Taken By You

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

We rode for about another hour and a half until we reached a gas station. Jack quietly cursed to himself.

"I need to use the bathroom." He mumbled getting out. "Don't you dare go anywhere."

I didn't listen. Instead, as soon as he entered the convenience store, I climbed over the seat. I tried the door and found it unlocked. Idiot. I looked both ways (like in drivers Ed) and crossed the gas station. I hid behind one of the pumps before starting across the street. Suddenly, I heard Jack curse. I didn't even know he had left the convenience store. I quickly scurried back toward the gas pump. Slowly I slid down to my butt, so you couldn't see my legs. As I was doing so, one of my buttons hit the metal pump.

"Stevie?!" He snarled. "If that's you, you better come back here."

I stayed silent for a few more seconds.

"One...... Two........" He started, as if he were a Pre-k teacher.

"THREE!!!" He shouted.

Bang! Bang!

I knew he was only shooting his gun to scare me. But if he shot the gas pump, I would blow up instantly. As I realized this, I quickly ran to the car wash.

"Crap!" I heard Jack shout.

I heard him behind me. But I kept maneuvering around the giant machines. As I exited the back of the car wash, I jumped over the gate. I front of me was a field. I heard Jack panting behind me. Suddenly I heard him stop. I kept running towards the forest until I heard him loading his gun. I felt the blow at my leg and I collapsed to my knees.

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Janine POV

Once again, I woke up with a heavy chest. I had been dreading this day since it happened. Today was Bethy's funeral. I was supposed to make a speech, and talk about our friendship. I had written it, but I was terrified to say it. What if I mess up? What if I cry in front of everyone? Since Bethy was so popular at school, a lot of people were going to be there.

"Janine! Time to goooooo!" Dad yelled.

Ugh. I'm going to be sick.

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I stepped out of the car and looked at the church. It was so somber looking, the complete opposite of what Bethy would have wanted. I noticed a few people from school looking at me. What were they thinking of all this? Who did they blame? I walked in the church to hear an organ playing. I went in and greeted many people, including Bethy and Stevie's families. It was so depressing, with many people crying. I felt like a jerk for not crying, but I had to stay calm for my speech. In the middle of the room was a closed casket. This was her. My best friend was right in front of me, dead, and my other best friend was gone. Taken. Taken by him. Taken by you.

"Now, Janine has some words for Bethy" pastor John said, snapping me back to reality. It's my turn. I walk up stage with teary eyes. I promised my self I wouldn't cry. I adjust the mic with shaking hands. Hopefully no one would notice.

"Hi. Thank you for joining us in celebrating Bethany's death." I paused for a moment, taking in a deep breath. "She was never really a somber person. She would have hated this, but I guess we have no choice." I said sarcastically. There was an awkward silence in the crowd, and an evil look from my mother. " as many of you remember, Bethy was a cool person. And when I say cool, I mean cool. She was always calm and collected. She always made a serious atmosphere light and bubbly. She was my best friend, and I loved her." I wiped my eyes with a tissue. " i know many of you knew her, but not as I knew her. Her, Stevie, and I balanced each other out. We were the three amigos, the three musketeers. And that's how it will always be. Thank you." And with that I ran out of the church and sat on the front steps. I heard someone behind me, so I buried my head in my lap. I didn't want anyone to see me upset. I turned around to see Greg.