Against All Odds

Chapter 27

~Jess's POV~

I slowly blink open my eyes when I here a loud bang.

"MMMMMGGGSHAMMMM" I try screaming through the duck tape.

My eyes throbbing, and I'm sitting in something wet and warm.

I really really hope it's not pee.

But when I look down I take back what I said.

Its blood.

"MMMMMASHSHAHHMM" I try wiggling out of the tape but it's not budging.

I hear footsteps running towards the room and I freeze.

I gotta get out...

This asshole was stupid enough to tie my hands Infront of me. Why didn't I think of this before?

I bite at the tape until it starts to rip.

Yes!

I split my hands apart and my eyes search the room.

My phones gone. Everything but a gun is gone.

Now who leave a gun laying next to your hostage? Tf.

I crawl over, placing the hard black object in between my hands.

I never thought I'd have to use one of these. Believe me I've thought about killing one of the boys before. Not really killing them. But I mean sometimes I just wanna harm Taylor. He gets me so frustrated. After this I'll definitely wanna murder him.

The door knob wiggles and finally swings open.

I hold up the gun, clicking it into position.

I can't even face the person. They won't come near me if they don't want to get shot.

I stair at the persons shoes, my finger fumbling for the trigger.

White vans. Now your planning on killing someone and you wear white?

Seriously this guy needs-

Wait..

"Taylor?" I lift my head.

Tears fill my eyes when I see his face, his jaw is purple and his left eyes is black. His arm bleeding terribly.

"Taylor" I can hardly speak.

He doesn't say anything. He just stands there. A few small tears falling.

He's the one who got me into this. I almost died because of him. What's he doing?

I hold up the gun, wiping my face with my sleeve.

"Jess..." He cries, dropping to his knees. "Go."

His eyes move to the window about 10 inches away from me.

Another tear escapes my eye and I shutter.

"No." I choke, sticking the gun out farther, causing him to flinch.

Oh god. What am I doing!?

1...2...3..

My finger slides the trigger back, causing me fall into the wall.

I watch as he clutches his chest, blood pouring down his button up shirt, onto his ripped jeans.

The guy falls to the floor, a moan escaping his mouth.

I slowly go over.

"Do not, fuck with me or my friends." I hiss, covering my mouth, not believing what I just did.