Die for Me( A Venturiantale Fanfic)

Chapter 8

Nothing yet. It's been 5 minutes since I called 911. The fighting stopped but I heard lots of crying. The closet door quickly opened and someone pulled me out and pushed someone else in. My ankle hurt so much I could hardly bare it.

The person covered my eyes with a cloth and kept my arms behind my back. "Look at you, such a beautiful face," someone says raining my chin with their finger. The voice sounded light but rough. "I would say thanks but I think you have more to say," I say tightening my jaw.

"She speaks!" The one behind me says and I hear 4 people laugh. "No duh Sherlock!" I say back. "Oh, someone's sassy! Deil it down a little sweet thang!" The rough voice says and more laughing. "Sorry but I'm engaged! Now what the hell did you do with my fiancé?!?!" I shout.

"Oh you mean the youngling? Honey you could do way better!" I hear a girl voice argue. "Oh I'm sorry... I'd call you a bitch but that's insulting to bitches!" I shout. "Ohhhhh!" Everyone goes laughing. "Now you listen hear Honey, we have your boy. One wrong move and you may not see him again. You have no help do you? I thought not. So zip your lips or he could end up worse," she says.

The room falls silent then I giggle. "What a bitch," I say under my breathe. "Who the hell do you think you are?" The girl asks me and I feel a punch in my stomach. It wasn't a very good one but it still hurt. "I'm General A!" I reply. "Oh like we don't know," the person behind me says.

"What even kind of like gang are you? Your not even like torching me!" I say. "It's the only thing that keeps your man cooperative," a man says. "What?" I ask speechless. "You heard us, you keep your fiancé cooperating," the girl said. "You make no sense," I say shaking my head.

"We don't torture you, he doesn't struggle," the person behind me says. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!?!" I shout. "It means he wouldn't try to fight back as our other partner took him away," the girl says. "Away where?!?!" I scream. "Don't worry just to the room across the hall, fiancé vs ex you may say," the roof man voice explained.

"You mean you guys can't hurt me?" I ask. "No," they say. "But what about him?" The room goes silent. I start to breathe heavily when I hear the door kicked open. "Put your hands up! This is the police!" I hear and the the hands let go of me.

-1 hour later-
I think I need therapy. The last hour became a blur, I couldn't see. And then the sirens and questions and Jordan. He was beat up and nearly bleed to death. I think I nee therapy. The last hour has become a blur... Did I already say that?

I'm not sure anymore. I'm not sure of anything. Not since I found out who were keeping me captive, or when I saw Jordan bleeding so much. I'm not sure anymore. I swear I'm just repeating things! I swear I'm just repeating things! Ugh stop this Athena!

Breathe in and breathe out. I scream as I feel someone's hand touch my back. "It's fine it's okay! It's just me," Jordan says and sits next to me. I think I'm about to cry. We are sitting in front of the New York hospital somewhere. Jordan hugs me and I think I'm about to burst into tears.

"Y-you were so..." I start but then bite my lip. "I know. I just lost a lot of blood, that's it," he says putting my head on his shoulder. A memory flashes in my head. Finding him in the room next door, in the bathroom. Bleeding horribly in the bath tub. "Jordan I was the one that found you, not them... I walked into the bathroom first," I say and start crying on his shoulder.

"Shhhh... It's fine. This is not your fault. We stay at the hospital one more day and we are heading home," he tries to reassure me. It doesn't work. "But then... The people. I knew them! James, Cassidy, Seth, and Gabby! They were my best friends!" I stutter out.

"Shhh... The world doesn't exist!!! Reality is nothing but a dream. The only thing you clinging to on this earth is me. Okay. No one else! Nothing else! And I'm here for you, I always will be!" He says. I giggle a bit. "What?" He asks. "You just reminded me of an old song," I say. "Sing it to me," he orders playfully.

"I'll probably gonna mess it up but okay!" I start singing," Gonna put the world away for a minute, pretend I don't live in it. Sunshine so gonna wash my blues away. Had sweet love but I lost it, she got to close so I fought her. Now I'm lost the world trying to find me a better way. Wishing I was, knee deep in the water somewhere. Got the blue sky breeze and it don't seem fair. Only one worry in the world that's the tides gonna reach my chair. Sunlight there's a fire in the sky, never been so happy, never felt so high. And I think I found me my own kind of paradise."

He grabs my hand and shakes his head looking at the ground," Has anyone ever told you...how bad you are at singing?" My mouth drops open and I punch his arm," Yeah right! Your not the best singer ever either!" We both laugh and I suddenly stop and feel tired.

"Jordan I think I'll need therapy after this trip," I whisper. "I know, your pretty messed up," he teased. "Oh shut up!" I say and unexpectedly fell asleep.