TW FOR THIS CHAPTER, IT WILL MENTION SUICIDE, IF THIS IS NOT A TOPIC YOU ARE OKAY WITH READING OR IF THE TOPIC TRIGGERS YOU IN ANY WAY PLEASE CLICK OFF OF THIS CHAPTER.
THIS WILL BE THE ONLY TW FOR THIS CHAPTER.
Seattle day three.
{i'm watching you this time.}
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Ellie.
I wake up alone, sleeping in a room with a makeshift bed.
I raise up, groaning in pain as I move my body,
"Quinn?" I holler, barley being able to move.
I don't get a response back so I make myself stand up and slide a hoodie on, grabbing my backpack and gun before making my way towards the steps.
"No! Please don't do this!" I hear quinn cry from downstairs, I put my gun in hand and begin running down the steps,
"I'll fucking kill you!" Quinn screams, I walk in to see her being held down by multiple men, Abby holding a gun to a guys head i've never seen before.
Before I could react I feel myself being thrown to the ground, knocking my gun feet away from me, leaving me completely helpless.
"Quinn run!" The man yells through abby's grip, abby quickly retaliated by kicking his knees in, causing him to fall down.
She pulls him up so he's sitting on his knees facing Quinn, shoving her gun further into his temple.
"If you do this, I'll fucking kill you." Quinn says through cries,
"Please don't do this!" She screams once again.
Bang.
bang.
bang.
bang.
I turn my head as the man's blood begins to fly, Quinn let's out a horrified scream, before beginning to yell between sobs once again.
"No!" She screams at the top of her lungs, her face turning pale from the lack of oxygen.
I see a soldier quickly take a gun across her face before one does the same to me.
Letting darkness take over my body.
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I slowly began to regain consciousness, waking up to a completely silent room, I turn my head, my eyes trailing the body laying on the floor, the bullet holes going through is his head,
I groan as I sit up, my eyes searching the room for Quinn,
I find her laying a few inches away from me, a bruised face with dried blood coming out of her nose.
"Quinn..." I whisper kenneling down in front of her face so if she opened her eyes she wouldn't see the body laying a few feet away.
She slowly opens her eyes, tears immediately begin to fill them.
"No..." She whispers, brining her hand up to her mouth to muffle her cries,
"Come on baby let me get you outta here." I whisper, helping her stand up.
"I can't leave my dad here..." She cries.
It's her dad.
My poor baby.
"Oh Quinn." I say, brining her into my chest placing small kisses on her forehead.
"Baby we have to go." I say, knowing there's no way I can bring the body all the way back to Jackson.
"There's woods behind here..." I suggest, knowing that's our only option.
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Quinn.
Standing above the freshly dug grave of my father gives me chills,
Todays the first time i've seen him in a year, it's also the last.
