Chris 's POV
I got the text from Pj but I can't do it again. I've gone insane from all of the stuff we've been doing. We've brought so much pain to others.
No.
I'm not going.
I won't do it again.
Pj always gets texts back immediately but this time I wont.
Dan and phil can do it if they like, but I don't see why they would like it. Why did we do it in the first place at all?
Pj realized.
Oh shit.
I should've texted him back, there is no knowing what might happen next.
I'm coming over.
SHIT.
What the hell am I going to do?
I got up and put on my coat and shoes and grabbed my keys. While running outside I saw that Pj was already here and he was in the parking lot. I kept running until I got to the fence that seperate the apartments from the road and was about to climb over when Pj grabbed my hair and pulled me to the ground.
"There's no going back from what we do! You are going to do it even if I have to drag your sorry ass with me!" Pj yelled in my face.
I've never seen him so angry. Wait, no. I have. It was when we....
"I don't want to, they don't deserve it!" I spat back at him.
He kneed me in the balls and I screamed out in pain. Then he grabbed my throat and squeezed.
"I'm not letting go until you agree to go along with what you promised in the beginning" he said.
I was squirming around trying to get out of his grip, but it was no use. He was stronger. By this point I was struggling more than I've ever felt before. Now I know what those people went through. They had it worse though....
I nodded and he let go. I coughed and breathed heavily for air. He lofted me up and brought me back to my flat. He packed my back for me and I grabbed my tools, though hopefully I wouldn't need them.
We left about thirty minutes later and drove to our warehouse where we will be meeting with Dan and Phil.
What the hell did I get myself into?
