The Choice (Sam Pottorff and Connor Franta)

The House

IM SORRY I HAVENT UPDATED OMG. I PROMISE ILL UPDATE A LOT MORE OKAY IM SORRY. LOVVE YOU GUYS!!!

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"I don't care if you kill me, just don't hurt my friends and family, please."

"DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? GET IN THE FUCKING HOUSE!"

He pushed me.

Onto the gravel road, right on my face.

The last thing I want to do is fight back, so I'm not going to. If I do what he says, it will all turn out in the end.

I slowly got up and wiped the dirt and rocks off of my face. I slowly walked into the building, not knowing what it was or what to do when I got inside.

He kept urging me in, making sure that I didn't try to run away. We finally reached the front door, and he pushed it open to reveal something shocking.

The inside was an exact replica of my old house, the one where the man next to me killed my only family.

I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, but I refused to show weakness. I will be strong, I will do this. Luckily for me, I just had to walk to the couch and sit down while he tied me up and duck taped my mouth. That last part wasn't really lucky, but at least I didn't have to see the rest of the house.

He kneeled in front of me and started telling me about how he couldn't wait to finally kill me after I escaped all those years ago. I really didn't care about what he was saying, that was, until he brought out the knife.

He held it out in front of me. "If you think that I'll just let a skinny little innocent girl like you just die without me having a little fun, you're crazy."

Instead of stabbing me, he tore off my top and threw it across the room. No no no no please don't do this. Please please please.

But my silent cries for help were useless. He ripped of my bra, and I was now naked from the waist up. I let out muffled screams for help, but it was no use, no one could hear me. All I did was close my eyes and hope that someone could save the day.

As he began to unbutton my pants, his head suddenly fell onto my lap. I shook it off and opened my eyes to see Sam, with a frying pan in his hands and sweat rolling down his cheeks.

He immediately dropped the pan and ran over to me, helping me get untied and out of the house. He tried to talk to me, but all I did was grab him and kiss him for a long, long time.

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This was a little bit too sad but idc Sam saved the day it's all better now yay. Did ya like my rhyme that I just did there? I bet you did. Goodbyeee.

-Ryane ;*