Dead End || BWWM

Chapter 13

Valencia drove and drove for what felt like an eternity to Moune. She looked out the window with intense focus as she tried to remember the things she passed and the house numbers. it helped to keep her brain focused. After around half an hour Valencias car started to slow down and the blinker was turned on.

The car pulled into a driveway of a small red house. Moune was confused and looked to Valencia just to see she was focused on the road rather than looking at Moune even for a glance. This made Mounes anxiety start to form in the pit of her stomach.

"Valencia? I thought we were going to the police station." Moune says to the girl attempting to mask the shakiness in her voice.

"We're making a quick stop." Valencia parks the car in the garage and gets out the drivers side.

Moune tries to leave but the door won't open. When she tries to unlock it the lock won't move. Her door flew open and Valencia suddenly grabbed her hard dragging her out of the car.

"What the hell?! Valencia what are you doing?! You're suppose to be helping me!" Moune screamed as Valencia dragged her by the hair and arm.

"Shut up you slut." She drags her into the house and throw as her on the floor.

With her curls covering her brown eyes, Moune looks at her. She didn't move an inch not even to move her hair. She was confused and in shock at the turn of events

"You're just like the rest of them. You don't deserve him." Valencia mumbles reaching in the back of her pants.

She pulls out a gun and aims it at Moune. Moune backed up crawling on the ground to get away from her. Valencia was suppose to be her savior, she was suppose to get her to freedom and put Jack behind bars. This wasn't supposed to happen.

"What do you mean? I don't deserve Jack? A rapist and woman beater? You're crazy!"

"Shut up! You just don't appreciate the love he has for you. He does it to keep you in line. You're the one who keeps making him angry. If you'd just listen like a good little slut and let him fuck you, you wouldn't be dealing with a beating."

Mounes eyes sting at her words. She couldn't believe her ears. She now was kidnapped by the crazy man's groupie.

"He's going to jail, Valencia. We have proof." Mounes voice shakes.

"You mean this proof?," she holds up a small usb. "I took it when Matthew wasn't looking. I thought he'd be smarter."

She drops the usb on the ground and shoots it making Moune yelp and cover her ears. She aims the gun back at Moune and walks closer to her in a way that can only be described as sinister.

"He belongs with me. I'm his one and only," Valencia says with crazy eyes, "Now that your pathetic evidence is gone, You're next."

A shot is fired and it hits her right in the leg. Moune screams in agony and quickly holds her leg down as blood starts to gush out of the wound very quickly. Valencia giggles and covers her mouth.

"I'd like to leave you like this, but he'd still have you even as a cripple." She holds the gun up to Mounes head.

Moune shuts her eyes tight preparing for the end. In her head she spams Matthew's name over and over again hoping that like every other time, he will show up and save her from her misery.

Matthew.

Matthew.

Matthew.

Please. Matthew.

BANG!

Mounes eyes were still squeezed shut. She didn't feel another wound and she still felt alive. But there was no sign of Valencia anymore.