Forever Bound - A Dukesaw fanfiction

Operation Envy - 5

DEAN

Duke fucked up. Soon enough, that bitch will be dead. 

STEP ONE - OPERATION ENVY

First, I'll have to lure her to a place. I'm going to copy Veronica's handwriting to write a note. Thankfully, Mr and Mrs Sawyer are on a trip. So I can simply bring Duke to Ronica's place. I still have a note of Veronica's from when we used to pass notes in Math, so I know her handwriting.

 Dear Heather,

         Meet me at my place after school, I'll be waiting for you. ;)

 Love, Ronnie.

I'll have to be careful when putting this in Heather's locker, because if somebody sees me, it'll look like a love letter, or something. Gross, I'd rather die. I know that I walk by her locker on my way to American History, so as I go that way, I slip it in.

STEP TWO

Now, I'll have to bring Ronnie there, too. For a final goodbye. I'm not awful, you know. This step will be easy, since it's literally her house. She'll be there. I'll just have to make sure she STAYS there. Again, easy. I'll just tie her up. I have rope, anyways. I grab my gun, and tuck in in my belt. I'll want a knife, too. But I'll just grab one from her kitchen. Any other tools, they'll be at her house. I get on my bike, go early, and quickly head to her house, going up through her window. I throw my bag of supplies on the floor, and look around, Veronica's not here yet. I move the rug to the side, to prevent blood from spilling on it. I unplug the phone and put it in the closet, to avoid unwanted 911 calls. Finally, I go downstairs to grab any supplies I'll need. A knife, bleach, a mop, garbage bags, and tape. I bring them upstairs to Veronica's room and "set up shop".

DUKE

I go to my locker to grab some books, and see a note from Veronica.

 Dear Heather,

Meet me at my place after school, I'll be waiting for you. ;)

Love, Ronnie.

I smile and tuck the note in the pocket of my green blazer. Then, I grab the books I needed and head to my last class. 

SAWYER

Once my final period is over, I head home. I open the door, throw my bag on the floor, and head upstairs to change into something comfortable. 

"Hello, my love." J.D says. WHAT THE FUCK IS HE DOING HERE?

"What are you doing-" He grabs my wrists and ties them up, tightly. I struggle against him, but he manages to tie me up. He lays me down on my bed, and kisses my forehead. 

"LET ME GO, YOU SON OF A BITCH!" He shushes me, and tapes my mouth. I don't even know what to do, all I can think about is how I want to scream, and cry. But I don't. I just sit there, scared out of my mind. He looks at the clock. 

"Duke should be here, soon." He says. NO, ANYONE BUT HER! This causes tears to flow down my face. I try to break through the rope, and escape, while having a muffled yell. Even with the tape, I'm still making noise. 

"SHUT UP!" He yells at me before grabbing the knife and threatening me with it, I quiet down. Obviously, this doesn't please him. He grabs my arm and slits it just enough to REALLY HURT, but not to cause irreversible damage. I cry, and try to say: "Okay, okay!". He stops. And I just lie there, crying softly. I hear the front door open. Oh, no. J.D grabs my hair and whispers in my ear.

"You will yell at her to come upstairs, or I will KILL both of you. Got it?" He says, my entire body stinging. I nod the best I can. He rips the tape off my mouth and holds the gun against my head.

"H- Heather.. I'm in my room.." I say in the happiest voice possible. Once I finish my sentence, J.D lets go of my hair, and I hear Heather coming upstairs. Shit, shit, shit.. What am I doing? Tell her to run!

"WAIT, NO! HEATHER, RUN! J.D'S HERE!" I yell, and she runs to the nearest phone, which is in the kitchen. But, J.D thinks she's gone. 

"You fucking bitch!" He points the gun at me, and I try to stall by continuously apologizing. As I try to slip my hands out of the rope. 

"I'm sorry, but I couldn't let her die!" I cry. "You can kill me, but don't kill her!" I say as I get my hands loose, but pretend like they're still stuck. When he presses the gun against my head, I grab it and point it at him.

"Smart girl." He smirks as he raises his hands.

"Drop the knife." I say, rattled by the sudden power switch. He does so, and I hear it bang against the hardwood floor.

DUKE

I hear a bang from upstairs, it doesn't sound like a gunshot, but it still can't be good, I grab a knife, for self defense. Then I dial 911.

"911, what's your emergency?" I hear the operator ask.

"I'm at my girlfriend's house, the Sawyer residence. Upstairs, she's being attacked by Jason Dean, and I think he wants to kill the both of us." 

"Okay, name?" 

"Heather Duke." 

"Is this man armed?" 

"I- I don't know, I didn't see. I think so, though."

"Okay, find a place to hide, and we're sending help now." I hang up and hide in the linen closet. I hear a bang, and cover my ears as tears form in my eyes quickly. 

"LET GO OF ME!" I hear Veronica yell, I sigh in relief, she's not gone. 

SAWYER

"LET GO OF ME!" I say after J.D takes the gun from me, throws it across the room, and grabs the knife again. He lays me down, flips me over and starts to carves something in my back. I scream.

DEAN

I laugh as I carve "mine" in her back. She cries, and begs for me to stop. She deserves this. She chose a random BITCH over me! I'd do anything for her! Doesn't she know that?

"PLEASE! I'M SORRY!" She begs me. This annoys me. I shove my finger in the wound, she screams and cries, while attempting to get away. Suddenly, there's a sharp pain in my back, and I fall down. Duke?

Heather Duke got the gun. SHE SHOT ME IN THE BACK!

"Talk about backshots, huh?" She makes a dirty joke while standing over me.

"How mature." I say while hissing in pain.

"Like you're any better." She grabs the knife out of my hand and goes over to a bawling Veronica. 

"RONNIE! Oh, my god. I'm so sorry. I should've helped earlier." She starts to cry, as she takes off her blazer and presses it against the wound.

"Heather, are you okay?" Veronica says softly.

"Not a scratch." She wipes a tear, as she picks Veronica up. "You'll be okay, just hold on, alright? Stay with me." I start to feel really guilty. 

"She'll be okay." I whimper. "I didn't get any vital organs." Heather just looks at me. 

"Go to hell, Jason." She points the gun at my head. 

BANG