The Almost Unreal

Freaking Out

--Start--

Bruce's Pov (ik, ik. SO EXCITING!)

"Yes yes, I'm getting the money. Just give me another day! Please." i beg, trying to disguise my bitter hatred for this wicked woman.

"I thought you'd be a bit more... careful with this big if a secret. I could tell anybody about the girl your hiding, it's only a matter of time before the press ha-" she starts.

"You can't ask me for something I don't have! I'm been working my ass off for you to - what - buy a pair of shoes?! Just give me till midnight!" I say, my anger overwhelming.

"It just so happens there are a pair of shoes I've had my eyes on for a while, but that's not why I need the money. Our son doesn't seem to have food!" She snaps.

"Oh ho ho. Don't go playing that card with me! I gave you 5,000 Tuesday! It's only been 4 days! Where have you been eating? Some fancy restaurant?"

"Well I'm not feeding him some fast food junk!"

"Why don't you get a f'n job!?"

".. Just get me the money by tomorrow or your secret won't be secret anymore!" She yells, hanging up. I turn off my phone, shoving it into my pocket while muttering. Stupid Maria, always pestering with this and that. Get your own money, you hag.

I check on Ethan, making sure he's keeping her alive. She seems so be holding up. Thank god I got a doctor in training to help me. Speaking of which, I better go check up on the reasons they're still here.

I call Thomas, the sniper for Austin and make sure we still have eyes on him.

"Yeah, I've got him. This guy is really screwed up, sulking everywhere. When do we shoot this kid and put him out of his misery?" he asks, chuckling a bit.

"Have I not already told you the plan?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. We should still kill him though." he says, basically grinning through the phone.

"In good time." I say, hanging up. I cal Zack next, hoping he won't just want to kill the girl.

"How's Brittany holding up? We still got eyes on her right?" I ask.

"Yea-" he starts, his voice husky. "Um yeah."

"What's she doing? Has she figured anything out yet?" I ask. For a smoking hot blonde, she was pretty smart.

"She's just um, snogging with some dude. I don't think she's figured anything out yet." he says, his voice lowering.

"Well good then. I guess. Keep an eye on her." I say and hang up.

Now I've got to go do some stupid job at some place just to go pay off Maria. Next time I see her, I'm shooting her right between the eyes.

--End of Pov--(what a happy ending)

Louis' pov.

We've played a few shows since the news, all of them seeming long and dragged out. When I song the songs, I no longer thought of Eleanor, I thought of Olive. And not in a good way. I teared up once on stage. I had to say the lights were too bright.

Of course I've cried each night, thinking the worst. Half of my heart that I didn't know existed lit up when Olive came around, and now that she's gone, the light had fled for the woods. Trust me, I know now that it's missing.

My little sister, kidnapped. One of the things that, as a brother, I have sworn to never let happen. I just... I just hope she's going to be ok. at least right now we have a small bit of hope that she'll escape. I don't know what I'd do if she was gone forever...