Kidnapped

Chapter 11

Hope you enjoy chapter 11.

*10 hours later*

I wake up to find myself in a different room. Then I remember. Matt's gone.

Just thinking about him makes me cry.

"Ok, ok, put yourself together Brook." I say, trying to make myself calm.

Nate comes in.

"Morning." He says.

"Where is he? Where'd you put him?" I say a little too fast.

"Don't worry he's in a nice place. Come on, we'll go see him."

*5 minutes*

We get out of the car. We're by the same woods where his wife is.

"Right this way." Nate says.

We walk a little more before Nate says.

"Right here." He points to a dirt patch and a tombstone with Matt's name.

I walk over to the woods and pick a bundle of white flowers and place them on his grave.

"I love you Matt. I'm always here for you." I say as tears start to flow.

I just sit on the ground in front of the grave, and cry.

"It's ok Brook." Nate says rubbing my back.

"No it's not ok." I sob.

"You killed him. You killed him, he didn't do anything, but love me and treat me right. You just had to fuck it up because you got pissed and jealous that I was in love with someone besides you." I cry harder before getting up and running.

Where was I going? I don't know.

I just needed time alone, but of course Nate had to chase after me.

*5 minutes later*

I've been walking for who knows how long, but then I see a clearing. I go closer to it and see it's a road. My way out of here.

Someone drives by and sees me. Just when I thought I was on my way home, Nate wraps his arms around me and pulls me back in, covering my mouth. I start thrashing around, but Nate puts a knife to my throat.

"Make one noise or try that little stunt again, and you'll be with Matt." He warns.

I scream, and instead of carrying out his threat, Nate just cuts my wrists.

"I said shut up." He says.

I pry his hands off my mouth.

"Go ahead, kill me I'd rather be dead than be with you." I say now facing him.

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a gun. He points it at me and puts his finger on the trigger.

"Do it. I'm born to die anyways. I don't care if my life is cut short." I say.

I walk up to him, put my finger on the trigger and press it. The bullet doesn't come, I try it again, but still, no bullet.

"You're such a wuss." I say.

"I couldn't kill you Brook, no way in hell. I've lost enough loved ones." He whispers.

"Yeah right." I say.

"God dammit Brook, can you stop being so fucken stubborn?"

"I'm going to be stubborn for the rest of my life." I say before walking to the car.

Hey guys I was bored so I wrote another chapter for you. Sorry it's short as well. Remember to vote, comment, and follow me please.

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