Safe at Last--a HTGAWM fanfic

Safe at Last, Part 10

9:13 p.m.

"Oh my God.", Laurel uttered in shock. She was commenting on the bomb that was placed behind the furnace of Annalise Keating's home. The place of the woman who's caused them so much turmoil in the past 2 years. Now someone wanted them out of the equation permanently. I guess I know why she wanted us here, Laurel thought in disgust.

Laurel turned her attention back to Wes. The clock was literally ticking, and she had to get both of them out of here before it was too late. She tried her hardest to untie Wes' hands and ankles, but it was too much. Frank must've used dozens of layers of tape and rope.

"Shit!", Laurel exclaimed.

A half-delirious, but still very conscious Wes kept gesturing with his head. "What? What, baby?" Wes told her about a knife he was on the shelf. Laurel grabbed it and started cutting as gently as she could. Eventually, Wes' legs were freed. Then his hands. She started working on the restraints around his torso when they heard a noise. Gotta move, Laurel thought frantically as she finally loosened the tape.

Fortunately, Wes was able to stand on his own. But he had a bit of trouble walking straight because of the concussion. Laurel had to help steer him straight, but she was confident that they would make it out of the house. They reached the top of the stairs, when an unwelcome face greeted them....and he had an gun in his hand.

"Get back in the basement...now.", Frank threatened them.

Scared and physically hurt, Wes and Laurel did as they were told. Laurel couldn't believe that Frank was doing this to her. She thought Frank actually loved her. That she actually meant something to him. How wrong she was.

Laurel tripped over something as she and Wes went back into the basement. What are we gonna do?, Laurel thought in fear. She looked over to Wes. She could see that his pupils were dilated to the nth degree. She hadn't seen him in this state since Murder Night #1. He was extremely terrified, but so was she.

Frank pulled something that looked like rope out of an old moving box. With the gun, he forced Wes back into the same chair he was freed from just moments before. He tossed the rope at Laurel, and told her to tie Wes up again. TO show how serious he was, Frank put the gun under Laurel's chin. She was trying to escape.

"Think I'm playing?! Do it now!", Frank yelled at her

She tried to tie Wes up as loosely as she could, but it just infuriated Frank even more. He made her repeat it three times until he was satisfied. Laurel was breathing heavily, and her mouth was dry. She never thought any of this would happen. When she came here to Philadelphia, she expected law school to be challenging and hard. She expected the late nights of studying and no sleep. She had desperately hoped that her life would change. That she would change others' lives for the better.

Welp, that didn't happen, did it? Instead, Laurel became the accessory of a crime that shouldn't have been a crime. Every second of every day since that night, she wished that she had went to the police. She did, with Connor and Michaela. They wanted to pin the entire thing on Wes and Rebecca. Laurel couldn't let that happen. Part of her wishes she did, but what would happen to Wes? She had cringed at the thought of doing that to her friend. Plus, she had her own future to think about.

Neither she nor Wes expected their lives to head in this direction. They were horrible people, and now they were going to die like horrible people. Bloodied, bruised, broken. ALone.

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9:19 p.m.