I guess I fell asleep for a few hours, which means I missed a few of my chores. Fleek woke me up, gentler than usual, which was strange. I got out of my bed and rubbed my eyes, they stung from crying so much. Maybe he could tell that I knew, because he looked at me with sympathy. "We have to go to the store for food and supplies." He said grimly. What was so wrong with going to the store? I wondered to myself, "Yeah.... Okay." I said quietly and pulled on my hoodie.
"I'm going to!" Quinn stated bluntly. That scared both me and Fleek, when did she get here? I asked myself silently, "I've been here the whole time" she answered. We both stared at her before just giving up and walking out of my cramped room. We both followed Fleek to his car. Quinn got in front and I got in back, curling my knees up and watching out the window.
"So why do you want to kill him?" Quinn asked, annoying Fleek seemed to be one of her passions. "I don't want to... I'm being forced to." He mumbled quietly. I'm RIGHT here. I thought angrily, yeah, good plan, talk about the guy that was dying in front of SAID GUY. But they continued anyways.
"Whhyyyyy though?" She taunted. He looked saddened, "because.... the team no longer needs him." He mumbled. I'm no longer useful... RETURN ME HOME!!! My mind screamed, but I knew that wouldn't happen. "He's very smart and useful though!" She argued. He sighed, anyone could tell he would rather not have this conversation. "They do not think he is. So therefore he is to die.." He stated sternly. "But-" she started again, "End of conversation!" He snapped.
That got both of us quiet for the rest of the ride home. We got to the store and Fleek handed both of us lists. Quinn ran off in one direction and I in the other. I went and collected some of the things on my list. Suddenly I felt someone yank me into a closet. This was bad, very very bad.
Fleek drove my head into a wall and practically knocked me out, he grabbed my wrists and taped them up with duct tape. I was about to scream for help when he taped my mouth shut and slammed my head into a wall again. He picked mr up lightly and walked out the exit to his car. I was seriously doomed, my head throbbed as he carried me, I was barely conscious and kept my eyes closed while he walked. This was anything but quick and painless.
Fleek put me in the front seat and put my seatbelt on, thanks for the consideration, yeah, just about to kill me and you put my damn seatbelt on?! Not that it really mattered. He went and got in drivers seat and started the car and was just about to drive away when Quinn popped into the backseat. "Hey guys! You almost left without me!" She stated unhappily. Maybe I have a chance at living? I hoped silently, but seriously doubted it. I couldn't think straight, so it was impossible to get a message to her.
Fleek grumbled and started driving, but I didn't recognize where we were going. Not yet at least. He drove for about a half an hour, all of us in total silence. He finally parked and locked the back seat doors before going to my side and getting me out, using my black messy hair as a handle. Ow ow ow, I whined in my head. He dragged me over to the edge of a bridge and moved me forward.
No no no.... I pleaded in my head. I shook my head and tears ran down my face. I had a fear of water, I couldn't swim. Not that that mattered either, my hands were duct taped around my back. I sobbed silently and lowered my head. This was it. He put his hand on my back and hesitated before he gave me a hard push.
Goodbye.... I thought as I fell. My body hit the ice cold water and started sinking. I didn't struggle, for the first, and last time in my short life. I didn't fear death, I let myself die.
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Coming Home
Teen FictionWho says a villain like fourteen year old boy can't love a small, shy innocent thirteen year old?