THE DEVIL // MITCHEL CAVE

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tate's pov:

the boys and i start running when we see foster and his friends running towards us. my god kras and mitchel are a lot faster than me.

i feel a pair of arms grip around me and cover my mouth. i look over and see foster who's holding me. i try and scream but it's no use. kras and mitchel are far ahead of me so they can't hear anything.

"scream and i will fucking kill you." he whispers in my ear. i don't because i know he will actually kill me.

he releases his hand from my mouth and i push him off of me. he grabs my arm with his hand and grips it tight. can't wait for a bruise to show up.

"stay close and keep quiet."

how couldn't i stay close when he's gripping onto me for dear life?

i see his friends are far down the road. i guess they gave up running.

"what do you want foster." i say annoyed.

he doesn't respond to me. he just keeps his eyes straight.

i've known foster for a long time. our moms are friends, so we would always be together when growing up. when we were teenagers we never dated but we did have a thing for a while but then i met mitchel. i don't know what made him change into the way he is now, but damn it must have been bad.

i haven't talked to foster in years ever since that night. i will never bring it up again.

we arrive back at his house. the house is empty and quite. even his friends are gone.

this house gives me so much nostalgia.

his hand is still gripping onto my arm. he leads me upstairs and into a bedroom. he pushes me into the room then slams the door. i try to open the door but it's locked.

"hey!" i start banging on the door. "let me out!"

i look around at the plain boring room. i sit on the bed wondering what the hell he is going to do to me.

oh my god i still have my phone. i take my phone out but it's dead. fuck.

i look all around the room for a charger praying that there is one. i look through every drawer and every storage box. i look inside the closet and see a cord. i pick it up, and it's a charger!

i go to the nightstand where the outlet is and plug my phone in. i sit staring at my phone for it to turn on which feels like eternity.

my lock screen pops up and i grab my phone and immediately text mitchel.

me
foster has me locked in a bedroom. please hurry.

foster opens the door and i throw my phone quickly into the drawer and act like i'm innocent.

he gives me a strange look but doesn't question me.

he sits down on the bed next to me. "so." he pauses. "how have you been?"

he says it like he basically didn't just kidnap me.

"oh i'm doing great. one of my old friends actually is keeping me captive in a room right now." i give him a fake smile.

he rolls his eyes. "don't put it like that. i had too."

"you didn't have to do anything."

"don't be smart tate." he demands.

"why don't you let me go and we can pretend this never happened?"

he doesn't respond.

"why do you have me locked in here anyway?" he doesn't respond. "foster!"

"because i love you!" he shouts. he gets up and starts pacing back and forth.

i scoff. "you don't love me. i haven't talked to you in years."

he comes closer to me. "it doesn't matter. i've always loved you. i want you so badly tate."

"foster stop. i have a boyfriend now. my life is different then it used to be."

"who braid boy?" he scoffs.

"jealous?" i smile.

"don't fucking play with-." he stops talking when my phone dings. my eyes widen. fuck.

he gets up and rushes over to the nightstand. i try and hold him back. he pushes me against the bed making me fall to the ground.

"don't worry, we are coming. i love you t." he reads the text mitchel sent to me out loud.

"you fucking texted him!" he screams at me. he throws my phone against the wall.

i stand up. "i wouldn't have had too if i wasn't being held captive!"

he pulls out a gun. my heart drops. "foster, don't do this."

"get on the bed." he points the gun at my chest.

"foster."

"get on the fucking bed!"

my body is shaking so much. i wobble quickly over to the bed then sit down.

"foster please. you're like a brother to me." i plead.

"don't start with that bullshit. you know we are more than that."

"we were. that's long over."

foster opens his mouth to say something but stops when mitchel walks in.

"mitchel!" i get off the bed to run over to him but foster grabs me before i can reach him. he holds me with one arm and hold the gun against my head. my heart must be going 500 miles per hour right now.

"let her go." mitchel demands.

"try anything and i swear to god, i will pull this trigger."

mitchel starts walking towards us. i squeeze my eyes shut. i hear two gunshots go off. did he shoot me? i have to be dead.

all of a sudden i feel a weight release from me. i open my eyes slowly and see mitchel in front of me and behind him kras holding a gun. i turn around and see foster on the floor dead. blood everywhere. two bullet wounds on his chest.

i run into mitchel's arms. we both fall to the floor as i start to sob. "it's okay baby. you're safe."

christian comes and sits down next to mitchel and i and joins in on the hug. i look up at him.
"thank you for saving me. always and forever." she smiles.