Found Dead

Chapter 12

Candy pov*

This is insane, my mother would have checked up on us, dad would have called us if work had to keep him late, so he isn't at work. Where could dad be? I thought as I laid down, Ethan walked in wearing his nurse outfit. He looked tired, he closed my down and laid down next to me, not taking his shoes off. "How was work dear?" I asked and he laughed.

"We're not married yet, but since your asking it was awful. A few hundred people showed up sadly." He said, cuddling me. He smelt like sweat, and honey. A weird mixture, but it worked. He started falling alseep, then I asked.

"Did my dad happen to be one of your patients today?" I asked. And he shook his head.

"Why do you ask?" He asked. I shrugged, and held him close.

"He never called, or appeared. Neither has my mother, and that's terrifying. My family would have gave us a call, or left us a note. The family is worried. Tommorow is the last day of school for us." I said as he stood up and walked out of the room. I got   up slowly, and followed him into the living room. I stood behind a wall, as he talked on his phone.

"Let her dad go. He isn't the target, she is. The children are the target." He paused while the other person spoke. "Yes I actually have feeling for her, but her family has to get out of the way." Pause "No they aren't a problem. I swear, it's just a bit of issues." Pause. It was a long pause. "I'll get her I swear. I love her, and all. But I want her to be mine in he end of this shit." Pause. "FUCK NO! When this is over she is mine. She will not be yours, she will not be raped, she will not be tortured, she will be a perfect child at the end of this operation." He hung up his phone and sighed. I walked towards him and grabbed his shoulder with my okay arm.

"What does 'this operation' invole, babe?" I asked, with a fuck you ton. He looked down, I felt him tense.

"Don't worry about it." He said, with a fucked up ton. I pushed him fowards.

"Don't worry about it? Son of a fucking bitch, that's what you are. What does this shit invole little fuck head?" I asked standing in front of him, my face was burning red, of anger. He sighed and stood up.

"You don't understand, not yet at least honey. Just calm down." He said, he was ovbiouse being pushed, something I am good at doing.

"Look, I don't want any part of this. I don't want MY family to be apart of this, and I don't want YOU to be apart of this. Being my boyfriend you get a chance to be either a part of my life," I said pointing at him, and he was backing up into the couch. "OR this little fucking operation that happenes to invole my parents." He looked at me, with his sad purple eyes. He hugged me, and I was shocked.

"You are the only option. I chose you, over any fucking operation. I chose you over any-fucking-thing baby." He said, I hugged him back and sighed.

"You still have to take me to school, you fucking dick." I joked a bit and he laughed. I knew I couldn't trust him still, and then I feel it a needle in my neck. Fluid injects into my body. My eyes feel heavy, as I struggle to keep awake. "Fucking bastard." I manage to say.

He held me close still, whispering in my ear, "I still love you, it's just a small process baby. It will be over before you know it" my eyes close, my everything shuts down.

Jack pov*

Carole and I hide in my closet, after we heard the convocation between the nurse and Candy. Carole was fearing her death was coming sooner than we both expected. He knocked on my door, and I didn't say anything. We saw my door open slowly, as he came in holding two syringes, probably trying to get us both. He noticed we weren't on the bed and started leaving,but stupid ass nose decided now was the time to sneez. Carole held my nose, and I started feeling it happen. He closed the door and left. I sneezed quietly enough. Me and Carole walked out of the closet and snuck to my window. Being a second floor child sucks right now. We started looking around my room frantically for anything to climb out of the window. I looked in the closet and found an old rope me and Mark played with as children. I tapped Carole on the shoulder and I opened the window and threw one end of the rope out, and tied it to my bed pole. Carole went first. "Be careful, he could be on the bottom floor getting Mark." I said and she nodded, sliding door the rope slowly. My door busted open, making me turn my head, and Ethan stood there looking insane.

"Thouht you could hide from me Jack. Oh and Carole dear I'm taking you too." He said looking towards me and the window. I looked back and saw her already to the ground, she started shaking, I motion her to run. She didn't heastiate.

"What is wrong with you?" I asked, as he put the syringe in my neck. I pushed him using the strength I have left. He just smile, and gave me a laugh.

"Try me Jack. Nor Mark, Candy, Ashely, or you made it. Impressively Carole did. She isn't gonna make far." He said and I shook my head, leaning over he open window.

"She lives......across the street....you idiot." I said, as I saw him worry. I laighed, then fell into a dark abyss. I woke up tied to a chair, with a bright light in my face. I heard a muffled sound from a girl. I turned to look at the sound and saw Carole. How did that bastard get her?!?! The was a cloth in my mouth, my arms and legs had a rope around them. She was struggling, and so was I. Then a door opened, two men walked in. One had a gun, the other a knife. They took the cloth out of both Carols  and my mouth. She started screaming.

"Help! Somebody fucking help us!" She was screaming to loud. The guy with the gun slapped her, and she stopped. I didn't like this.

"Shut the fuck up Carole Wheeler, we just need to ask some question, answer them you live." The man had a deep voice. She nodded her head, my head was forced back to face the other man.

"How old are you?" The guy in front of me asked with a higher pitched voice, still terrifying.

"Six-fucking-teen shit face. Now let us go. Where is my sister?" I asked, and he slapped me.

"We ask the questions, you answer little boy." He said, and I nodded. Carole was talking a wya giving her information out. They asked simple questions for four hours, then they both asked a question that pissed me off. "When your sister and Ethan had sex, did she tell you that she had gotten pregnate?"

"What?" I asked, my voice raised. Carole was just sitting there. Then Candy was thrown into the room. She landed right on her broken arm, and she cried in pain. Ethan walked in, helping her up and was forced to sit in a chair. He was tied up, so was Candy. What is going on?!