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Chapter Fourteen: "Always Been Clumsy"

I turn to face him, "Jackson."

He takes off his mask and cups my face. I lean in, but rear my knee up to hit him hard in the crotch. I cross the room so he can't grab me.

"While we were driving I was thinking about everything you've done to me," I lifted my gun as he stood back up, "You tried to kill Will. You killed Chris," I cocked the gun, "You killed Macy. You threatened to kill my only brother. And you almost broke me." I shot the gun. The bang ringed in my ears. Tears welding in my eyes, I look up to see him two feet in front of me. An enraged look. I missed. He grabbed at my wrist.

"All I did," he gritted through his teeth, "Was show you the truth."

I struggle to get away, "What truth?"

"You don't need them. You're fine without Chris, you're fine without Macy. You don't need any of them, but me."

"You're insane!" I cry. He smiles devilishly.

"Perhaps," he grabs a syringe from off a workbench and presses the needle to my neck. I force him away, taking the gun from the floor and pointing it at him. He pulls out a switchblade and takes another step toward me. I cock the gun and pull the trigger. Nothing. One bullet, and I had used it. Will I swear if I make it out alive, I myself will kill you.

"Uh-oh," he laughs, "I guess that plan failed."

He took another step toward me. I trip backwards and fall against the wall. He chuckles.

"You have always been clumsy."

I look around for an exit but I am surrounded. Jackson took one final step closer to me. I did what came to my mind first, I punched him. He grabbed my neck and held me against the wall.

"You're foolish," he claimed. I gulp, my eyes slowly closing. The syringe. Then everything went black.

~

My eyes flutter open. Where am I? I look up and see my hands tied above my head. I see Jackson kneeling in front of me, untying my shoes. Is he undressing me? I try to scream but I realize that I have been gagged. He looks up at me in alarm. He leans in and kisses my cheek. Tears streaming down my face, I try my best to flail around. I try to kick him, my legs tied together but not to the ground. He looks at me with wide eyes. His face darkens and he takes out his switchblade once again.

"I thought you were so smart but I guess not," he sighs. He touches the tip of his blade under my rib cage, and slowly digs it into my body. I scream out in pain and he smiles at me. He yanks out the blade from my gut, releasing a stream of blood. The sound of sirens flare. Jackson stands up and turns around only to be punched in the face by Ethan, Will standing right behind him.