Jenna Ortega story's ( Also her characters)

"Kill me" "I cant"-Tara Carpenter

Jade stood with Tara, her heart heavy with the weight of what she had done. Amber was her sister, but she had forced Jade into this twisted game. Under threat of death, Jade had been compelled to hurt Chad, to watch as her best friend was murdered. It was what Amber called Act Three.

"Liv, shut the fuck up!" Amber yelled, her voice echoing in the dimly lit room.

"Fuck you, Amber! I'm not the killer!" Liv retorted, her voice shaking.

Without hesitation, Amber pulled a gun and shot Liv in the head. "I know. Welcome to Act Three."

Jade instinctively pulled Tara into a room, desperate to keep her safe. "It's okay. I got you," Jade whispered, her voice trembling. Tara clung to her tightly, feeling a cold sweat forming on her back.

"Why do you have a knife?" Tara asked, panic rising in her voice.

"Tara, listen to me. It's not what you think!" Jade replied, tears pooling in her eyes.

"You're a killer?" Tara's voice cracked, the realization hitting her hard.

"No! I'm not! She's forcing me! She threatened to kill me and you!" Jade pleaded, desperation flooding her words.

At that moment, Amber walked in, a twisted grin on her face. "I told you to tie her up."

In a sudden act of cruelty, Amber cut Jade's arm for not obeying her. Jade reluctantly tied Tara up, her heart breaking as she did so. "I love you," Jade whispered, tears streaming down her face.

"I hate you," Tara answered back, hurt and anger mixing in her voice.

Jade's heart sank, but she gave Tara a pocket knife, knowing it was a risk, and placed tape over Tara's mouth. "Don't leave here, Tara. I mean it. If this is the last time I see you alive, I love you." With that, Jade walked away, her mask slipping back into place.

Once alone, Tara quickly cut herself free and stumbled to the top of the stairs, her breath hitching as she took in the chaotic scene below. Amber and Jade moved in a brutal rhythm, each swing of their knives more desperate than the last. Blood splattered across the walls, painting a horrific picture of their shared fury.

Jade staggered back, momentarily dazed. Amber seized the opportunity, wrapping her arm around Jade's neck. "Did you really think you could protect her?" Amber hissed, her voice venomous. "Tara will die anyway, and it'll be your fault. You'll be the one she blames."

The taunt struck deep, igniting a surge of anger within Jade. With a primal scream, she drove her knife into Amber's arm, forcing her to let go. As Amber reeled back, Jade didn't hesitate. Her movements became fierce and unrecognizable as she plunged the knife into Amber repeatedly, each strike fueled by rage and betrayal.

"Wait, Jade," Amber choked out, her voice trembling. "You wouldn't kill your own sister... please."

Jade's eyes were cold, void of any sympathy. "You were never my sister."

With one final, merciless strike, Jade cut Amber's throat. She watched as Amber's hand feebly reached for her, desperation and fear clouding her sister's eyes. Jade remained unmoved, a mask of cold detachment on her face as she observed the blood flow steadily from Amber's wounds.

Amber's breaths grew weaker, each one a ragged gasp. In a moment of finality, Jade grabbed the gun lying nearby and pulled the trigger twice, the shots echoing through the room. Amber's body jerked before falling still, lifeless on the floor.

Jade tossed the gun aside, her gaze drifting to where Sam, Sidney, and Gale stood, their eyes fixated on Richie's lifeless body. She stumbled over, expecting them to accuse her, to see her as a monster. But instead, there was recognition in their eyes—they saw a girl who had been dragged into Amber's plan.

Then Tara emerged from the shadows, her steps slow but deliberate, her expression unreadable. She stopped a few feet away, raising the gun and pointing it directly at Jade.

"Tara, put the gun down," Sam called to her, her voice steady yet pleading.

"No," Tara shot back, her grip tightening on the weapon. "She's a killer."

Jade took a step closer, her heart pounding in her chest. Tara adjusted her aim, raising the gun to Jade's head. "Pull the trigger, Tara," Jade whispered, her voice breaking. "Go ahead. Kill me. Please."

Her hands trembled as she pressed Tara's hands back to her own head. "If you don't do it, I will. Just end it. Kill me."

Tara's breath caught, torn between the weight of Jade's pain and her own disbelief. Behind her, Sam urged, "Don't, Tara."

Tara's hand wavered, her resolve crumbling as she looked into Jade's hollow, broken expression. "I can't," she whispered, shaking her head.

"Just kill me!" Jade shouted, anguish pouring from her voice. "There's nothing left for me! I lost you. Just... kill me!"

Tara felt her heart shatter. "No, Jade," she whispered, her voice filled with sadness. "I can't... I won't."

As Tara threw the gun aside, the metallic clatter echoed in the heavy silence. Jade sat there, her body trembling, and Tara stepped forward, wrapping her arms around Jade tightly.

But Jade didn't react. She remained still, lost in her pain, her eyes distant. Tara could feel the depth of Jade's suffering, how utterly trapped she felt.

"Jade," Tara murmured softly, brushing a strand of hair away from Jade's face. "I know you're hurting. You don't have to carry this alone. I'm here for you."

But Jade remained unresponsive, her gaze unfocused. "I don't deserve to live," she finally whispered, her voice hollow and devoid of hope.

"Jade, don't say that!" Tara urged, her heart aching for her girlfriend. "You deserve to live! You deserve happiness!"

Before Jade could respond, the sharp sound of gunfire shattered the moment. Pain erupted in Jade's back, and she fell forward, blood pooling around her.

"No! Jade!" Tara screamed, rushing to her side. The world around them faded, and all Tara could focus on was the horror of Jade's injury.

"It's okay, Tara," Jade whispered weakly, her voice strained. "I'll be okay... you'll be okay without me." Blood trickled from her mouth as she coughed, struggling to breathe. "I love y—" she began, but her words choked in her throat.

Tara cradled Jade's head in her lap, panic rising as she felt the warmth of Jade's blood soaking through her clothes. "No! Don't say that! You're going to be fine! Just hold on!" Tears streamed down Tara's face, each one a silent plea for Jade to fight through the pain.

"I'll always love you," Jade said, her voice fading. "No matter what..."

"Jade, don't go! Please! I can't lose you! Not like this!" Tara's voice cracked, her heart breaking at the thought of a future without Jade.

"Promise me, Tara," Jade breathed, her words fragile. "Promise you'll live. Promise you'll take that trip... even if I can't."

"I promise, Jade. I promise I'll live for both of us. Just stay with me. Please," Tara begged, desperate for Jade to hear her.

As the paramedics rushed into the room, Tara remained anchored to Jade, holding on with all her strength. "I love you, Tara," Jade whispered, her eyes dimming.

"I love you too, baby," Tara replied, holding Jade close as she felt the warmth of their connection begin to slip away. Jade's eyelids fluttered, the light within them fading as she struggled to stay present.

"Okay," Tara said softly, her heart aching. "I'd like that. But you have to come with me."

With that, Jade smiled faintly, but the smile didn't reach her eyes. "I don't think I'm going to make it, Tara," she whispered, her breath shallow.

"Stay with me, Jade," Tara urged, tears streaming down her face. "Please, just stay with me."

As the paramedics moved closer, ready to take Jade into their care, Tara held onto her tighter. She wasn't ready to let go, not yet. Jade's last words lingered in the air, a reminder of their love, a love that would forever echo in Tara's heart.