~1 week later~
Phil hands me a small gun, and I tuck it into my belt. “You remember what to do, right?” I nod, letting him hand me a map. He can’t really say much, because we haven’t figured out how to disable the microphone.
I grab my phone and dial Aaron’s number. “I’m ready. Meet me out front in five. Yes, I’ll be alone.” I hang up and head downstairs, but not before giving Phil a quick kiss. “Thank you, Phil. And by the way, in case something else happens again...” I take a deep breath. “I would have said yes.”
When I get downstairs and into the street, Aaron grabs my hand and pulls me into a taxi. I look in the front seat and see that Dan is driving. “Ashley.” He looks exhausted. “Great to see you again.”
“I wish I could say the same.” I say it bitterly, but Dan knows I don’t mean it like that. He’s in on the plan. I turn to Aaron. “You promise Phil will be fine, right?”
“Bitch, we made a deal. If I get to keep fucking you, your fag can live.” I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“Fine.”
The whole ride back to Aaron’s dingy apartment, he rubs my leg. I want to pull away from him, but I can’t risk blowing the plan. ‘Just knock him out and call the police. That’s all you have to do. Just knock him out.’ I repeat simple instructions to myself, but they don’t make me feel any better.
Once we get into the place, Aaron knocks me onto the bed. “Dan, stand outside and watch the door. I’ve got some business to take care of.” Dan listens, sulking outside. As Aaron digs around in the medicine cabinet, I hear a soft click - Dan locking the door. Phase One of our plan.
“No drugs.” Aaron snorts, but closes the cabinet. Instead he walks over to the closet and pulls out a knife.
“Then I hope you LIKE the feel of cut flesh.”
“I do. Haven’t you noticed?” Aaron lays on top of me, slowly removing my layers, and I try to distract him.
“What are you talking about?” He doesn’t stop.
“My self harm. It was just a fetish, didn’t you know that?” He kisses me, and I throw up in my mouth. He tastes like tobacco and body odor.
“Well then this should be fun.” He manages to get my shirt off, and I struggle under his weight. He takes the knife and slowly cuts a line down my face.
“STOP! I lied!”
“I’m not an idiot.” I continue to struggle, and he continues to cut along my stomach and face. “Wait. I don’t want you to get pregnant.” He starts to slide my pants off, still holding the knife tightly.
“NO!” I scream, grabbing the gun from my belt and pushing Aaron down in his brief moment of shock. I place my foot firmly on his chest, holding the gun in place inches from his forehead. “I’M DONE WITH YOU RUNNING MY DAMN LIFE. I CAN’T LET YOU GET AWAY AGAIN. I COULD HAVE KILLED YOU THOUSANDS OF TIMES, BUT DIDN’T. If you think you’re fighting your way back into my life again, you’re sadly mistaken.”
A sly smile crosses his face. “You’re bluffing.”
“Try me,” I growl through clenched teeth. I place my finger on the trigger. There is a brief moment where i see true terror in Aaron’s eyes, and then the carpet is covered in blood.
My hands are still white knuckled around the gun when Dan unlocks the door and walks in. His face goes pale when he sees, and he is speechless.
“I’ll see you in a few years.” I get dizzy all of the sudden, passing out beside Aaron.
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Love Is A Roller Coaster (An AmazingPhil/Fantastic Foursome Story)
FanfictionLove has it's ups and downs, even if you think you found the perfect person to be with... *Warning* May be slight triggering, swearing, and sexual reference. *Updates will be posted whenever I have time, and will most likely be short. I'll try my be...
