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Octavia's POV

I woke up.

Gosh my right side hurts.

I groan, turning my head to my waist.

Oh my gosh.

I got shot.

Yesterday's memories pour into my head and i scream, hovering my hands over the sore spot.

Ethan awakens beside me, his eyes open wide in alarm but soften once he sees its me. "Hey relax..." he purrs, running his hand over my arm.

I whimper, looking down at my waist.

"You're okay now....." Ethan tells me, lacing his fingers with mine.

I nod, feeling myself calm down. "Where's Madison? Shouldn't you be with her?" I ask, a little sass shining through my tone.

He scratches the back of his head awkwardly. "That's the thing...... I broke up with her."

I throw my head back, chuckling sarcastically. "What was it this time?"

He smiles to himself. "It was another girl...."

I raise my eyebrow. "You've been here for a while? You haven't even met any other girls...." I question.

He looks up at me.

I turn my head.

"Oh my gosh." I sighs under his breath with a chuckle. "It's you,"

"Oh." I reply, taken aback. I blink, smiling a little. "Me?"

"Yeah."

"Cool."

He nods, leaning in to my lips.

I close my eyes of course, leaning in.

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*one month later*

Madison was still slightly friendly. She seemed to move onto Justyn.

Everything was perfect.

Ethan's POV

And there Victor was.

Octavia and I couldn't stay captive any longer.

So we did it.

Weeks of research led it to us.

That goddamn locket.

So he was sitting in front of the tv.

Octavia snuck up, a lamp in her hand.

She tip toed up, holding the pan behind her head before he was just about to swing.

But he turned his head.

Victor held her wrist, wrapping his arm around her neck, getting her to gasp for air.

I try and pull him off, earning a wack with the pan.

Ouch.

Victor grabbed his gun, aiming it at Octavia's forehead.

I raised my hands in surrender, looking at Octavia, trying to calm her down.

Every feeling I had about her was rushing through my head.

No. He can't.

She's my girl.

"Come on man... Please don't do this." I whimper, feeling my chest ache.

He chuckled, pushing the trigger down with his thumb.

And everything went black.

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