You Can't Make Me

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Travis'  P.O.V.

"Katelynnnnnnnnnn." A creepy voice said, echoing through the halls.

"No..." Katelyn whimpered, pushing her face against me.

I shifted so that I could put her behind me, if someone opened the door they would get me first.

"Don't worry." I said kissing her forehead, "I don't care if you don't really like me, I really like you."

The voice got louder, "Katelyn! Come here! You're still mine!"

Katelyn's door swung open.

"THE HELL ARE YOU?!" The man screamed, he was pissed.

She scrunched up her nose to keep from crying.

"You know I still have some pictures... It would be a shame if your poor family saw them. If they knew what you did during highschool... You're family adored me, they said I was good for you..." The man chuckled, "just remember that time you tried to hurt me? Remember how you got beat up by those boys and I helped you. How I took you home and boy oh boy, did I have fun that night... As of you, you still owe me an apology."

It went quiet.

"Boo." The man threw open the closet door.

He had black hair, he looked like some type of man-boy.

"Shit, where is she?" He asked me, "oh, there's my little model." He saw her.

"Back off." I then grabbed Katelyn.

"Oh really, I don't want to hurt her... I just want her to finish her job." He smiled.

"Go away, Mark." Katelyn said, fighting back tears.

"Don't you mean Master?" The man said laughing.

"I TOLD YOU I JUST NEEDED THE MONEY!" She screamed.

"And that's what you took, all of my money." He said loudly.

"Get the hell out of here." I said.

"Make me." He laughed, I grabbed the gun.

"The hell?" He backed off.

"Get. Out." I demanded.

"How about no?" He asked lunging forward. I pulled the trigger.

"Travis..." Katelyn said shocked.

"Call the police. Get an ambulance." I said, grabbing her and running.