Protecting Nash

Chapter 11

We walk silently down the hall, as the man pushes us along. I realize we are in an old house with boarded up windows and debris littered everywhere. This house was probably shut down, and 'Andrew' was using it as his lair. I had no idea who Andrew even was.

When we entered the main room, I saw three men huddled around some papers. One was cut guy, one I had never seen before, and one was the man from Nash's lacrosse practice. Pinned on the walls were papers, drawings, and pictures of Nash and everything that revolved around him. His family, his house, his vines, were all up there. I look over at Nash and see he has a horrified look on his face. I would to, if I was the one these people were stalking. He gulps and I squeeze his hand tighter to reassure him. To my surprise, he has remained extremely calm this entire time.

“Now there's our boy! You have no idea how long we’ve been looking for you Nash,” The man from Nash's practice said to him. Nash's face didn’t twitch.

“From looking at everything on the wall, I get the impression its been awhile,” he said to him sarcastically. Practice guy slowly walked over to Nash, and looked him in the face.

“I don’t appreciate your sarcasm,” he said, and kneed him in the stomach. He hunched over, and I tried my hardest not to yell at the abuser. I didn’t want to end up the same as Nash.

“Tie them up,” he instructed, and we were pushed into chairs, and tied to it with thick rope. Practice guy walked over, and stood in front of us.

“I haven’t formally introduced myself. I’m Andrew Smith. I already know you Nash, but I haven’t met your lady friend. What's your name sweetie?”

I was about to make a rude comment, but I held it in, and acted like I was innocent, and had no idea what was going on. I didn’t think he would buy it, but it was worth a shot.

“Haley, H-Haley Jones,” I said quietly. Luckily, Nash goes along with my lie.

“Well, Nice to meet you Agent Jones, if that is your real name,” he says to be, and I squeeze my eyes shut, as if saying 'oh crap'.

“Did you think that I would just think it was a coincidence that as soon as I find Nash, you show up. You were always with him, and my men start getting hurt or disappearing. I knew that you were protecting him, and you got in my way. But these wimps can't even kill a teenage girl. I guess if you want something done right, you have to do it yourself.” he walked closer to me, but Nash stopped him.

“It's me you want, not her. Leave her alone, and you can do whatever you want with me!”

“Nash, don't-”

“She's Right Nash, you're both going to die. It's inevitable.” he smirks, and walks back over to the other men. Nash looks about ready to stab him. I try to give him a reassuring look, but I know Andrew is right.

“If you're going to kill us, you at least should tell us why,” I finally say. Andrew looks up at us, and smiles.

“I would be happy to,” he gives us a smile, which we both scoff at, “It all started 3 months ago, when my good friend Jack Hart passed away of old age. He knew it was his time, so he wrote a will the day before. See, Jack was rich. He had millions of dollars, and we were all wondering who would receive that money. Guess who it was? The one and only, Nash Grier.”

Nash and I were both shocked. So this had nothing to do with his vines, it was all over money?

“Why me? I didn’t even know him!” Nash asked amazed.

“Well apparently he knew you. Your parents were close friends when you were just a baby. He said that he wanted you to have a great future. I wasn’t about to let some stuck up teenager get all that money. I stole the will from him the night he died, and discovered that I was next on the list to inherit the millions of dollars. So, I began looking for you. It wasn't hard, considering you're famous. All I did was go onto a “Nash Grier” blog, and it said where you lived. A few weeks later, I was here, and then your girlfriend here showed up and ruined everything. But now that I have you here, I’m not going to waste my opportunity.” he concluded, and we both sat in shock.

“How are you going to kill us?” Nash hesitantly asked.

“Well, drowning you would be the least messy, but it takes awhile. I may have to settle for something more.. hasty,” Nash face goes pale, and he tries his hardest to breath normally. I can't stand seeing him like this. I look for a way out of the situation, but my mind is to clouded with thoughts to think of anything.

“Seth, Tom, take the girl back to the room. I need to ask her a few more questions, but first I need to dispose of the boy,” Andrew says. This time, I don’t hold back.

“NO!” I yell, and kick Seth, who was coming to untie me. Tom grabs me from behind, and hold me down. Seth recovers, and manages to get me loose. They grab me, and drag me out of the room, leaving Nash alone with Andrew.

“NO, PLEASE DON'T HURT HIM! NASH!” I yell, but I know its no use.

“MO, WAIT, I LOVE YOU!” he shouts to me, and that is the last thing I hear.

Then the gun goes off.

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Well, I think I'm done writing this story.  Just kidding, haha.  Cliffhanger!! :) I feel so evil.  Leave a like and a comment if you enjoyed:)