My Adopted Family.

My Adopted Family *Chapter Eight- I Never Said That.

I never have long chapters for this book, but I thought it should end here. :)

It's almost done!

My book is almost done!

I'm so happy, but what do you think will happen next?

I can't wait to write the next chapter !!

But no, no sequel, sorry!

Just think it will end perfectly where I want it to (:

Anyways, do the drill and make me happy. :)

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~Sara <33

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My Adopted Family *Chapter eight... I never said that.

Chelsea's POV

I could already tell, we're screwed.

This night is bad for me, but I bet it was terrible for Natasha.

She just realized her father died today, and now some dude has a gun and pointing it at us.

Where's Justin?

Asshole didn't even bother caring about his brothers or his pretend girlfriend slash wife.

What kind of a husband is he?!

A terrible kind!

I guess I'll have to save myself and the others.

Is this the end? Will we all die like this?

Hmm, I need some kind of way to get out of these ropes and this tape on my mouth tastes gross!

I was shifting uncomfortly in my chair.

"Stop moving!" The man demanded.

I rolled my eyes.

He  was cursing a lot, but I decided to ignore him.

I felt a little pain in my finger. I looked down and saw my nail dug into my finger.

Yes!

I twisted and tried to cut the rope open with my thumb. Yes, it did hurt but I had to do it. I got it after a while but I realized I broke my nail. Ugh!

I tried my best not to let the creepy dude with a gun see that I got the rope open.

He placed the gun on a table just out of my reach, still continuing on cursing us. What's this dude's problem?

Great.

He turned his back to Natasha and I, and started yelling at Brandon and Luke.

I quickly snatched the gun and pointed it towards him.

He turned around after a bit and widened his eyes and put his arms up in surrender.

"What the hell are you doing?!" He yelled.

I took the tape off of my mouth. "I don't know, probably go pick some flowers out of my neighbours' garden," I said sarcastically. "What the hell do you think I'm going to do?!"

He rolled his eyes. The door smashed open and in came Justin with a gun and a knife.

"Chelsea, untie them but keep an eye on your gun," Justin instructed as he gave me a knife but kept his gun facing the man's direction.