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LET HER GO - PASSENGER

*THIS IS NOT IN THE VIDEO*

Charlie stared at me, just stared at me with hollow eyes. His expression was blank, completely emotionless. His gun still directed into Zayn's mouth, his grip on him still in full hold. He just continued his long stare at me, as if I had defied him. I didn't take orders from him, nor was I some kind of property. The night sky as dark as the silhouettes of our body being visible. The lights of the streetlamps illuminating our figures, as the wind was furiously blowing through our hair. Not a single person moved, no one dared to move a muscle. Charlie slowly was removed the gun out of his mouth,as Zayn gagged from the release. The grip on Zayn's leather jacket finally was gone, and Zayn dropped to the grass next to him with Charlie forcibly pushing him down, his breathing turned to huffing. I run towards him, coming to his side uneasily, as I hold him up by his back. He looks up at me, faintly smiling as his hand laid on my cheek. His fingertips felt cold, as the realization that his life was almost taken caught up to the both of us. Charlie stood tall, his muscles tense, his jaw clenched. He didn't even look down in my direction as I was supporting Zayn's weight. I pull Zayn up by his arm, wrapping the other one around my shoulders. The night was silent, as I helped Zayn get into the house, the door still wide open. The maids were surrounding the opening of the door, as I slowly walk in. Their facial expressions were scared, upset, and plain confused to what was going on.

"Take him to his bed please, he needs it." The maids, who had taken him off my shoulders, slowly take him up the stairs and the weight of Zayn was gone.. I look back at the door, the heavy burden I was beginning to feel was undeniable. He was going to kill me, and I couldn't defend myself about this can I?

Pity you're a weakling like your mother.

I step out into the grass once more my head down looking at my leather boots, my whole body feeling the intensity of the situation. All the voices were screaming I was dead, I was dead, I was surely dead. My eyes revert to Charlie, as Charlie still was in his tense position. His eyelids were shut, as his breathing was at a steady pace. His chest rising and falling. The pistol was firmly in his grasp by his side, but he didn't move. He did not aim for me, like I thought he would. All he did was drop his head, his shoulders relaxed, and he shoved his gun back into his pocket.

He sighs, his eyes finally opening again.

"You really want to stay here, with that thing?" He gruffly states, his hands balling into fists. I gulp, my whole body completely unable to move. His head still down, he wasn't looking at me. It seemed he didn't want to look at me, it was like I was a burden to him now. The only burden he should have to carry was the many lives he took.

Yet you killed your mother,

And murdered all of your friends, in cold blood.

I was nothing like him, I never would be a blood thirsty criminal. I would never want to ruin another person's life. I just want to be free, I couldn't take this anymore. I wanted to get away from these vicious men, who thought they had the control of who dies and who lives.

"I.. I do." I stutter, he looks at me finally. His stare completely causing my thoughts to spin even more. My skin was crawling, I felt like I was on fire.

"If you want to be another scapegoat for him be my damn guest." He growls, turning away from me. The back of his shirt moving slowly with the winds pace. I feel as though I was slipping away, was this really what I wanted? Did I want to stray from one criminal to another? Was this ever going to help me escape the fate I never would've thought to have had?

Just take his gun and shoot a bullet through your skull.

The voices wanted me dead, the sadness I was feeling was the overwhelming factor to their taunting. Was it really going to end if I just took a bullet to the skull. Days ago I had so much to live for. Now looking back at my life I wish to have never wanted any excitement. I should've kept the boring old life I had. I felt the pressure as Charlie began to step away from the manor I had become fond of.
"Wait!"
He stops, and slightly turns to look at me. I gulp. Freezing as my hand extends with ease.
"I'm.. I'm sorry." I whisper, but that only causes him to scoff loudly. He turns back to me again, and slowly walks towards me. He stops infront of me, as I look up to meet his gaze. His green brown like eyes staring at my cold grey pupils. His hair flowing with the wind, his facial structure reflecting the lamplights. His breathe was hot on my face, as he forcibly grabs my shirt in his fist. He raises me slightly off of the ground, my toes barely hitting the surface. I flinch, as his breath hits my skin once more, but in a snarl.
"You're.. you're sorry? I'm sorry I didn't kill you the moment I had the fucking chance to." He grunts into my face, and pushes me away from him harshly. I stumble backwards,
"You never would've killed me!" I shout in him face, as I see him look down at me in amusement. He chuckles loudly,
"You don't get it do you, Lily? You're nothing but a piece of fresh meat for any man to use for the taking." He snarls, his hands come into harsh contact with my arms, squeezing them. He pulls me closer to his face, as I flinch turning myself away from this horrible man he has shown.
"If I didn't think your body was heavenly I would've shot your ass the moment you saw me." He pushes me back again, this time harder as I stumble against the wall of the manor.
He steps closer to me once more, devilishly smiling as his arms block me from exiting his torment.
"So be glad I spared your life." He grimaces at me, and finally turns away. He walks away slowly it seemed, as the flowing mist began to cover his figure. Walking away from me, just like my father did.