pulled it away. He walked and I followed. I looked down at my wrist. I was missing something. My bracelet. It was gone. I think back through my day as we walked to wherever Andrew was taking me. I remember as I ran inside and to the bathroom earlier I took it off and threw it in my cabinet. I let out a silent sigh of relief. "I'm sorry." Andrew said, breaking the silence. I tilted my head, confused. "This is all my fault. I took a risk being friends with you. I put you in danger, let alo-." I stopped him. I grabbed him and pulled him close. "I would go through that a billion times over to have you even just as a friend." After I said that I kissed him. He kissed me back. "That's why I love you." He told me as we pulled back. I smiled and looked down at my feet. "I'm sorry he did that to you." Andrew said gently picking up my wrist. "What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?" I said trying to be funny. He smiled at me and we started walking back to the car. "When we get back to the party, Were gonna have a hella good time." I said laughing.

**at party**

I had washed my cuts and put bandaids on them, and also put some makeup on my bruises. I looked as if nothing happened. I tried to act as if nothing happened. I was sitting by myself with my cake. "Hey Brooke." Shawn said sitting in the seat next to me. "Hi." I mumbled. "What's wrong?" He asked. "Nothing." I said running my hurt hand through my hair. "What happened to your arm?" He asked. "You just love asking me questions." I said rolling my eyes and smirking. "Really Brooke! What happened?" He asked with a concerned expression. "I was taken and..." I trailed off not wanting to think about it or tell the story right now. "Oh." He said. I could tell he understood what I meant. "Not to be pushy or anything but, who was it that took you?" He asked innocently. "Mafia." I said. I didn't want to ruin Andrews reputation, if I did I would be the worlds worst girlfriend. "Dang." He mumbled.

**about 11 o clock**

The party was coming to an end, people were saying good bye and wishing us happy birthday again. "Bye! Hope you had fun!" I said closing the door on the last person. Our parents had left to go to wherever they needed to go. It was just Brittany, Andrew, Jason, Shawn, and I. We all were siting in the living room. "So..." I said. "So..." Brittany said.

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-Bella