Looking through the memories (egd fanfic)

Chapter 8;

I woke up and got ready in my usual 'not giving a shit' manor, ate my cereal and walked out the house wearing dark grey ripped jeans and my favourite band t-shirt. As I was walking down the the road, I put my earphones in, preparing myself for a horrible day. I couldn't see Ethan or Gray anywhere, to be honest that was a good thing because I didn't feel like talking to anyone.
I had a bad feeling in my stomach about going to school but i didn't know why, it just seemed that there was too much to worry about.
The bus came and I was still the only one at the bus stop, Ethan usually texted me if he wasn't taking the bus.
But I didn't wait and I just got on the bus as if nothing was different. It seemed like such a long bus ride to school. But despite the fact that I hadn't talked to anyone so far, I was still feeling unsociable.
I was planning on going to find my friends near the sports department, but as I was walking over there I started to dread the idea of it.
I decided to head for the toilets instead. I got to the toilets which were around the corner from where my friends were because it was the closest one. I sat down in the cubicle and pulled my phone.
All I could see was notifications of texts, dms and snapchats from Ethan.
"I'm not catching the bus this morning but I will wait for you just outside the school entrance❤️"~ iMessage.
"Hey I have been waiting for 15 minutes and I've seen the bus, where are you babe"~ voicemail.
"I was waiting for 25 minutes and I couldn't see you anywhere. If your at the gate call me and I will come and see you, or if you want we will be at phys ed ;)"~ Twitter dm.
This was only a quarter of the messages and half of them were sent from gray's phone.
I wonder why it was that necessary for him to come to meet me?
He was probably just trying to be a good boyfriend.
Once I had done looking through all of the messages from Ethan, I saw that there was only two minutes until the bell went for first period so I got up, swung my bag across my back and headed for the door.

I had only got halfway out of the door when a hand swung around my mouth enabling me to speak, I just muffled a scream into this persons hand, but it was useless. A second later two arms grabbed under mine picking me up. I tried screaming but before I knew it, I was blindfolded and my hands were tied behind my back.
I screamed again, but the persons hand was still across my face.
I would be surprised if the person even heard it.
Then I heard, "take her to the van, she will be easier to handle there", from an unfamiliar voice.
That was it.
People were starting to continuously punch me in different places, it hurt like hell.
I started kicking screaming as loud as I could, hoping someone could hear my fear.
"Oh Ava, no one cares about your screams, no one can hear you, don't worry though, you will be dead soon", whispered someone... But this someone sounded familiar.
It was Jack, my ex boyfriend.
I started hysterically crying, the tears wouldn't stop.
I knew the direction I heard Jack from, and I was put afraid to hurt him.
I kicked my left leg in the direction of Jack, it was a very mighty kick.
"Ughh", Jack grunted, and I heard what sounded like something hitting the floor, I hope it was him.

"AVA!" I heard shouting from the distance, "WAIT THREE SECONDS, THEY ARE FUCKING DEAD!".
It was Ethan, he found me. Fuck those guys saying no one cares.
I have Ethan.