*In process of editing*
Megan's POV
The sun had started to set. The gang were gathered in the bushes, Me, Grayson and Ethan at the front.
We watched as the sun fell behind the house, casting a dark shadow. Grayson's plan was simple...
Get in.
Get Joseph.
Get out.
The one thing we had to do, was make sure we aren't seen. Mine and Grayson's faces were covered with a bandana, and our hoods were up. Grayson said he knows where Joseph will be, apparently he has his own room. I guess Shawn is more generous than Damien.
The sun had completely disappeared now. Me and Grayson were about to walk towards the house when a thought crossed my mind.
"Wait" I said as I put my arm in front of Grayson's chest, causing him to stop.
We have no idea what they have said or done to Joseph. What if he has said something about me? What if he has told them I'm alive?
Stop.
I need to stop overthinking.
"What?" Grayson asked, cautiously.
"Uh, n-nothing" I said as I removed my hand.
"Come on" I said as I stood up and started swiftly making my way towards the building.
Grayson led me around to the back of the house. He then pointed to a balcony, a tree placed perfectly next to it.
I climbed the tree and checked to see if there was anyone up there, luckily, there wasn't. Grayson then climbed the tree as well.
I picked the lock of the door that lead to the balcony, and we crept inside. There were no lights on.
Grayson lead me down the corridor, to what was meant to be Josephs room. So far we hadn't encountered anyone, which I thought was strange.
I tried pulling door handle, and it was unlocked.
What the fuck?
Why is the door unlocked?
I just looked up at Grayson with a confused face. He shrugged his shoulders and I then pulled the handle down.
I stopped when I heard a voice.
His voice.
They know we are here.
"If it isn't the one and only, Megan Parr." The sick man said. I slowly turned around, to be faced by Damien and Shawn.
About 20 men stood behind them, all armed with weapons.
This was it.
This was how I was going to die.
I looked at Grayson, fear was the only thing that showed in him.
I just pulled him towards me, wrapping my arms around his neck, his wrapping around my waist.
"I'm sorry" I said before I kissed him with my everything. We held onto each other for our lives, but were eventually pulled apart.
Neither of us said anything as we were dragged down the hallway.
A gun pointed to my head and a knife held under Grayson's throat.
There was no point fighting back, as there was no escaping it.
This was happening, whether we liked it or not.
The last thing I remembered was being thrown to the floor and beaten. I was then tied down as a needle with some sort of liquid was injected into my arm.
Everything then went black.
