My Best Friends.

Deadly Deals -Part 1-

(A/N: In this chapter there is a lot of P.O.V jumping, so if you get confused please tell me and I will rewrite the chapter)

A few months had past, since me and Cason had started dating. We never had problems. It was great. Today is our 2 month anniversary, and Cason had already told me the plan. He was going to take me to dinner, then to a surprise. To say I was excited, would be an understatement. It was more like ecstatic. Lindsey had been leaving me alone for the most part, only stopping and saying a few choice words I the hallway. I couldn't help but think that things ended up falling right into place.

I smiled, broadly, at my thoughts when I heard a honk. I don't think anything about it so I run outside and assume it was Cason, considering he was picking me up today for school.

I race outside and am greeted by a creepy black SUV and a man in his late thirties, leaning against his car. He gives me a wicked grin and before I even have a chance to scream he pulls out a pistol.

"Scream, cry, shout, I dare you, I won't hesitate" He says icily.

I nod and he inches closer to me, holding the gun out and pointing it at me. He comes face to face with me, and smiles sadistically.

Why can't a car drive by right now?

The man grabs my wrist, harshly, still pointing the gun at my head. He digs his nails into my skin and I let out a yelp of pain.

I was terrified. I didn't know who this man was, but I didn't dare question him. He had a gun pointed to my face. I wanted Cason, I wanted Chelsea, I wanted someone to swoop in and save me.

"I thought I told you to shut up? You're gonna pay for that." He laughs, sickly.

He raises the gun and without second thought hits my head with it. My scream was the last thing I heard before all the lights went out.

~*~

(Cason's P.O.V.)

I woke up late. I am an idiot. I was supposed to bring Myra to school today, but I was an hour late. I quickly check my phone for her texts but was surprised when I found out she didn't say anything. No calls. No texts. Nothing. I was half relieved half upset. Today was the day I was going to tell her of my rugged past with my drunk dad and how I had escaped him. I was positive she would run to the hills after I showed her my scars from where he would cut me. I was sure she would think I was broken, not worthy of repair.

I winced at the thought of Myra leaving me. I decided That I needed to call her, so I get click her contact and the phone starts ringing. I hear the click that identifies that she picked up.

"Why, hello son." An all to familiar voice says, feigning cheer.

"David?" I ask, not believing what I was hearing.

"Son," He chuckles. "Call me your Dad. It's disrespectful to call me by my name."

"I will call you Dad when you start acting like one." I say, venomously. "Where's Myra?"

"Oh, your slut? She's right here, she's unconscious but she's here." He casually states.

"Where is here? Do not call her a slut. I swear to God, David, if you so much as touch her I will not hesitate to end you." I threaten.

"Oh dear Son, your just going to end up hurting yourself, I'll make a deal though, you meet me at the St. Markers abandoned warehouse, you come home with me, I'll return your whore to her house." He spits.

"Okay." I reply, my eyes narrowing and a plan already forming in my head.

I hang up, not bothering to wait for a goodbye, and dial Chelsea's number. I needed help and I needed a lot of it.