This is not the end~ Fourth book in PLMI series

Our only hope-5

-Mackenzie's POV-
I hadn't even gotten my hand up to knock on the door when it slammed open and Trey stepped out. I stepped a few steps back and he grabbed my arm, pulling me against his chest. I didn't even have time to think before he began to speak.
"Well hello there babe." He whispered, pressing me up against the wall in the alley. My breath caught in my throat as he began to kiss my neck sloppily. I winced at his snake like lips that I hadn't felt for so long. I pushed him away from me roughly. The feeling of his lips against my skin was all to familiar and I was surprised at how I used to like it before every thing went weird. A million memories flashed through my head, and I shuddered, my body starting to shake with fear. I didn't think I would be able to handle both of them at the same time.
My mother then came out the door and smiled at me sweetly. "Hello sweetheart!! Leave her alone Trey. There's plenty of time for that later." She chirped and I gulped as Trey winked at me, smirking at my squirmish attitude.
"Where's Niall?!" I blurted out and my mother smiled.
"Oh honey." She sighed and my stomach lurched. Oh my gosh. He's dead. He's dead. Oh. Oh. What have I done? WHAT HAVE I DONE!?!!
"Take me to Niall!! You said you would let him go!! You promised me!" I shouted and as soon as I said it, I realized how much of a hoax I had fallen into. She had no intention of releasing Niall just because I was here. I should have known that her promises mean nothing, but I was too caught up in trying to help Niall.
Evelyn nodded to Trey, who shoved his hand over my mouth, stifling my shouts. I struggled against him, breathing heavily through my nose, my anger flaring.
"Fine. You want to see him, you can see him." She said and Trey shoved me through the door roughly. I hit my arm on the door as we went and I totally forgot about my bleeding arm. The scratches stung as Trey gripped my arm tighter, making me cry out in pain.
"Let go of me!!" I screamed as Trey dug his fingers into my scratched wrist.
"Ahhh....still doing that I see....." Trey whispered, moving my hair away from my neck and twisting a piece between his fingers. "Freak." He slurred as his fingers dug deeper into my cuts, but I bared the pain, not letting him see me in pain. His hot breath was on my neck and I whimpered as he put even more pressure on the cuts, making me cry out despite my wishes.
"Let him go." I whimpered. "Take me instead."
"You wanna see him, you can see him." Trey growled.
I was shoved into the abandoned building roughly and I stumbled and fell to the floor. Trey grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me up.
He practically drug me into another room and I instantly saw Niall, laying on the floor, unconscious. There was dry blood smeared on his face. His eyes were closed and he had dirt staining his clothes and they were torn and ripped in odd places. His face, more pale than when he was on chemo. His eye was black and his hair, matted with dirt and dry blood. His knee I saw now was bleeding heavily and the wound looked deep.
"Niall!!" I yelled. He didn't awaken and I began to sob, pulling against Trey's grip, trying to get to him. I need to reach him. From my point of view, I couldn't tell if he was dead or alive. "Niall. No." I screamed in agony, my sobs ricocheting off the tall walls of the building.
"Let her go." My mother sighed between my sobs. Trey released his grip on me and I fell to the ground. Scrambling, I quickly lunged at Niall, my hands shaking. I reached out and grabbed his face in my hands, caressing it.
"Oh. Niall. No." I whispered. He still wouldn't move. I cried, my tears dripping onto his face and mixing with the blood on it. I leaned down and kissed his battered lips gently, trying to get him to open his eyes. They were snapped shut like a locked door. Wouldn't open. Wouldn't move. His body was limp, but he still had a pulse.
"No no no no." I sobbed, clutching him to my chest. I stroked his hair slowly as I sobbed into him, not minding that the woman I most despised was behind me, sneering at my sadness.
How could anyone be this cruel? How could someone possibly wish this amount of pain on their own daughter? She used to love me, she used to love me.......
But...she used to be sane.
"Tie her up when she's done bawling. We have business to attend to." I heard my mother say. I heard her heels start to click away, along with Trey's boots, but I stood up, tears still smeared all over my face.
"No! No! You don't just get to do something like this and walk away! You don't get to win! You can't win this Evelyn!" I screamed after her.
She seemed slightly taken back and turned and smiled at me slowly, her eyes were dark and deranged. She really was a freaking phsyco.
"Oh but my dear, I already have!" She exclaimed, laughing. "Don't I have you here? Haven't I made you miserable? Haven't I made you want to die?" She asked me, my stomach churned but I stood my ground.
"Why? Why would you do this, to your own daughter? Why couldn't you be there? Why weren't you there for me? Why couldn't you have saved me, like a normal mother? Why couldn't you have been normal!?" I screamed at her, tears falling from my cheeks at an alarming speed.
"I did this because of you! I nearly killed myself because of you!" I screamed, throwing my arm in her face. A flash of sympathy and regret showed in her icy blue eyes before her gaze turned cold once again.
"It's all your fault. All of it, your brother, your father. It's all your fault." She said simply, rolling her eyes at me.
"Why can't you say it!? Why can't you call him your husband!?" I yelled, my voice breaking in emotion. I longed for a mother, well, not just anyone, mine. I longed for her kindness that existed when my father was alive.
"Because, my dear, I don't want to be associated with you. Your brother would be so disappointed in you Mackenzie. Look at yourself, whoring around with a boy from God knows where, and flaunting your scars like a badge to be proud of. Well guess what?! You will always be a freak Keke, and that will never change." She finished, my heart tightened at the mention of Josh made my tears stop and anger overtake me.
"Josh wouldn't be disappointed in me, but your husband would be very disappointed in you." I said quietly, her face looked broken for a moment before a tear fell from her eye. She turned back to cold as ice in merely a second, backhanding me in the face so hard, I stumbled backwards from the force and held onto my jaw, something definitely cracked.
"You will pay, and if you think that anything I've already done to you is bad, just you wait." She whispered, her long fingernails digging into my face as she had grabbed my chin in her hand.
She pushed me away as quickly as she had hit me, like I had burned her and walked out of the room at a fast pace, Trey, who had been observing the whole thing, followed her out, but not without giving me a stomach turning smile.
I held onto my face in pain and looked back at Niall, who was still laying, unconscious.
"Coast is clear." Jake said and I looked up, my vision blurry, at him. I was confused. His face swam before my eyes, because of my anger and the blast to my head that Evelyn had just gifted me.
Suddenly, Niall opened his beautiful blue eyes and hugged me back weakly. I gasped and hugged him so tightly, he probably couldn't breathe. I didn't care. He's alive. He's alive. He's alive.
"You shouldn't have come." He croaked. His voice was lower, and sounded, so....so weak. It scared me, pulled me over the edge of grief. I pulled out of our hug and held his face with my hands, stroking my thumbs along his dirt and tear stained cheeks. He moved his hand up to rest on mine against his face.
"I......I had to....to save you...." I cried as he gripped my hand. He leaned in and kissed me slowly. Jake scoffed from behind us, but I only ignored him.
"She....she'll let you go....now that...she has me. She has to. I...want you to live." I stammered after we ended our kiss.
"Shhh....shhh......I'm alive. I'm okay. See? It'll be alright." He whispered and I heard Jake clear his throat from behind us.
"If we're.....going to...leave....I suggest we...go now before.....they get back. Or...we'll all die." He stammered and I looked back at Niall. I'm so confused.
"What.....what are you talking about?" I asked and Niall sighed lightly.
"Jake's......going to help me....and you I suppose...to escape." Niall croaked, his voice weaker than before.
"What? No. You....we can't trust him!" I said, my voice rising and getting stronger. If that sorry excuse for a person thinks I'm going to trust him, then he's sadly mistaken. No one and I mean no one rapes my best friend and gets away with that. No one treats me like absolute crap for years and gets away without a scratch.
"This is the thanks I get for doing something good......" Jake mumbled underneath his breath, rolling his eyes. My anger flared and raged inside of me like a fire.
"Mackenzie. We have to trust him..." Niall started, but I got up.
"No. No. No!!" I shouted, getting more and more angry. I approached Jake and slapped him across the face as hard as I could. "He raped my best friend and left her mute! He helped Trey!! You don't know half of what he did to me!" I screamed at Niall. Niall sighed, closing his beautiful eyes. "You are a sorry excuse for a man. You should rot in jail." I spat in Jake's face. He shoved me down to the ground again, back next to Niall in the dirt.
"Mackenzie. We have to trust him. He's our only hope." Niall said gently and I looked back to him with tears in my eyes, that had begun to fall again. I glared at Jake.
"This doesn't make me hate you any less." I snarled and he smiled.
"Likewise." He replied.

