This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Regretful-4

««the next day»»
-Jake's POV-
"Jake!!" Evelyn screamed at me and I jumped. The boy.....Niall....looked at me with wide eyes. Scared ones.
"Yeah?" I yelled back, handing him water. He looked at me suspiciously before reaching out to grab it. His hands were shaking so hard, he almost spilled it all over the floor. He rose the glass to his lips shakily and hesitantly took a sip, thinking it would be salt water again. He soon gulped it, realizing I managed to get him real water.
"Is he awake?" She shouted. I looked back at Niall, who had drained the glass of water and was starting in on the second one I had snuck him.
"Ummm........no." I answered and Niall looked up, confused, his eyebrows pushed together.
"Dear Lord!! How long has he been passed out!?" She yelled and I shuddered. I heard her high heels clicking on the cement and my eyes widened.
"Niall!! Pretend you're still passed out!!" I hissed at him through a whisper. He dropped his cup to the ground, making a clatter. The sound of her heels can closer and my heart started pounding.
"Why?" He asked, his face masked with confusion.
"Just do it!!" I hissed between my teeth. I grabbed the glass out of his hands quickly and threw it in the next room, out of sight.
"But-" Niall started and I shoved my hand over his mouth roughly and grabbed his shirt in my fist, pulling him up by his shirt. He was too weak to fight me.
"Do it if you want to live. Do it if you want her to live." I threatened, close to his face. His eyes were scared and wide. I rose my eyebrows and slowly took my hand off his mouth.
He slumped to the floor, looking as if he was still passed out. Evelyn came through the door quickly, her blonde hair flowing out behind her. My shoulders shrunk into themselves with fear.
"What the hell? What's wrong with him?" She spat, bending down to grab Niall's head in her hands. Her long, fake nails grazed his cheek and I shuddered at the thought.
"Maybe.....if didn't make me beat him senseless and you didn't rape him all day....then he wouldn't be dying......." I mumbled to myself. She looked back at me and growled.
"What did you say?" She said, her voice rising.
"N....nothing." I stammered. She walked up to me, standing in front of me. We're about the same height when she's wearing those heels, even though I'm definitely taller than her. She slapped me, hard, straight across the cheek. I closed my eyes at the pain, but didn't flinch. I was too used to it for that.
"Now.......I'm going to ask you again...." she said sweetly, but I saw past it. I saw past it all. How could I have ever thought it was good to help her? I must've been out of mind. Only hoped God would forgive me. "What did you say?" She asked, practically feeding me the words.
"I told you. Nothing." I spat, getting a bit braver. This time, she slapped me harder and slapped me again, making my nose bleed. I felt the blood trickle from my nose and I pinched it shut, making the blood stop.
"You're an asshole Jake. I could kill you. Right. Now." She snarled and I gulped. I heard a whimper from behind me, which came out of Niall. I prayed he would stay quiet, because, once he's awake, then that's the end. I'm done. I'm dead for lying. Not that I wasn't already dead before.
"Do it. No one else will help you. You already killed John. No one's left." I spat, trying not to slap her. She laughed a high pitched, annoying laugh, which made me want to slam her blonde head against a wall. Oh how the cracking of her skull against that wall would give me such pleasure. After everything she's done? It wouldn't be murder.
"You underestimate me Jake. I still have your girlfriend. and.......someone else." She trailed and I gulped, snapped out of my murderous thoughts. Only now is it that I realize how this sounds......perhaps we're all a bit broken.
"No....you....you let her go. You said...." I stammered and someone appeared behind her. I clenched my fists at my sides as I saw it was Trey.
"No.......I said........she wasn't needed as of right now. I never said she was off the hook." She replied and I clenched my jaw tightly, holding my fists to my sides, trying to contain my anger.
"What did you do to her?!" I demanded, glancing at Trey, who was smirking at me as if this were all a joke. She smiled, showing her abnormally white teeth.
"Oh honey....nothing....yet. But remember.....if you mess up....or try something.....like try to escape..... perhaps. Then I promise you, she, as well as you, will suffer the consequences. And I can also promise you, they won't be light ones." She finished and I tried to stifle the flow of blood, pouring out of my lip and my nose.
