THE DEVIL // MITCHEL CAVE

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christian's pov:

"i just got a text from tate." mitchel says immediately going to the text. "she said, he has me locked in a bedroom, please hurry. fuck man!"

"mitch we have to go back to his house now."

"but he said-."

i cut him off. "tate is in trouble. who knows what he is going to do to her. if you love her, you wouldn't wait until tomorrow."

"you're right. let's go."

mitchel and i start sprinting to the house.

we walk into foster's house that is now empty. i can hear muffled voices from upstairs. mitch and i look around quietly for any weapons.

"shit mitch look at this." he walks over and i show him the gun that is in a drawer.

"take it."

i look at him confused. "are you sure?"

"we might need it. this guy is a fucking psychopath."

i look back at the gun for a moment contemplating if i should take it. i hesitate, but i take it and put it in my waistband.

"alright let's get tate." mitch says as we start walking up the stairs.

"what's our plan?" i ask.

"get in there and save tate."

"yes, but we need a plan."

"let's just wing it."

"mitchel. we can not wing this. foster isn't someone who you want to mess with. trust me."

"i'll walk in there and if i need you i'll call out your name."

"fine." this is the worst plan. i already know this is going to go horribly.

"alright their in here." mitchel busts open the door.

i stay close to the wall where foster can't see me. i get the gun ready in case something happens. i'm ready for anything that is about to go down.

i peak my head in the slightest bit and see foster has a gun against tate's head. that's all i need to see.

i rush in and foster points his gun at me. i pull the trigger on him. i pull it again. he falls to the floor as a pool of blood starts to surround him.

i stand there frozen at what i just did. tate runs into mitchels arm. i join them in their hug.

tate looks up at me. "thank you for saving me. always and forever."

i wipe her tears. "don't thank me. i'm just glad you're here." i pull her into me.

it was either her or foster. and it had to be foster. this couldn't be like the last time.

BACKSTORY: 4 YEARS AGO
christian's pov:

"christian come on don't be a wimp!" tate yells out to me.

"yeah come on mate!" foster yells.

i roll my eyes then jump in the pool.

when i come back up to the surface, i see foster all up on tate kissing her like he's going to never see her again.

i'm kind of getting sick of foster always being around. it was always just tate and i until foster came along. i don't hate the guy, he's my friend, but he's pulling tate away from me.

"there's a hotel a few minutes away you know." i joke.

tate splashes me. "shut up kras." she laughs.