A/N: I want to dedicate this chapter to @societykilledme2002 , it's nice to have support, I love when you guys comment! From now on commenters get shout outs :)! Okay back to the story, here we goooooo!
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Michaels eyes lit up as the name slowly rolled off his tongue.
"M-Mya?" Her dark brown hair flipped across her shoulder as she turned to lock her hazel eyes with his green ones. She wore plain black skinny jeans and a red leather jacket, with black heels. She looked like quite the man eater to me.
"Miss me?" I could see by analyzing his expression he was trying to wrap his mouth around the right words to string together into the correct questions but all that emerged was alphabet soup, letters blending together in incoherent stutters.
"How, Wh-why, you died...?" An eerily slow kind of silence creeped over the room as Ashton and Mya exchanged quiet glances.
"Surprise." The light in Michaels eyes faded to reveal, an unnerving mixture of anger, hatred and fear.
"What the fuck!? You said you loved me! I went to your funeral, I mourned with your mother for Gods sake! Someone tell me what the fuck is going on and tell me now!" I could hear the unforgettable sound of his sanity slipping through the cracks of his fingers, the way ice cream melts off the cone and through your hands on a hot summer day. This however was a lot less sweet. His screams pierced my eardrums at rapid paces, making me feel the hate hovering over the room. One look from Mya was all it took for Ashton to calmly pull out a gun and point it at the back of Michaels head.
"Aw look at you, after all these years you're still obsessed with me, huh lover boy?" I had never seen him so terrified. I could see his body quivering. He opened his mouth to speak but was quickly cut off. "If you'd prefer not to get your brains blown out, I suggest you don't talk." His mouth immediately shut. She waltzed away from him denying him the answers he so desperately yearned for. She bent down picking up my chair and placing it upwards, despite it being covered in blood. "I don't believe we've ever formally met, I'm the girl Michael is still helplessly in love with and you're his new street walker side piece, right?" My blood boiled at the sound of her chirpy, bitchy voice.
"He loved you, He fucking loved you, and you went and faked your own death, how do you live with yourself you rancid tramp." She smiled.
"I suppose I have some explaining to do, yeah?"
"Yeah no fuck." If I was able to at the current moment I would've engaged this hussy in a fist fight.
"It all started in 2011 when Michael and I met in year 10. He was so convinced it was love, I however had other speculations. You see I'm not exactly capable of feeling love.... At least not for someone like Michael; annoying, loud, not that attractive, but the one good thing about him is he's loyal as fuck. I had a bit of a habit, some would call it an addiction. To drugs. Vague, yes I know, but I'd take whatever I could get may hands on. My dealer was a good friend of Ashtons, and Ashton was friends with this little gang. I talked to Ashton through Michael, and it got to the point that he fell for me. He'd do anything for me, right baby?" Ashton nodded, slowly, emotionlessly, almost painfully. She continued on. "Including starting to transport drugs with Calum. And silly, silly little Calum... He was just in it for the thrill. Well that and Misty.. My 'bestfriend'. What a sweet heart, two love bugs, huh? Well Calum pulled Michael into it, and soon enough I was getting thousands of dollars from selling. I should've known that sooner or later there would be a problem. Michael went and opened his big fat mouth and my world shattered. People were after me. After Ashton. So we thought it would be best if we fell off the face of the earth. He told Calum he killed me, Calum told Michael he killed me and Ashton was missing. So Cal took jail time and Ashton and I ran away together. Everyone thought I was dead. And Calum thought Ashton was in charge. But I still want Michael to pay. And now he will." I felt myself being untied and picked up, just to look over and see the exact same thing happening to Luke.
"What the fuck are you doing!? Put me down!"
"Don't yell or we'll shoot you." Lukes eyes pleaded me to stop so I did. I gave up and let these punks hold me up, doing nothing to stop them. I felt a gun being pressed against my back. My heart climbed into my throat. I couldn't breath. "Okay Michael, you're about to make a huge decision." Michaels eyes widened at what was before him.
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My heart ached. My blood boiled and my throat was bone dry. I wanted to scream but it would start a riot. I shouldn't have fallen for her. I shouldn't have let her trust me, I should've pushed her away, but here we are. And I knew what was coming.
"There are two people you love here Michael. Your best friend from high school, or the slut you picked up to get over me. Choose which one lives and which one dies. " Oh God. I was on the verge of a panic attack. I swallowed hard and glanced at Calum as he shouted.
"You sick fucking bitch, how dare you do this to him!? He loves them!" Mya gave Ashton a look and he shot three times. Once above Calums head, once off to his side and once straight in his leg. He screamed in pain and Misty shrieked. I looked away as tears blurred my vision.
"Aw he's crying... Don't worry, I'm not a total cold hearted bitch you can have time to talk it over... You have two minutes starting now." My heart was racing as I looked between Luke and Paisley, tears streaming down both of their faces. They looked so scared. Neither one spoke for a solid thirty seconds. Lukes eyes met mine quickly.
"Save her." My eyes widened. He wanted me to let him die. I couldn't let that happen, I didn't want either of them to die. Paisleys bravery quivered as she broke into sobs.
"I-I don't want Luke to die, p-please, kill m-me, k-kill me!" I couldn't kill her, it hurt me enough to see her so weak. Luke stayed as calm as possible looking at Paisley.
"I-Its okay Paisley, you're gonna get out of here alive, I won't let y-you die, I-I want to repay you. For all the times you saved me from those assholes in class.." This only made her sob more.
"N-No! I can't let th-that happen, please just l-let me die!"
"That's enough!" Mya shouted over the madness. "What'll it be Michael?" It took me less than two seconds to make my decision.
"Shoot me."
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A/N: Oh my god I'm so sorry this was supposed to be up like a week ago I don't know what happened but WTF Mya is alive!? Complicated plot whoops. Hope you enjoyed this, comment for a shout out and don't forget to vote, thanks guys I love you
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