Torn

Chapter 11

Michaels POV:

Sucre cam back in with a USB. "What's on that?" John asked. He just shrugged. I went over to the tv and saw a USB port.

I grabbed the USB and plugged it in the tv. It started and I saw Alex with tear stained face. We did this.

"Hello Michael. This is probably the last you'll hear from me cause I'm done." I looked at the screen.

She looked at Paul who was loading his gun. "I have given myself in and I'm letting Paul finish the job."

"I told you that you'll either find me dead or in prison. I guess being dead is the way to go." Paul put the gun to her heart and shot.

She fell to the ground lifeless then the video stopped. I looked at everyone. John was on the brink of tears.

"I did this." We all looked at him. "We all did this." I said. The video didn't stop and everyone heard laughing.

We looked at the tv and saw Alex get up laughing then another shot before it cut off. How did the bullet not kill her?

Paul's POV:

I looked at Alex. Why is she doing this? Michael came out of the room and looked at me.

I looked at where Alex was and saw her gone. Michael looked at me. "Where is she?" He yelled.

I looked at the ground then back at him. "Dead!" I could tell that he cared a lot. He grabbed my shirt and brought me closer.

"Where is she?" I looked at the ground. "I don't know. She toke off when you came out here."

He put me down and looked at Lincoln. "Alex is on the phone." He said confused.

Michaels POV:

I looked at Paul. "Take care of him." I went in the house and toke the phone from John. "Hello?"

"Hi there. Remember me?" Why is she doing this? "Of course I remember you. I care about you a lot."

She only laughed. "Cut the act Michael. If you really cared you would've followed me out the door."

I sighed. "This isn't an act." "Yeah sure. Why'd you have to rough up Paul?" I tensed. She was near.

"What do you mean?" I tried acting dumb but it didn't work. "You know what I mean so don't act dumb."

I only sighed. I heard another voice. "Hello there Alexia." "Mahone." She was panicking again.

"Michael help me please. I'm at a warehouse not far from there." She hung up. I looked at everyone.

"Alex is in trouble." They just looked at me. I ran out the door with the others following. "What do you mean she's in trouble?"

I looked at T-bag. "A guy named Mahone was there and she seemed scared." They nodded and continued running.

We made it to the warehouse and went in to see Alex laying on the ground unconscious. Mahone came in the room and laughed.

He walked towards Alex and kicked her which woke her up. She looked around until Mahone kicked her again.

She curled up in a ball away from us. He went over towards her and whispered something in her ear.

Your POV:

"Michaels not coming. He doesn't care. Look at him over there just standing there." He pointed somewhere.

I looked and saw Michael. He met my eyes and seemed shocked. I tried to stand up but fell.

I looked at Michael again. "Don't just stand there, do something Michael." He moved to go after Mahone.

I felt a force being put on my chest and saw Mahones shoe. I looked up at him and grabbed his ankle.

I brought him to the ground so Michael and the others can do something. I heard running and muffled voices.

I looked around and brought my hands to my throat. I can't breathe. Someone grabbed me and brought me to the corner.

Johns POV:

I could tell that Alex was having a panic attack. She wasn't responding to anyone. "Michael come deal with your girlfriend."

He looked at Lincoln who only nodded. They traded places. Michael went over towards Alex who was shaking.

"Alex look at me." He tried. She didn't respond to that. He picked her up bridal style and motioned us to leave.

We left a unconscious Mahone on the ground and went back to the cabin.

Michaels POV:

We made it back to the cabin and I brought Alex to mine and her room. I put her on the bed and she fell asleep.

I went down and looked at everyone. "She hasn't spoken to me at all." Everyone nodded. "She'll talk to you soon."

I nodded and went to make dinner.

Your POV:

I woke up with a jolt and found myself in a room. I sat up and looked around. I remember what happened.

Tweener came in the room and looked at me. "Michael she's up!" He yelled. I looked at the ground.

"Alex you good?" Michael asked. I didn't answer. "Talk to me Alex." I could tell that he was getting frustrated.

I looked at him. "What's there to talk about?" "You know!" He yelled. I flinched and backed away from him. PTSD. Not again.