Love, hate and everything in between

~Chapter 14~

"Troy, hey." Brooke said laughing in a nervous manner.

"Shut the hell up!" He yelled causing her to close her eyes and nod.

"I should kill you! Right here! Right now! In front of all of them!" He shouted at her. I clenched my fists, but knew there was nothing I could do that wouldn't make matters worse.

"And you." Troy said coming up to me and shoving me back with his hands. "Killing you sounds perfect."

He whipped out a gun from his belt loop and pointed it straight at me.

"Stop, Troy! Please! Don't shoot him!" Brooke said coming up and clinging to his arm. He raised his arm and swung it against her face. She fell back clutching her face.

"You son of a bit**!" I yelled pushing Troy back.

"Touch me again! Touch me again, I dare you!" He yelled back at me.

"James, don't." Brooke whispered holding her cheek.

"I'm done with you." Troy said aiming the gun back at me.

The boys and their girls had all clutched each other tightly keeping as quiet as they could even though you could hear their whimper cries.

"Stop, Troy! Don't shoot him! You can take me! You can do whatever you want with me, but you can't hurt him or any of the others!" Brooke screamed at him.

"They'll just come save you again, princess. Haven't you read into the real world. Happily ever afters don't exist! Get your head out of fairytales!" Troy chuckled annoyed.

"Go to hell!" Brooke screamed at him.

Again, Troy backhanded her and I dove for him. I punched him over and over again until I heard a gun shot and felt a piercing pain.

"No!! You son of a bit**!" Brooke yelled ripping the gun from Troys grasp and throwing it across the room.

••Brooke's POV••

The gun shot was fired and James had been hit. I don't know where, but he had. And I knew he'd either die on the spot or soon lose blood. The boys tried to come help him but Troy only pulled out a knife and threatened them with it. I screamed foul words at Troy while tears poured down my face.

"Time to go, princess." Troy said to me.

"Heaven, hell, nor earth would get me to go with you!" I yelled through blinding tears.

"Let's do this the hard way then."

A similar stinging pain of a shot went through my arm and I instantly passed out, not remembering what happened after that.

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I woke up screaming with terror. I turned over and fell to the floor.

"James, I had this terr-" I began, but soon realized I wasn't in our room. I wasn't with James. I didn't know where I was. I got up and my head began pounding. Wherever I was, it was a lot nicer than the place Troy had taken me to last time. This time I was in an actual room. It had a double bed that had blue diamond bedding on it. There was a white dresser, a white chair in the corner, a blue rug on the floor, and a closet. It was like an actual house. When I went to the door it even opened. For a moment I thought this was all a trick. That was until Troy came out smirking.

"What is this? Where am I?" I asked running my hand around the white painted hallway. "Why is this place so nice?"

"You're in North Carolina, darling." Troy said watching me.

"Why is this place so..not murderous and scary?"

"If you find a place like that, lemme know. Plus, it would've been kinda obvious, don't you think?

"Where's Mark and Vanessa?"

"Separate rooms of the house. Vanessa's is upstairs along with yours. Me and marks are downstairs."

"What is this? Some kind of sick joke?"

"Not yet, no."

"What are you going to do with me?"

"Baby, isn't that obvious? I want you to be my bride. My life and yours. But life won't go so well if you don't cooperate."

"So..you'll kill me?"

"Not necessarily."

"You'll just beat me. Nice, Troy. How could I not have wanted you for a husband?"

"Stop being a smart ass. That doesn't fly so well by me, princess."

"Where's James? What happened to everyone? Did you kill them?"

"The others? No. They're alive."

"James?"

He remained quiet. I widened my eyes at him and waited for a response, but it didn't come.

"I asked you a question! Is James alive?" I shouted at him.

"How do I put this..? No." He answered sarcastically. I felt my heart drop and my throat dried instantly.

"He's..dead?" I repeated.

"Well, he ain't alive, cupcake."

"Shut up!! What did you do to him?! How dare you?! He did nothing! That was my husband!" I pushed him back as hard as I could and he slammed against the wall. I kept hitting and punching him, sobbing in the process.

"You mother fuc-"

"God, you'd think you'd get used to this by now." He said interrupting me.

I punched him one last time before I ran back to the room, which wasn't the one I wanted to be in. I collapsed on the unfamiliar bed and cried harder than I ever had.

•Huh. Unfortunate, right? Right. I'm so writers blocked. I literally am hating this story and my writing. I'm seriously driving myself nuts. I really think I should've just quit writing after the first one to be honest. Blahhhh.

I went to Kings Island yesterday and I literally got so car sick. (Most people get sick from rides..not this girl...) I'm so tired even though I slept till effin noon. I have blisters on my feet too. I literally regret nothing though. Then I come home and nobody even cares. No one even knows I left. There's my vacation story. Woo. (Hoo). <see what I did there..? No. Okay. Luv u.•