"Let her go!!" I screamed at them. "Let them all go!!" I said loudly. Evelyn chuckled and shook her head.
"Oh Jake. You know revenge is a dish best served....ice cold." Evelyn cooed. I felt my stomach lurch and I felt like I was going to vomit, right then and there. Although I forced it down, I couldn't shake the odd feeling in my stomach. Trey looked at me and smirked, then looked down at Niall.
"So...this is who Mackenzie's been banging? Cute." Trey said and my heart pounded. I couldn't help thinking about how he used to be before. He used to be my best friend. Used to. He's turned into a real psychopath. A creeper. Stalker. Killer.
I remember him when we were freshman in high school....He was so.....ready. Ready for the world. Ready for college as a freshman. So mature. So.....nice. So popular. I only wonder what happened to us all.
Trey knelt down next to Niall and I gulped. Don't open your eyes Niall. Don't. Trey's fingers grazed Niall's wound on his knee and I gasped as Trey pressed down on it. Niall's face faltered from the pain, but he remained still. Trey sighed and stood up again and turned and walked out the door abruptly, without a word.
I heard Niall groan and Evelyn looked at him. She glared at me again, sizing me up. She kicked me in the place where the sun doesn't shine a nd I groaned, bending over in pain.
"And.....as for you..." she said, walking next to Niall. He stayed still. She knelt down next to him. She sat...staring at him....for a long time. The room was silent.
She looked to me, glaring. "Get me some water." She ordered. I got up off the ground and disappeared into the next room. I filled a glass with room temperature water from the faucet. I saw a cloth on the floor and picked it up, soaked it in water and held it against my lip and my nose. The cloth smelled horrendous, but it was enough to stop me from bleeding out.
I carried the water out of the room and handed it to her.
Please Niall. Please don't flinch. I silently pleaded, praying he wouldn't jump.
She immediately poured the water over his face. His eye twitched, but he remained still. Thank the Lord. This kid is a great actor.
"He's no use to us dead!!" She exclaimed, looking back at me.
"He's not really dead......just asleep." I offered quietly. I was answered with a sharp glare.
"You think I don't know that?" She snapped and my mind screamed at me. There's a lot of things you don't know lady. I thought.
"Why did you let him get this bad anyways? We never let Britt and Liam get this bad. Now if he dies.....all his fans will go searching for you and you'll get caught. " I pointed out and she stood up, putting her face close to mine. Too close. Too close.
"You.....are walking on a thin rope Jake.......you're lucky I don't kill you. Right here. Right now." She threatened and I rolled my eyes.
"You keep saying that. When will you actually do it?" I questioned. Her blue eyes turned icy and dark. She narrowed them slowly.
"It will come sooner than you would think." She spat and I laughed, shoving the rag, filled with my blood at her face.
"Good." I spat, challenging her.
"You will regret that." She spat, throwing the rag to the ground.
"I'm sure I will. Just like everything else I already regret." I replied. She walked out, her heels clicking and left me and Niall alone in silence.
I immediately dropped to my knees as soon as she was gone and emptied my stomach of all its contents. My head was spinning and I overall just felt disgusted. Disgusted that I was ever involved in something so horrible and so wrong.
What would my parents think of me now? What would my grandparents think of me now?
I tried not to think about either of these questions and glanced over at Niall, who was still faking being passed out. I sighed and coughed once more.
"Coast is clear." I choked out to Niall after I was done being sick and was sure she was gone. Niall opened one eye slowly, before the other and sitting up, looking at me in awe.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" I snapped, my anger flaring from the fight with Evelyn.
"You....you lied for me....?" He asked and I rolled my eyes.
"Yeah...well no one else will." I replied, wiping my face clear of blood.
"You could die you know...." he croaked, his voice cracking. I only shrugged.
"I deserve it anyways. I'm sick of all this. Life. I'm sick of her. Death would be better." I said and he looked confused.
"What are you saying?" He asked suspiciously. I ran my hands through my hair.
"I'm going to help you escape." I said, and Niall's mouth dropped open to form an 'o' shape.