Kidnapped by the emo trinity [complete]

Chapter teen

My heart stopped in my chest. Only a month ago I would have killed to hear those words, now I wasn't so sure.

I stood, gripping the hem of my shirt with sweaty palms. "What?"

"You can't tell any of the others, they'd be furious." Pete rushed to say, getting to his feet. "But if we escaped in the night, they'd never have to know. We can be far away from them before the sun even rises." he said, staring at me with those warm brown eyes. He was an entirely different person from a moment ago.

I couldn't hold his gaze.

"I'm sorry Pete, but I don't feel the same way." I said.

He turned away from me, looking to the wall with a hurt expression. I hoped he wouldn't get angry.

"I understand. Go to your room, I need to be alone."

"Pete-"

"I said leave!" he shouted. This time I didn't hesitate, I ran to the door and right out of the room

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Tears brimmed in my eyes as I made my way down the hall, a billion thoughts streaming through my head.

"Hey" a familiar voice spoke. I turned around to see Brendon, eyebrows drawn in concern. "Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm fine" I said, forcing a smile though I could feel tears on my cheeks.

"No you aren't, what's wrong?"

Without thinking I stepped forward, letting Brendon embrace me in a hug. Tears fell from my face, confusion swarming my mind.

He smells nice. I thought in the back of my head. No. He'd kidnapped me. Him and Pete and all the others. They were my enemy.

I shoved Brendon off of me and raced back to my room, feet slapping against the cold floor. Why was this happening?

Slamming the door behind me, I sank to the ground, my dark hair falling around my shaking shoulders. I don't know how much time passed, but when I lifted my head again the room was dark, moon replacing the sun in the sky.

"But if we escaped in the night, they'd never have to know"

That's what Pete had said. I jumped to my feet, brushing my hair from my face and rushing to the window. Naturally, it was locked, but I didn't need to open it to get a view outside.

It was probably about a twenty foot drop, but there were bushes lining the walls that I could land in. Worst case scenario, I'd break my legs, but that was better than being stuck with them.

I ran to the chair at my desk, wrapping my hands around the splintered wood and lifting it above my head. Doubt spiked my mind for a moment but I pushed it away. If I was going to do this, I couldn't hesitate.

Adrenaline rushed through my veins and I slammed the chair into the window, cracks spidering through the glass on contact. I yanked the chair back and hit it again, the window giving way and shattering into pieces.

Escape was all that was in my head.

I stepped onto the windowsill, glass crunching beneath my black converse. Without a second thought, I jumped, only air beneath me now.

Butterflies filled my stomach as I fell, air snatched from my lungs.

What am I doing? Panic suddenly flooded me, but it was too late to feed that fire. Branches scratched my arms and face and snagged my clothes and any fear was replaced with pain.