Remember

[50]

"Someone! Please! Help me!" Brooklyn screamed, her throat going sore and her voice cracking. Either because her voice was going or because she was crying so hard that she couldn't control it.

She was in a cement room. Maybe a basement. All she knew, was that it was cold, and it smelled bad, and her blood had painted the floor greusomely.

She went to talk to Marcus.

That was the plan that she suggested to the boys, and after wanting to believe that Marcus wasn't apart of any of the shit that was Kyle, her ex-boyfriend, she was unfourtunatly proven wrong.

Upon arriving at Marcus' house, he let her in, was friendly for a while.

Until he saw that Brooklyn had seen the picture of him and Kyle up ontop of the fireplace mantle.

"So you're finished with the whole dumb blonde act, are you?"

Brooklyn whipped around to face him, trying to act clueless.

"Excuse me?" she tilted her head to the side, her heart beating a mile a minute as she watched him take steps towards her.

"Lights out, Brooky" and without warning, she was konked on the side of her head and she blacked out, falling into an unconsious heap onto the floor, where she was then dragged down to the basement.

But of course, she was unaware of her whereabouts.

She was banging agaisnt the only door in the room. The only light was flickering on and off every once in a while, and she wanted out of the room more than anything.

"Luke, where are you?" she asked herself, wanting so badly to be in his arms once again.

Brooklyn backed away from the door and bolted to the farthest corner in the room as she heard loud echoing footsteps descending towards her.

The door was flung open, it banging against the cement wall as a familiar face entered the room.

"Marcus," she breathed out, pretending to be happy to see him. She didn't want to believe that it was true. That he and Kyle were together in this mess.

But he knew that she knew about him. He had watched her, "You can cut the act. I know you know" he smirked, running a hand through his hair.

Her face visibly fell and she sniffed, "Why? What did I ever do to you?" she asked him, her voice cracking once more.

He tsked her, "Brooklyn, sweetheart, it's not what you did to me, it's what you did to my brother. We have eachothers backs. You hurt one of us, you hurt us both"

"Please let me go. I'm sorry" she apologized, but Marcus shook his head.

"I think it's about time you said hello to someone special" his smirk turned into a sadistic grin as another set of echoing footsteps decended from the stairs.

She knew who it was going to be, and she wanted so badly to not be shaking so hard at the moment. She couldn't help it.

She was so afraid of him.

"Hello there, kitten" Kyle stepped closer into the light so that it dimly lit up his face. Her breath caught in her throat.

He endured my silence for a couple seconds, "What, no greeting? Have you already forgotten how things work around here? It's only been two years" he cracked his knuckles as he took steps forward, intimidating her more until she coward as far as she could into the corner.