Kidnapped at age 15

Chapter 16

Britt's pov

I sat on the dirty dusty floor staring at the door Max walked right out of. I should have followed. What's wrong with me? Alex is always my first worry but this time it was just about myself. Max cared more about Alex's well being more than I did.. that's terrible. I face palmed myself and sat there crying about my decision. I made the wrong choice. I could be out there helping Alex when I had the chance to do so but instead I thought of only myself while crying about what I could have done.

I got up from the floor and circled around the kitchen. What is going on with my life? I kicked a empty jar that was perfectly standing against the wall and watched it shatter. I got back down on the ground and sat up against the dirty counter top. Maybe I should just sit here and rot in my sleep. So that's what I planned on doing as I started to feel myself drift off.

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Loud crashing... foot steps walking around the living room. I jolted awake from all the noise going on in the next room. Shit. Lizzie probably saw Max leave and came back here.

I got on my hands and knees trying to not touch any of the broken glass. I started moving slowly towards the noise.. I was shaking so badly I hardly felt the shards of glass getting stuck in my hands and knees. I stopped moving as I heard the footsteps coming closer.

"Britt?" The person called out. "I know your her little bitch" Lizzies voice called out.

I was frozen in my position listening to that horrible voice calling my name. I turned myself around and started crawling the other way, I would have gotten away if it wasn't for the cold blooded hand that wrapped its self around my ankle. I screamed on the top of my lungs scratching my nails against the tiled floor not getting anywhere.

"MAX!" I screamed as loud as I could "MAX HELP ME" I cried out.. Max was no where to be found, of course.

"That's right.... Keep screaming for help. I always liked that when killing somebody.. There screams just make me feel good inside" Lizzie turned me over and laughed in my face.

Her knees were pinning my arms back so that I couldn't swing at her. I looked up at the evil grin on Lizzie's face. The ugliest most horrifying face anyone could look at.. Now its going to be the last thing I'll ever see.

Lizzie dug into her pocket and brought out a long sharp army knife.

"PLEASE DONT!" I cried to lizzie knowing it wasn't going to do anything for me anyway. Lizzie pressed the knife up to my neck and drew it across without a cut. "Please, please, please!" I cried even harder.

"Keep crying!" Lizzie twirled the knife in her hand before gripping it with both hands.

She raised her arms up high above her head, while looking down at my crying helpless self. And before I could think of anything else... The knife started coming down towards my chest..

I screamed as loud as I possibly could crying.

"Britt... Britt... Brittney!"

I jolted up looking around to find Max sitting right in front of me. I screamed backing away.

"Max?"

"What the hell was that about?" He asked loudly.

"It was a dream..." I whispered to myself.

"It was a what?" Max asked confused.

"It was a dream... It was a dream... Just a dream..." I whispered to myself as I laid down on the cold floor.

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