Second Chances

Chapter 20

*GEORGE'S P.O.V*

As I neared the park, it was starting to go grey. Clouds layering the sun, blocking out most of the light.

Just the feel of it, the cold air blowing over my face, leaves rattling endlessly as the sky got greyer and greyer.. It was like the world knew something was going to happen.

And, if that wasn't enough to keep my hope, I entered an empty park.

"You're having a fucking laugh.." I mumbled, looking around for Ben or anybody else.

If it wasn't bad enough that they had her, they had her and I couldn't see what they were doing to her. Countless brutal images flipped in my mind as my feet sliced through the sand.

Suddenly, I heard the sound of rustling in the bushes behind me, turning round abruptly.

"Ben?" I stiffed, keeping still as I eyed the moving twigs.

Sam, the snake - like boy, stepped out with a huge smirk on his face.

I raised my eyebrow, hearing footsteps behind me, turning round to look at Brad. Too close to me for comfort.

Matt showed himself from across the park, heaving his muscular weight over the fence and walking over.

"What's going on?" I snapped, looking at the three of them as Sam walked to join.

"You could say this is a sort of.. Meeting" A voice came from behind me.

I spun my head before narrowing my eyes. Ben was stood there with the smuggest smirk I've ever seen. But, what caught my attention most was Jenna. She was being held behind him by a boy I didn't recognise.

Tears were stained to her cheeks with more flowing from her eyes, her lip had the remains of dry blood stuck to the corner.

My eyes moved from her to Ben, turning to marble as they looked at his stupid little face. "What the fuck do you want?!"

He rolled his eyes, stepping forward. "We want to start this."

I scoffed, "Start what?"

"This.." He smirked before looking round at the boy who was holding Jenna tight.

I watched painfully before my eyes grew wide. He pulled out a gun. Placing it to her temple he chuckled before Ben nodded, looking back at me.

I kept my eyes on them before pulling the gun out my back pocket slowly, pointing it to Ben. "Let. Her. Go."

He just laughed, looked at the barrel of the gun and laughed.

"This is what I'm talking about! This fued.. Exciting isn't it?" He chirped, mocking my threat.

"Ben, don't fucking try me. Let Jenna go!" I warned, looking at her through the corner of my eye.

"You played us, Shelley." Brad piped up, turning to him but instead being met by the barrel of a gun inches away from my face.

"Now, we're all fighting back.." Sam spoke, the point of a knife being poked into my side.

"Lower the weapon.." Matt's deep voice hissed from behind me. I didn't even bother to turn at him.

This was a fight I knew I couldn't win. They had both me and Jenna at gun point, whatever these maniacs wanted, it would be stupid to retaliate right now.

I lowered my arm, moving carefully and putting the gun lowly into my pocket.

"That's better," Ben smiled, "Thank you, George."