A Match Made in Hell

18

Somebody slams my head into the wall and holds a gun to my head.

"What the fuck!" I yell as the mysterious person holds my two wrists behind my back with one hand.

"Shut the fuck up and stop whining."

It's clay.

It's literally clay.

Holding a fucking gun to my head.

"Clayton?"

"I said shut the fuck up." He slams the back of his gun into my head.

"Can somebody please tell me what the fuck is going on?"

He spins me around and turns on the lights.

They are all raising their guns at me.

All of our friends.

Ana, Aaliyah, Alex, punz, foolish, Wilbur and George who is standing by dreams side.

And a whole bunch of people I've never seen before.

"What the fuck," I pant for air as clay wraps his hands around my neck, holding it tightly.

"You want an explanation? I think you already know what's up, Karl jacobs." George drags out my last name.

Jacobs.

Fuck, they know.

"Can you let go of my fucking throat so I can explain?" I gasp.

"I think I'll pass." He just holds it tighter instead.

I'm going to pass out,

I'm 100% going to pass out.

"Let go, Clayton. We're not trying to kill him." Aaliyah warns him.

He does as she says and lets go of me, causing me to fall to the floor.

I gasp for air repeatedly in a panic, to the point where everybody in this room can hear my heartbeat.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and a tear rolls down my cheek. I throw my head back in exhaustion but immediately gag when I feel a sharp pain in my stomach.

"Get the fuck up, pussy." George kicks me again, "it's not a crying matter."

He pulls me back up by the collar and throws a punch to my face.

"George calm the fuck down and let me explain you bitch!" I scream as he slaps me across the face.

"The fuck are you gonna explain? Go ahead, explain." He spits on my face.

"He already knows-"

"Stop making up random fucking excuses!" He throws another punch in my face.

There's nothing I can tell him, he doesn't listen. So many protests and screams, yet he still doesn't listen.

There's no way he'll actually believe me.

None of them will.

The door bursts open and all heads suddenly turn.

"What the fuck are you doing, George?!" Nick snaps angrily.

Tina and Chris are behind him, each with worried looks on their faces.

They called him.

I have so much to thank them for.

Nick pushes George off of me and I bump into the wall behind me, gasping for air.

Christian catches me in time, Tina is shaking my face and yelling something but I can't seem to hear anything she's saying.

They're all arguing, yelling at each other.

Nicholas is mad.

I've never seen him yell this much before.

"I thought you would want this-" clay tries to reason.

"I already knew, you son of a bitch!" He pulls at his own hair. "We had sorted this shit out ages ago!"

"Then why didn't you fucking tell us?" Luke steps in.

"Because I was scared this would happen!" A tear rolls down his cheek. "I was doing this for his own fucking safety, I knew something like this would happen! Even if I hadn't known, you can't just fucking kill him like that! You could have told me!"

They all stop and just stare at each other in horror for a few seconds.

"You're not getting away with this so fast." Nick thanks the siblings and picks me up bridal style. My eyes are closed and I can't see where we are going.

His heart is beating fast. So fast I can feel it pumping against my own chest.

His breathing is loud and unsteady.

He can't breathe properly.

He places me on his bed as he takes a seat infront of me, his hands resting on my knees.

"Nick."

'Hm.' He mutters.

"Nick, calm down." I say to him as he gets up in a panic, pulling at his hair.

I get up with him and place a hand flat on his chest.

"What are you doing-" he tries to move my hand.

"Darling your heart is beating so fast." I cup his jaw. "Take deep breaths and lift my hand."

He can't seem to do it at first, but he soon relaxes into my touch and places a hand on top of mine, taking deep breaths.

"Good job, baby." I give him a kiss on the forehead.

He shakes his head. "I'm supposed to be taking care of you."

I laugh as he wraps his arms tightly around my shoulders. "No, you're not. It's not a law."

"Did they hurt you?" He changes the subject.

"No, not that much-"

"Can you take off your shirt?" He pulls back. "Please?"

I reach out for the bottom of my hoodie to take it off, but he does it for me.

There's a purple bruise on my stomach, somewhere near my hip. There are a few scratches on my face and my nose is bleeding. There's nothing much, he's worried about everything else, not about anyone's injuries.

"Did they hurt you?"

He shakes his head. "No, they didn't. It was just me yelling at them."

I nod my head in understanding as he holds my hand, kissing it gently.

"What's gonna happen now?" His voice breaks.

"You make the decisions."

"I have to fire the both of them." Nick's face starts turning red as a tear rolls down his cheek and onto my hand.

I wipe his eyes with my thumb, "think more about it, you'd regret it instantly if you fired them."

"It's not about what I like, Karl. It's also not about them hurting you. I mean, sure, that could get them fired too but they just can't do their fucking jobs properly." He throws his head back. "A few simple rules and they can't even do that."

I sigh. "Talk to them. Explain what they did wrong. Maybe you'll want to give them another chance." The corners of my lips bend down into a frown when he hugs me around my waist and cries into my shoulder. "I don't know them as well as you do, but I think they'll both feel guilty. They wouldn't have done that if they knew the whole situation."

He sniffs and squeezes me tight one last time. "I don't even know why I'm crying," he lets out a laugh, which is soon to be interrupted by a sob escaping the back of his throat. He collapses onto the bed and drags a hand down his face.

"It's okay." I kiss his soft lips. "It's going to be okay, I promise."

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This chapter took me like 50 days to write it was so unnecessarily boring