The Survivors

Chapter 11

OLIVE'S POV

"Shh, in here." I followed him as we crept through the abandoned house. I was terrified. My heart was beating violently, and my hands were shaking. There was no escape. "Eric, please, let me go," I said quietly, trying to hold back tears, but it was no use. The traitors slid down my face, and he saw them. "Stop crying." I nodded and tried to stop but I was so scared. Who would save me now? It was too dark to see his face, but I could see the malicious glint in his eyes as he looked at me. "We're just gonna have a little fun, Olive. Loosen up, will ya?" And then he hit me.

I shot up out of the bed panting. Where had that even come from? That happened years ago. I was over it. I crept out of my room quietly when I heard laughter in the kitchen upstairs. When I walked through the doorway, I stopped in my tracks. No. It's not possible. He was dead. I had made sure of that. Yet, here he was, the man from my nightmares. Eric.

ASHTON'S POV

I woke up with a gun to my head. "Who are you, and why are you in my house?" I looked up slowly with my hands in the air, and saw a guy that looked about my age with dirty blonde hair and dull brown eyes. Shit. The owner of this amazing cabin was back. "I'm Ashton, and me and my friends were stopping here for the night. We didn't know anyone lived here, I swear," I told him slowly. My eyes widened. I needed to warn Olive. Maybe she and Patrick could get away if I distracted him. She only needed a few minutes, enough time to get away. But not with Patrick in her arms! "Shit," I muttered under my breath. The guy looked at me through narrowed eyes, then shrugged and offered his hand to me. "I'm Eric."

"Ashton." He smiled and walked out of the room, signaling for me to follow him. "You hungry?" he asked me. "Um, a little." I kept glancing towards the door, hoping to get away and warn Olive, but Eric just continued talking. I kept the conversation going and eventually relaxed. We were just joking around and laughing our asses off when Olive walked through the door cautiously. She looked at me, then gazed at Eric. I felt a pang of jealousy until her eyes widened in fear and the blood rushed from her face. "No," she whispered. I looked to Eric hoping for an explanation, only to see him looking shocked. "Olive?" he asked quietly. And with that, she bolted from the room. I chased after her and found her packing her stuff in her room. She began to lace her boots up and throw her long hair up into a ponytail, but I grabbed her arm to stop her. She yanked it away from me and glared at something behind me. I turned to see Eric looking furious. What is going on?!

OLIVE'S POV

I packed all of our things as fast as I could. I grabbed the little sleeping boy and dragged Ashton out by the shirt collar, while the entire time Eric was screaming at me to listen, that I didn't have to leave, that he'd changed. Hell, we'd all changed. But not all of us changed for the better. Look at Nikki for God's sake! Or Ashton's brother! I stormed out the door but Eric grabbed my arm. Hard. I winced but he didn't let go until Ashton ripped my arm away from his grip. "I don't know what is going on here, but if you ever touch her again, I will pummel your face into the ground. I'll punch you so fucking hard it'll feel like you kissed a freight train."

"Oh yeah? Keep on talking lover boy, and the next thing you know you'll be six feet under," Eric growled at him. I tried to pull Ashton away but he launched himself at Eric, and got in a lot of good hits before Eric managed to pop him one in the jaw that knocked him unconscious. I put Patrick down and told him to run, but he was too scared to move. Eric began to advance towards me but I stood my ground. Looking back, that was probably a pretty stupid move. Eric rolled his eyes at me when I put my hands into fists and prepared myself to fight him, as if I could. I never had been strong enough to face him. Not when he was beating me, not when he spit in my face, and not when he tried to kill me. That's why, when he came to get me, I somehow found myself letting him swing me over his shoulder.

ASHTON'S POV

God. My head is killing me. I could've sat there all day feeling bad for myself until I remembered the events that had occurred before my previous state of unconsciousness. "OLIVE! PATRICK!"

"Shut up will you?" I've never been so glad to hear someone's voice in my life, and I think I actually squealed with joy. Well, there goes my manhood. The snappy voice of Olive Kempton and the whimpers of Patrick brought my head out of the clouds immediately. "What happened?" I asked. "Well, your dumb ass got us locked in my abusive ex boyfriend's dungeon. So now, here we are, all chained up. But hey, at least we have each other right?" I detected a heavy amount of sarcasm in that last comment, so I ignored it. She was pissed. I dared a glance at her and took a double take. Her lower lip was split open and she had a black eye on her right eye. A long cut ran along her jawline and her clothes were ripped to the point that there was no reason they were still on. Ah, Ashton, mind out if the gutter. I locked eyes with her and she glared at me. "You got us into this you know," she said icily. Ooh, I was in deep. Heavy footsteps distracted us from our misery and a smiling Eric came down the stairs. I figured this was my chance to gain back her respect. "Let us go," I said pathetically. Great job. Note the sarcasm. He laughed at me, and walked over to Olive and grabbed her chin violently. She winced but kept her face emotionless, although I saw the pain in her eyes. I felt so helpless, there was not way to get any of us out. "How are you sweetie? God, it's just like old times, huh?" She made no move, but that seemed to anger him even more. He slapped her across the face, and her head snapped my way. Her eyes begged me to help her, and a tear escaped. My heart shattered. I pulled at the rusted chains, rattling them and using all my strength to rip them from the wall, but it was no use. I was stuck. "Stop! Let them go, please, take me instead," I screamed at the man now beating the beautiful girl senseless. Her long brown hair fell across her back in waves and her lean body was tense with pain. Olive's shoulders shook with sobs, and she was begging him to stop, but he never paused. When she quieted down and stop reacting to his abuse he moved on to me. I yanked at my restraints again, trying to hit him. "I'm going to make you watch as I slowly kill her, and then I'll kill the little boy, and then, once I'm done with you, you'll be begging me to kill you. You'll be wishing you never met her, that you never bothered to help this little whore," he whispered into my ear.

"Go to hell," I growled at him. He laughed and patted me on the shoulder. "See you there."

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-Bekah