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"Why did you just do that?" I yell, running the back of my hand across my lips in disgust.
"You wouldn't shut up!" Kaleb yells back at me, a smug look crosses his face. "But don't act like it wasn't...
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Song: Prelude 12/21 by A.F.I
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He pulls me down the hallway and towards Leo's bedroom. I struggle against him all the way, screaming as I go. Bash pushes Leo's door open and throws me down onto the mattress. I don't have the time to scream again. Bash flings open the closet door and my blood runs cold.
Leo is tied up and gagged on the floor. He's laying in a pool of his own blood, his skin deathly pale. His chest rises and falls, that's the only way I know he's alive. I want to scream, but I can't get my body to react. My father's face flashes across my mind from several months ago, back to that night when they were murdered.
"Don't make a sound or I'll speed up dear old uncle's death, got it?" Bash commands.
My eyes stay focused on Leo's breathing. Tears stream down my cheeks, blurring my vision.
Bash paces the room, running his fingers across all of my uncles things. "You know, I really like this house. It's cute. You know the best part? It's a mile from any neighbor. That's the good thing about small towns."
Bash grabs the duct tape from the top of Leo's dresser and steps towards me.
"You killed my parents?" My voice sounds distant and weak.
"No actiually, I didn't, but I work for the people that did." He explains.
"I don't understand." I sob.
"Typical." He scoffs. "But don't worry, Greer, I'm about to tell you exactly what happened to your parents and the part you play in it."
"Please, Bash. Don't do this. I thought you liked me." I'm sobbing, fat tears running down my cheeks.
"I never liked you!" He yells. "You were my assignment, my target. You were my job. Get it? I was using you for information."
"What information? I don't have information!" I plead with him. "Please, you already killed my parents, you don't have to kill me!"
"I didn't kill your parents, I already told you that." He explains, wrapping duct tape several times around my wrists to tie them together. "And you do have information, Greer. Information that my boss was willing to kill for, still willing. You may not know that you do, but it's somewhere hidden with you."
"Just tell me what it is, I'll try to help you!"
"You will help me, whether you want to or not." He finishes my wrists and then throws the tape across the room. "Did Leo tell you why your parents were killed?"
I shake my head. No one had told me anything pretaining to my parents deaths besides that they were just that, dead.
"Your father was an accountant, you knew that right? He worked for a major corporation, do you remember it's name?" He stared at me with hungry eyes. I nodded. "I really wish you didn't. I definietly have to kill you now."
