Target(H2OVanoss)

Part 79 - One move

Seriously thank you for the last comments, they were amazing ❤️. And we're back with Craig. Enjoy ^.^
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(Craig POV)
Even my every smallest part of the body hurt. Sitting on the chair for long hours, trying to sleep there, was killing me. I wanted to cry again, but there were no tears left. I was hungry, thirsty, and the most terrifying part was that I had no idea where Mark or Jack was.

The door opened, revealing Mark with a phone on his ear. I tensed myself up.

"Talk," Mark said, setting someone on the speaker.

"Craig? Craig!" Evan shouted desperately.

"Evan? Evan, please... fucking hell get me out of here, please. Get... get... get me out. I don't want to die, I don't-" I shouted back with sobs.

Hearing his voice was like a light in the darkness, like a hope in this miserable place, like a certainty. I knew this meant he was looking for me.

"That's enough!" Mark jumped into my speech, turning himself and leaving the room.

"Looking forward." And with those words he left me alone.

And then silence. I tried to listen any small sounds but nothing was heard. Then the door opened and Jack came in. I could sense the anger inside him.

"Hungry?" He asked me, throwing the bread on the ground to my feet.

My stomach growled in respond and I felt new tears filling my eyes. I just wanted to end this. There was no way, Tyler would come for me.

"Ya are such a cry baby, Thompson."

"He... he-he is not coming for me," I whispered the painful truth along with loud sobs.

"Huh?"

"D-Delirious... he's not... he's not coming," I started again.

I'm sorry Evan.

"You can just kill me," I whispered.

"What? Surely he's. I saw ya two that day ya killed Ryan. He cares about ya... and that's our chance."

He never really cared. He was just using me this time whole time. I can't believe I was that stupid.

"I'm taking care of him." We both heard Mark's voice.

Jack turned himself to face Mark, and I let the tears fall down. I was completely done for. Even if Evan would really somehow convince Tyler to rescue me there was no certainty about my life. I knew it from the every action movie, or horrors. 

"Why? He's alright," Jack commented, his voice full of poison.

"Just leave, Jack. Or you wanna join us?" Mark played with a smirk, looking behind Jack at me.

"Ya are such a piece of shite, Fischbach," Jack mumbled, leaving the room.

"You said another words many times before."

Once the door shut, Mark walked towards me. He hunkered down to my level, finding the support on my tights.

"What do you want, Mark?" I asked, blinking to get rid of the tears.

"What do you think I want?" He replied, putting his hands on my inner tights.

"Stop," I whispered.

"Why should I?" He replied.

"Because... I hate you!" I continue in whisper.

"Now, now, Thompson... I know what you love. Here, take a bite."

He picked up the bread from the ground, tore it to little pieces and held one of the small pieces in front of my face.

"Open your mouth," he commanded softly.

I pressed my lips together, even thought I was hungry as hell, and I shook my head in disagreement.

"I just want you to eat something. You can't be so weak. You wanna have fun too, don't you?"

He suddenly grabbed my lower jaw, making me gasp in surprise. At that moment he shoved the piece into my mouth. I choke on it, coughing just to get it out.

"Let me be! Just let me go, I'll do anything! Please! Mark, please I beg you... let me go," I begged desperately, refusing to repeat the same things he and Jack did to me.

The door opened like a salvation, revealing Jack again.

"Ya hurt my feelings! Ya pickin' this douchbag over me?"

Mark sighed, and I looked over to Jack. He seemed a bit different, something in his eyes, his voice sounded different.

"Anti's out," Mark whispered annoyed, then mumbled some words under his nose, standing up.

"Why don't ya love me?" Jack whined.

I was so confused over this show, and yet I found it perfectly timed. It gave me time without Mark.

"Go back to the most distant corner of Jack's brain and stay there, as a good dog you're," Mark said to Jack completely normal, walking out of the room.

What's going on in here?

"Wait up!" Jack shouted, running after Mark.

I spat out the last pieces of the bread, feeling new tears streaming down.

Only if I had something to kill myself with. I can't, and I won't, last any longer. Evan I'm so sorry but I just can't. I know you will understand one day. I'm not like you. You're strong, you can take care of yourself, you're popular, outgoing. And me? Look at me? Weaker with the most fucked up personality, cry baby, who fell in love with someone who hurt you. Tyler. I want to hate you, I want to hate you so damn much, but I can't. Even after what you did, I can't hate you.

I looked around myself. There were dozens of things, which reminded me of a basement.

Ok, I need to get to the chainsaw.

I used my feet to moved myself on the chair closer to the object, making loud noise. I stopped with everything, listening for any signs of their footsteps. After a few more seconds I repeated moving closer to the chainsaw.

Just a few more tries, I can do this! It will be quick, just one move and I can kill myself. One fucking move.