𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐨𝐧

𝟎𝟑𝟎 - 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞

C E L I N E G R A N T
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The cold barrel of the man's gun pressed against the back of my head, giving me the urge that I needed to continue walking. Had I not followed the directions, the gun was a reminder that I would end up in the same position as McKenzie Mckray.

My hands were raised, keeping them onto the blonde man the entire time that we walked through the now wrecked office. The group of men had broken every single then inside and killed every single person that was in their way... everybody besides me.

Why haven't they killed me?

What was scarier than a bullet being shot through my head was these men needing me alive. Them not killing me meant that they had some sort of significance for me, and it was no doubt concerning Matthew.

Were they planning to lure him in and hurt him? Goodness, I hope that they didn't have plans of hurting Matthew. If I lived past tonight, I would never forgive myself had I known that something bad happened to Matthew because of me.

When we finally exited McKenzie's Mckray's office the fresh air didn't help much with the fear that I was experiencing.

The shorter blonde man leads me out of the back door of the building, away from the city streets and any civilians. A white van sat right outside of the door with two men standing outside of it with machine guns.

A handful of my hair was suddenly gripped, burning my scalp almost immediately. My mouth fell open, getting ready to release a scream but before it could one of the men press something against my lips while the other wrapped something around my eyes.

I could barely process what was taking place before I was shoved inside of what I at first assumed was the van. That was until I felt something cut inside of the palm of my hand, and the familiar feeling of my knee scraping against a road.

Stupid wasn't a horrible enough word to describe what I was.

That sentence played through my head like a broken radio as all of this occurred. The consequences of my desperate actions had finally come to the light, followed by the true motives of why McKenzie Mckray chose me to write an article on Matthew to prove myself. Not because she had seen potential in me... simply because of the fact that she needed someone to be put in the crossfire.

As the burning feeling of my skin tearing hit my body, I wanted to do nothing more than care. But unfortunately, I'd been so afraid in this moment that tears couldn't escape my eyes. The fear that I experienced when I woke up at the compound didn't even compare to what I felt right now and that's because these men weren't Matthew.

Despite me betraying Matthew, he had the heart to spare me. These men hadn't shown in heart or sympathy when they shot a bullet inside of McKenzie's skull, so why would these men hesitate to slit my throat?

"Let's see how much your boyfriend cares about you, yeah?" The mean teased, a few of the other men around laughed.

The man placed the phone on speaker phone as he tried calling who I already knew was Matthew. What did these men want from Matthew? Was it money?

When the call goes to voicemail, I slighty straighten my body up which was a clear mistake. Almost immediately I felt something press into my back, pushing me back down onto the ground. "Did I say you could sit up?" He harshly spat.

A muffled cry escaped my lips.

All of this was completely my fault, had I not come back to antagonize Mckenize Mckray this all could've been avoided.

I wouldn't have been forced to watch as the person who id look up to for yours was shot in the brain, I wouldn't be on the ground in front of men that I hardly know, I wouldn't be putting Matthew's safety at jeopardy.