𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮 𝙛𝙞𝙫𝙚: DO I HAVE TO BE A GOOD PERSON?
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"THAT'S HOT." DALTON'S voice played from the audio emitting from the camera.
(F/N)'s sniffles could barely be heard over the audio as she watched the moment that had been so pure, so happy. What happened was that all the couples started well, coupling up. Kissing in their foldable chairs while the other three joked.
The camera panned to the right, showing Nick and (F/N) who was sitting in a chair to his left. Dalton began to walk forward, and Nick shook his head with a slightly playful expression, "Don't even think about it, I ain't kissing you, dude."
"C'mon you know you want to." Dalton teased and zoomed in on Nick's smiling face.
"Haha—Just kidding." Dalton admitted, "Besides I wouldn't wanna kiss your ass for shi—"
A bright light turned on out of nowhere those showing in the recording covered their eyes because of it. The camera lifted to show a car, with bright headlights shining down at them. Then, the camera turned off. It went to change scene, but she stopped it before it could. She didn't want to watch anymore.
She frowned at her reflection in the screen as she thought about the moment. That had been when it all started, when they first saw Bo. It was when everything went downhill.
Why did she have to meet the Sinclairs? Why did her friends drag her here? Why did they have to go that to stupid football game? For fucks sake, they hadn't even made it.
(F/N) spent a good majority of her grounding crying over her old memory's, flipping through the cameras as well.
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It had been hours since she was ordered to stay in her room, and (F/N) couldn't bear to any longer. None of the Sinclair brothers had entered her room, causing her to think that something bad may have happened. She couldn't help but give into the itch that desired to go find out.
The house was empty, from what she could tell. She snuck around the corners too easily for it to not be. Making it to the front door was not hard feat, and walking through it was easy. Almost too easy.
What the hell is going on? She wondered as she began to walk down the road. It was darker outside now, the sun setting in the distance as she tried to make her steps quiet against the asphalt. Where could they be? She pondered. If she had to guess, Bo would be at the station, probably ruining the lives of the visitors. Or, perhaps he was even stealing them.
She made it to the bottom of the road, now in the middle of the town. She could hear music being blasted at the mechanic shop. (F/N) knew she should try to run, to do anything other than what she wanted to, but she didn't.
The woman made sure the path was clear before she moved over to the mechanic shop, opening the door and entering it. The blaring music only got louder as she stepped further inwards. Some items had been knocked off of tables and shelves, but she didn't hear any fighting or screams when she attempted to listen. If there was any movement, she couldn't hear it.
So, she walked further. She walked by the radio, keeping it on so that her steps could be covered by it. (F/N) carefully made her way down the stairs, in the thin hallway. She made it to the bottom room, finding the door open.
Slowly she peered into the lit up room, finding it looking like even more of a mess down there. The floor was covered in random tools, the things on the shelves had been ripped off or torn. It was a wreck. And behind a chair, she could see a shoe covered foot, and a pile of blood seeping out from underneath it.
There was another body a bit further, fully revealed to the woman. It was the man that had walked up to the station before. He, looked beaten. And when she tried to take his pulse, she found none. He was dead.
She turned around to look for the other body in the room. When she found it, she realized she had recognized the shoe. Bo was laying on the ground, covered with blood. Whether it was all his or not, she wasn't completely sure. However she was sure some of it was, because she could see the scratches and gashes.
"Oh shit." (F/N) paused, peering down at the body with a frozen expression, "...You alive, Bo?" She called out, not sure if she wanted a response or not.
She crouched down, feeling for his pulse. Luckily—or unluckily—she found it. He's still alive. She thought to herself as a frown grew on her face. "Oh shit..." She repeated as she took in her situation.
(F/N) could leave him there. She could leave him there and escape. She wanted to, more than anything. To leave Ambrose. But the guilt that struck her when she turned her back on him. How bad it felt? She didn't know if she could live with that. Besides, who knew where Vincent and Lester were? With her luck they were waiting outside.
(F/N) took a sigh. She would be here thinking for a while.
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AUTHORS NOTE !
...hi
I don't know if chapters will generally be longer or shorter from here. It'll probably vary a lot
