I'm not afraid of death; I just don't want to be there when it happens.
So do you know what you have to do?" He asked in a stern voice. "Yes" I said rolling my eyes and then I ended the phone call. I wanted to do this, she's a cold hearted bitch who deserves death. I admired his way of dealing things, even if if had to be dealt with murder.
I walked to her house and knocked on the door. When the door opened there stood a woman in her mid forties with red eyes due to her crying over her pathetic and stupid daughter and a man behind her "Yes" she said politely.
"I know what happened to Valencia Mzaes" I said.
She instructed me to come in.
As I walked in I admired the way their house was structured and how it was colour coordinated. The woman showed me the living room and I sat on the sofa.
I started to cry, this is what I had been practising for the last 2 months.I then started describing what occurred on November 1st. "I was walking far behind her, when I saw the boys approach her.
I thought it was because they wanted her phone number or something so I minded my own business. She argued with them and fought with them, but she ran away" I lied.
I stopped and sobbed and then continued "She wasn't kidnapped, she's a runaway child. I witnessed her run away from them and I didn't see them run after her" I lied. Her mother nodded and started crying again. I tried my hardest to make sure a smirk didn't appear on my face.
This was all going to plan😂.
Call me evil, but the fact they actually believed me was hilarious.
"I tried to run after her, I did" I spoke making my voice break, I covered my face with my hands hiding the smirk that had now appeared on my face.
They were actually falling for this😂.
"As soon as I saw her face on the news, I immediately knew it was her, and I thought her parents would deserve to know the actual truth. I witnessed everything she is not kidnapped" I said assuring them.
I then got up and gave a little smile of sympathy and walked out of the door.
I then immediately called him. "Yes" he said his deep voice sending chills down my spine, his deep voice was clearly to die for. "It's done" I replied dying of laughing and drying my tears from the sobbing. "Well done ______" he said. "It's alright _______ you know already that I'd do anything for you" I confirmed.
"I know" he spoke "You ready for the next part of the plan?" He asked "Obviously" I replied then cutting the phone off.
Demaine's POV
As I left the room, I went to my room and contemplated on what me and Valencia was going to do,for me to fully apologise for stabbing her in her arm.
"Valencia" I shouted "yes" she said walking into my room. "I've decided we can go clubbing" I said "Am I not kidnapped though, aren't you afraid I'll go to the toilet and run away or tell someone that you kidnapped me?" She questioned.
I smirked, "I'm not dumb" I got off my bed and looked under my bed looking for my green box. She raised her eyebrows when she saw it. "What's that?" She asked. I ignored her question and instructed her to come and sit on the bed and obviously she obeyed.
She sat down, I pulled up her leggings which then uncovered her leg and opened the green box and took out the tracking device and clipped it onto her leg.
"Forreal?" She asked in denial. I nodded "it's waterproof and only I can de activate it. I can track you no matter where you are" I spoke and smirked at her, she nodded and raised her eyebrows.
"We're gonna leave at 8pm" I instructed and she got up.
Valencia POV
As I got up I realised something "Hold up I'm 16 and you're 17, no way are they gonna allow us to go in a night club" I spoke. "I've got some connections it will be fine" he reassured me, I then left his bedroom and walked back to my room.
**A few hours later**
It was 8pm and I had got dressed in one of my outfits that they packed in my suitcase. I wore my black crop top, black hoodie and my black pencil skirt and purple dolly shoes.
I put my hair in a bun and added some Bobby pins so no hair wouldn't go AWOL. I added light purple eyeshadow and nude lipstick. I added a little bit of foundation.
I'm just content that they brought my makeup bag😂.When I had finished I made my way to the living room. I saw Lucas and he pulled me into a hug. "My girl looks beautiful" he spoke.
"My girl as well" I rolled my eyes and smiled at him. "you're so peng uno😂" he said. "stop flirting with me" I said in a jokey way. He laughed and rubbed the back of his head awkwardly and then started walking out "where are you going?" I asked.
He turned around swiftly "I've got a job to handle but I'll see you tomorrow or something". He said and smiled. I returned the smile and went to Demaines room. I knocked and he shouted "come in" I walked in and I saw him brushing his Afro. "You're such a copycat" I screwed him because he copied the colours that I was currently wearing and he started laughing.He was wearing a black shirt, his jeans were black and his Jordan's were black and white with a little part of purple.
***A few hours later***
Demaine was so drunk and I can actually admit I was having a good time. Some people eyed the tracking device on my leg it was like some big gadget on my leg. But no one really cared.
We was currently dancing when Demaine stopped and blurted "I didn't hit you because I was angry it's because I was told to" he stuttered,my heart started racing.
I stopped dancing and gave him my full attention "what" I spoke "I was told to" he repeated. "By who?" I questioned him, instantly feeling nervous and petrified. "Him" Demaine pointed at...
.........thin air. I bursted out laughing at his stupidity but couldn't shake the feeling of being watched. I looked around and my eyes connected with Lucas.
Demaine couldn't have been talking about Lucas, could he?
I grinned at Lucas, he gave me a head nod and then pulled out his phone and starting typing furiously.
What was he even doing here, I thought he proclaimed he had a job to do?
Her Only Fear
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