Chapter 3

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Lauren

Just as I suspected, Jack's home and not very happy.

"Is he here?" Kane asks

"Yea," I say shakily

I want to tell him to drop me and leave. I also want him to call the cops. I look at Kane and decide.

"I'll be ok, I promise, go home," I tell him

"No, I'm not leaving," Kane responds

"Ok," I respond wearily

I turn the door knob and it squeaks  open. I gulp as Kane waits in the entry way, 911 on speed dial. I spot Jake and immediately want to runaway from the impending doom.

"Hi honey, how was your day?" I ask

"Just another day at the office, did you eat today?" He responds and asks

"I actually ate some chicken strips," I whisper

"Now now you know you're not supposed to eat anything," Jake tsks

"See that's just abuse, she needs to eat and as her best friend, I have to take care of her," Kane says as he emerges from the entryway

"Who's this?" Jake asks

"Kane, my best friend," I say

"Oh, well isn't he cute," Jake says and inches closer to Kane

"I suggest you back the hell up before I deck you so hard that Google can't find you," Kane snarled

I take out my phone, text Brantley, and call 911. I wince as Jake continues to inch closer to Kane, but instead, he grabs me and I feel the cool metal of a gun against my temple. I do my best not to move as I tightly close my eyes. I open them slightly to see Kane smirking as I hear the foot steps I recognize as Brantleys. 

"Let her go," I hear the familiar growl

The gun presses further into my temple.

"I said let. her. go," B growls again


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