Taking Chances (Rewritten Version)

Chapter Twenty-Eight

"Disbelieving"

Brielle

                  

The way his name fell off my tongue made me flinch, made me feel an anger more pure than when he called. He stood in front of me with a smirk he liked to give someone who he had in his sight, the way he wanted them. He liked to play games, make people miserable to make himself feel better about himself. I gritted my teeth as I glared at him with everything inside of me, even if he didn't seem phased.

"Aw, I thought I'd get a better homecoming," he pouted playfully, his eyes filled with mischievous and devil's play. It made me sick.

"Don't give me any of or your shit," I spat through my teeth.

He chuckled as he pushed himself off of the wall he was leaned against and took a step toward me. I stepped back and opened my mouth to scream, hoping someone would hear me or see my discomfort and save me, but his grip tightened so hard that I could no longer feel my arm, and I swore that something may have split beneath my skin.

"Ah ah," he cooed, pulling me closer to his side. The way he glared at me without letting his expression show made me go numb again.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," he mumbled, his voice dangerously low. "Your little boyfriend may not live to see another day if I'm caught walking around, so I suggest you choose your moves very carefully."

I didn't hear anything passed the mention of Nate. My heart finally started beating again when I thought of him; I felt my breathing get heavier.

"I know you're excited to see him," he cooed, smirking again. "So how about we take a walk? Oh, and I'd look casual. Wouldn't want someone to think something was wrong."

At first I couldn't get my legs moving, but when he tugged at my arm with his numbing grip and thoughts of finally seeing Nate again, my feet were moving faster than his. He took me to the forest behind the University, where no one usually went and where a space so secluded would be perfect to pull out a body that was bloodied and bruised. A living person.

Near the forest line sat a pitch black van, off near the trees. At an angle, no one could really spot it unless you were truly looking for it, so they hit the jack pot. As we got closer, he only tightened his grip just a tad bit, but it was still numbing. And when we stopped a few feet away, the passenger door opened.

My gaze landed on brown hair and blue eyes, with a face that I hadn't seen in years. Terry Tominson was Liam's best friend in high school, leading up to the time he was arrested. He was there even after the fact that he murdered his own parents, and I didn't think he would ever leave. So seeing him jump out of the van, the only surprise I got was seeing how much he'd grown up and changed physically.

He looked sorrowful when his gaze fell upon me, but it changed the second he looked at Liam standing with his hand gripping my bruised and possibly sprained arm.

"Bring him out," Liam ordered, glaring at the tinted windows of the van.

Terry gripped the door handle and ripped the door open, revealing something that brought heavy and instant tears to my eyes. He grabbed Nate by the arm, a very bloodied and bruised arm, and pulled him out of the van. He didn't last on his feet the second he was out; he crumbled on his knees, slowly falling forward to the ground. Although Terry held him up rather roughly.

When I saw his face, everything inside of me crumbled. His beautifully ice-blue eyes were almost swollen shut, and one of them were. Bruised, cut, split, bloodied, broken; he was so horrible to look at that I literally felt my heart break in my chest.