-Bradley's POV-
"Mackenzie? Are you alright in there?" Liam yelled through the door as he knocked. There was no answer. Just the sounds of Jesse's barking inside the room. I gulped. What happened in there? It has been a day and she hasn't come out. Or unlocked the door. Maybe she's just mad. But....maybe she's....not. Maybe....something worse has happened. But no.....what could've happened?
My mind always liked to assume the worst, so I tried to change it for the better, assuming she was just sleeping or passed out from crying so hard.
"She still won't open the door?" I asked and he looked back at me and shook his head.
"No. And this isn't good. What if she....what if.." he trailed and I gulped again as he raked his fingers through his hair.
"You mean.....cut herself?" I asked and he looked back at me with wide eyes. I could tell immediately when I first met him he didn't like me. Found me annoying perhaps? Or maybe it was because of my situation with Mackenzie....I didn't really care at that point. People don't give me credit enough for reading people. And Liam? Liam did not like me.
"You.....you know about that?" He asked nervously and I nodded, scratching the back of my neck, uncomfortable because of what I knew.
"Yeah.....She told me." I replied and he nodded. He turned back to the door and banged on it harder with his fist. He was starting to get angry.
"If you don't open this door right now Mackenzie Grace Johnson, I will knock down this freaking door!" Liam yelled. There was no answer, or sound from inside the room except for Jesse's constant scratching and barking.
"Maybe...anger isn't the best way to approach this..." I suggested, but only got a glare back. I rolled my eyes quickly before he could see it and stepped back, letting him have his way.
Liam waited a couple minutes, tapping his foot. "That's it." Liam sighed and stepped back from the door, before kicking it once. Twice. A third time before the door swung open, the lock completely broken off. Liam ran inside and I followed closely behind him. Jesse ran up to me and whined, running to the window and pacing beneath it. Liam kicked in the bathroom door as well, which was also locked. She wasn't there either. Mackenzie wasn't here. She was gone.
"She....she's not here." Liam stammered, running his hands through his hair. He looked more frazzled than normally.
"I think I know what's going on......." I trailed as I looked at the blood drips on the carpet, which led to the window. Her wet clothes, which she was wearing yesterday, were lying on the floor, still wet. I grabbed them and threw them in her hamper before sighing.
"Hmmm?" Liam asked, looking around the room, his eyes flickering back and forth. He looked inside the closet, but didn't see anything special. I observed the open drawers and sighed. Oh Kenz.....
"She turned herself in."