Age Of Innocence (AOI) [Sequel To IR]

Chapter 96 } The Evil

Part 3:
Ala's POV

I had never been so happy to sit down in my life. Nobody talked as I folded the paper back up stuffing it in my pocket. Everyone looked like they were told their dog was run over. I sat next to Nash and he immediately pulled me into him. Rubbing my back and having to process all these new things about my past that only Matthew knew. I started crying as Nash rubbed my back. I let out all the tears I'd been holding in for the entire speech. It was over. It was finally over.
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I walked into my home heading straight for my bedroom wanting nothing more then sleep. Tessa was in the ground and the worst of it was over. I plopped down on my bed taking my phone from my pocket to be greeted with four missed calls from one of my managers. I figured it must be important so I called back.
"Ala thank god. I thought I'd never reach you." He said. I sat up rubbing my eyes.
"Sorry it's been a long day. Whats up?"
"So I looked in on the Sunsation tour. And sure enough they had sent me multiple emails about you being on the tour, it just all went into my spam, I'm not sure why, but it did. I think it would be a great opportunity and can sign you up as soon as you and your mom give me the okay." I stood up going out to the kitchen.
"Um, I'm more than okay with it. I'll find my mother." I noticed she wasn't in the kitchen so went in the direction of her bedroom. "Is this gonna be an issue with the show?" I asked opening he door. Vacant.
"No, it's starting as soon as the show is scheduled to end. So even if you win you won't miss a date." I decided she must be outside and walked toward the door.
"Awesome." I replied. I noticed her sitting on the dock by herself looking so peaceful. Nash and Kassie were also outdoors causing some form of trouble that I didn't care to intervene in. I walked toward my mother and sat next to her. She granted me a smile. "Hey, Peter. I found her."
"Alright, sounds good." I gave the phone to my mother and she answered. They talked for a while until she pressed the end button placing my phone on the dock.
"So, a tour?" She asked.
"Yeah."
"Who's apart of this tour?"
"Matthew, Carter, Jake Foushee, the Collins and some other people."
"I trust Carter."
"Me too."
"It's a good opportunity. And a good way to get your mind off of things."
"Yeah. I just won't get to see you. I won't ever get to see Nash."
"A good relationship can work at any distance, in any part of the world."
"Mom this isn't Oprah."
"Everyone has dreams."
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I laid on my bed still dressed in my black clothing. Not having the energy to change it. The sun had already set and the moon reflected into my bedroom. It was relaxing, and absolutely peaceful. I closed my eyes and exhaled a deep breath before drifting of into sleep.
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I sat up attempting to rub my tired eyes, only realizing my hands were tied together. In a panic, I looked around for any sign of well, anything. But there was nothing only an endless series of blackness. The ropes rubbed against my wrists as I wriggled around trying every method to break free. I managed to find the place were the ropes were tied and tampered around with it, getting one of the many knots undone. By my third or fourth knot I looked around again. Questioning where I was and why I was there. And suddenly all thoughts were disrupted when someone grabbed my head lifting it up. I gasped in shock and focused my eyes trying to make out the face above me.
"Hey there sugar lips." He whispered. My eyes finally focused and I knew who it was. I knew exactly who it was.
"What do you want from me?" I asked.
"Oh god, the many dirty things that I want from you." He whispered seductively licking his lips. He came around me squatting in front of me. "I don't believe it's what I want though. It's more of what I need." He smirked grazing my face with his hand. I turned away, not wanting his dirty hands on me.
"Just let me go." I said bitterly.
"I'm afraid I can't do that babe."
"Don't call me babe." I spat at him as he continued to inch himself closer. I looked to the floor and saw the faint glimmer of a knife, with a tint of crimson on the edge. He lifted my head forcefully and I met his cold gaze.
"I would really cut the attitude, because the fait of your precious boyfriend, lies in how well you decide to cooperate." He was sickeningly close and if my hands weren't tied, I'd probably punch him in the face.
"What are you talking about?" A spotlight turned on and revealed a scared looking Nash. Tied to a chair with a rope secured in his mouth. He tried screaming but it was all muffled. Tears ran down his face. And I don't think I'd ever seen someone so terrified. What did he do to him? "What did you do?" I asked forcefully trying harder than ever to break free.
"I scared him." He laughed evilly then turned toward Nash, who had by now given up and looked beyond exhausted. The evil behind this whole thing stood from in front of me and walked over to Nash who had now looked livelier than ever as the evil strides closer and closer. He yanked and pulled and tried everything he could while I continued to work on the knots I had previously untied. I stared at Nash never letting go of his scared blue eyes. He never moved his gaze although he didn't seem to notice me. And my optimistic eyes. Fulton then took another rope in between his hands and secured it around Nash's neck. I screamed and frantically stood continuing to untie the knots. I ran although my feet were tied. A girl then appeared from the shadows coming up behind Fulton. I stopped running wondering who this brunette beauty was. Nash looked at her in utter confusion as she rounded the chair and faced him. I never caught a glimpse of her face but Nash seemed more calm at the sight of her. She came closer and closer to Nash before plopping down on his lap in the most seductive way possible. I being his girlfriend continued to run as I got the last knot untied. The rope fell from my wrists as I shuffled closer and closer. The girl glided her hands up from his hips all the way to his cheeks while Fulton continued holding the ropes against Nash's neck, almost as more of a threat than anything. She gripped the back of his chair and began giving him a lap dance. I ran faster and faster until it felt as if I hit a brick wall. I stood, confusion washing over me as the ropes fell from my ankles. I walked further only to be stopped. By some invisible wall. I pounded on it and kicked it as Fulton smirked and the girl continued giving Nash a lap dance. He wasn't screaming or crying anymore which only made me more mad. What about this particular girl, other than the pleasure, made him so relaxed. I kicked and screamed trying everything I could to break down this damn wall but was met with no solutions. The girl then reached to the floor while Nash panted looking so relaxed and calm. I cried and cried when I saw what she was reaching for. The bloody knife. She continued to relax him as she held the knife closer and closer to his chest. He was oblivious to it all as Fulton crossed he ropes ready to kill Nash at any moment. I screamed and tears rushed down my face, I was loosing energy. And I couldn't bare to see Nash so vulnerable. My pain was unbearable as the girl and the boy exchanged a nod before taking all life out of Nash Grier simultaneously. I let out an ear piercing scream before collapsing to the floor. My heart felt as it had to been suffocated and stabbed as well. The girl pulled the knife out of Nash's lifeless body and stood. Fulton released the ropes around Nash's neck. The girl turned around and I stopped breathing. It can't be. She gave me a smirk before dropping the knife and taking Fulton's hand, walking off into the darkness. I screamed again. There's no way. That's utterly impossible. I can't be. It can't be me.
(A/N Woaaaaahhh that was fricken dark. I'm sorry...)
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