Same old route (Ianthony)

chapter thirty seven

(tw: homophobic language)

Anthony POV

After about 4 hours of crawling we all made it to my house. The boy was in front of me and climbed upwards and out of the hole. I followed behind him and we both helped the rest up out the hole.

We walked towards my house and I went to unlock it when I realised it was already unlocked. Panic started to set in. Did I forget to lock it? What if someone's in there right now? I ignore it and open the door letting everyone trail in.

I told them to wait in the living room and I would be in there shortly. I went in and asked what drinks everyone would like, well I tried my best half of them don't speak or understand english but they communicated in their own way and translated to me.

I walked into the kitchen and screamed out of fear. "How stupid does someone have to be to not realise that there's people in the house." Dad. Not only that but 5 other people dressed in tuxes with dark shades on with earpieces and guns, and tied in chairs, Mum and Mark.

They were awake and looking at me with worry and fear swirling in their eyes. No no no no, this cannot be happening! I was furious but terrified at the same time.

"You even left the door unlocked for us, thanks so much for making it easier." He mocks, smirking his devilish mouth. I was paralysed with fear.

"Are you okay Mr.Anthony?" Cara, one of the tribe members called from the living room.
Shit.

"Who the fuck is that?" Dad spat. "A f-friend." I stutter out. "Well let's go take care of them then. Smith, Daniels, you're coming with me. No no please. I block the doorway and stare down my father, he looks down at me and chuckles. "Don't make this hard for yourself, Son." Rage coursed through my veins.

"Don't you dare call me son you asshole." I whisper through gritted teeth. He raises an eyebrow at me and looks at one of the guys who followed him and gave him a look. The guy handed him a gun and he pressed it to my forehead. "Move you faggot." He hissed. It was more painful than any punch or kick. "Oh you thought I didn't know about your little crush on one of the tribe kids?" He laughed. "Well, we'll take him first." Not him. "NO!" I screamed, crying and panting. Not him dear god please.

One of the guys took advantage of my weak state and pushed me harshly so I stumbled backwards onto the harsh wooden floor underneath. They walked through to the living room.

This was it.

I was going to die.

And so was everyone I loved.

Goodbye world.

Goodbye Mum.

Goodbye Mark.

Goodbye Felix and Jack and Mark and PJ.

Goodbye boy.

I'll never forget any of you.

(A/N hahahahhahaahahahahhahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahah

also i have a lot of plans soon and i start school in like a week and this year im doing GCSEs/finals so its gonna be a lot so yeah expect slow updates)