Terrified |Sequel to HBTS|

2~What happened to Jordan?

Kyle

"Please don't hurt me," he pleaded. 

I could feel my heart break as he said that... 

What happened to my brave, book-throwing, bully-fighting boyfriend? He was so broken. I whispered a soft,"I won't," and went to sleep. 

Mackenzie

I stood where I had been finding myself a lot recently. In the bathroom, in front of a mirror that reflects the sight of a horrid beast. I would love to not feel that way but I do.

Jordan

I was tied up in a basement. It was freezing cold and all I wanted was Johnnie to be there to save me. I have developed a close friendship with the smaller boy. I just hate what Mr. Dorame said he does. He says he beats Johnnie. Today was the worst though. 

He walked in and sat in front of me. I instantly scurried away the best I could. The chains on my limbs were limiting my movements. 

"Yeah, run. Or try your best, because you have no idea what I've done."

I stayed silent, knowing better than to ask. I was shaking, not just in fear but I was shaking because I was so weak from not being able to eat. It really sucked being the prisoner of a fugitive teacher. 

He took out a blood covered knife and laid it on the ground in front of me. "You see the blood?"

I nodded yes, scared out of my mind. 

"It's your friend Johnnie's blood.  I killed him," he said casually. 

"Y-you're lying!" I accused, tears welling in my throat and eyes. 

"I don't lie about death!" He yelled, picking up the knife and pointing it at me, holding it against my neck. "I could kill you too, if you'd like."

"N-n-no sir," I said, a tear rolling down my cheek. 

"Why are you crying?" 

"Please don't hurt me."

"THEN ANSWER THE QUESTION!!!!" 

"I dont wanna' die, sir."

He smirked evilly. "Ha! You're scared, and I love that. You look just like you did that day after class... Do you remember that?"

'How could I forget the worst day of my life,' I thought. I nodded yes frantically, scared for my life. 

"You were so frightened. Your eyes were wide, your face was covered in tears, you screamed and cried, but no one came to help you, did they? They let you suffer," He said, his smirk growing more evil with every word he spoke. 

I started to cry as I remembered the day that I was stolen from, they day I was in so much pain, but no one would save me, no one heard my pleads. 

He laughed stood up, dropping the knife so it laid at my feet, kicking my side and leaving me there, starving, cold, and ready to die. 

After I calmed down a bit I reached fro the knife, I was ready to die, to end it all. I gulped, saying a quiet, tear-filled goodbye to my loved ones, that would never see me again. 

I pressed the knife to my throat and more tears fell. 

I let out one last loud sob...