Wildflowers and Redneck Boyz (ON HOLD)

Chapter 21: I'll Do Anything

NASHVILLE, TENNESSEE

HUNTER'S POV

"You guys stay down here while I go unlock my apartment." I say to Ry, Em, Destini, Andy, Tristen, and Wyatt, "You guys can live there for a few more years or until you find money for your own apartment if you want." They all reply with an okay before I head inside, using the elevator to get to the eighth floor of the building and to my apartment. When I reach the door, though, there's a note on my door... spotted with something red. Who could've left a note like this? I've been paying the rent on this place like I normally do. Might as well take a peek, right? I take the note from the door and open it up, looking at the scrawled handwriting in front of me.

You bitch. You've escaped. You'd better still be bearing my child. I wouldn't wanna have to hurt any of your little friends, or that big shot brother of yours... Possibly even your cowboy, too.

-B

He was back again!?! No, I couldn't handle this. I try turning the doorknob, seeing it's unlocked. He had better not be here! I make it to the living room, and sure enough...

He's here.

"What are you doing here?" I asked in a menacing tone. He just starts laughing like Gaston from Beauty and the Beast.

"You know what I want, Hunter." he replied, "Why not just hand it over now?"

"Rylan is not some object you can toy with!"

"I know that, that's not what I mean. I mean... her hand in marriage."

"You know just as well as I do that you're never going to see the day when we give you her hand, because it'll never happen."

"Oh, but your father's already given the blessing."

"No, he gave the blessing to Wyatt, not you!"

"Well then, what am I going to do with your parents in the back room?"

"What!?!" I stumble over to the door to my bedroom, knocking on it as loud as I can, "Ma, Dad, can you hear me!?! Answer me, dammit!"

"Sorry, sonnie, but your parents are knocked out cold. And you might not wanna open that door because the chemicals in the room will knock you out, as well. Benzyl Chloride isn't toxic, but it's a huge irritant."

"You son of a-"

"Now what am I going to do to you? Oh, I know." Suddenly, the collar of my shirt is in his hands as he tries to push me up against a wall. I fight back, of course, being bigger and stronger than he is. Suddenly, he pulls out a .45 caliber and fires. A searing pain goes through my left shoulder as I sink to the floor. The blood seeps through my shirt as he pushes me up against the wall once again, this time pulling out a boot knife and cutting along the bottom of my collarbone. The pain of the sharp, cool edge of the knife starts searing more and more as he sinks the quickly warming blade deeper into my skin. And before dropping me to the floor, he sticks the knife in my right thigh, twisting it before pulling it out. I have now experienced unimaginable pain, as I'm pushed to the floor, helpless in any way to help save my sister. I'm slipping in and out of consciousness, seeing the black start to suck me in little by little. Thank God I have an earpiece in, so I can at least do this before I'm pulled in.

"B."

"What was that?" Bradley asked.

"B."

Confused as to what I meant, he pulls out a walkie talkie. And these are the last words I hear before I'm possibly overtaken by darkness.

"Get the others. Be sure they all stay unharmed. You can leave Hunter's bandmates and manager alone unless they try fighting back. Hurt them, but don't kill them."