Warm December's

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Winters POV

I look out the window. For some reason it felt good to be by myself for a bit. To get some peace, to feel.... good. We had been in the car for at least 30 minutes. We were stuck in traffic not moving. It was quiet and awkward but I was fine. It felt weird though. For some odd reason I had this weird feeling in my stomach. It was too quiet. He didn't say anything when I got in. He just drove. There was no music on, it was just silent.

I turn on my phone, just so I can listen to music when I see missed calls from dean. What the hell? I press call back waiting. It only took about a second before he answered.

"Thank god. Winter are you okay!" I hear him yell.

"Uh yeah! What's that sound?" I ask. I could hear wind rushing past him, loud honks. Where was he?

"It doesn't matter. All that matters is you getting out of the car! He texted me Winter! You need to get out. The person your driving with is bad! Hes going to hurt you! Get out." I look to the front of the car and I see him looking at me in his mirror.

"Dean I'm scared." I whisper.

"I'm coming don't worry. Your gonna be fine. I'm not losing you again you here me. I just need you to tell me where you are." I smile about to respond but it disappears when I hear the door unlock and Jacob sits right next to me with a gun pointed to my head.

"Dean... he's sitting right next to me. A gun is pointed to my head." I close my eyes tightly breathing rather hard.

"Where are you!" He yells at the phone, I'm about to respond when Jacob takes my phone and puts it on speaker.

"Hi dean." He smirks.

"Don't touch her! You hear me! Don't you dare touch her. I will kill you!" He yells and I'm crying as he presses the gun harder on my head.

"Don't worry. It will be fast or maybe I could make it last." His smirk lasts as he finishes the sentence.

"Jacob I swear to you. She dies, you die. You hear me."

"I could live with it." Then he ends the call and I let more tears fall down.

"Jacob please. You already took everything from me. My mom, my dad, my sister, my home. What else do you want!" I cry. "You shot me. I was put into coma what else could you possibly do."

"I guess killing you wouldn't be as fun as I hoped. I want you to feel the pain I felt growing up. I want you to feel the pain of being slapped, and punched and pushed. I want you to feel the pain of heartbreak and sadness as I did."

"I have felt the sadness and heartbreaking pain! I was hurt by your people that last time you took me! You don't have to do this. Remember when we were little and we used to play out in my front yard. We were happy." I cry. But he avoids what I was saying completely and talks again.

"Maybe I can make you watch as I torture dean." He smiles.

"No! Take my life. Don't hurt him. He did nothing."

"Oh oh oh. I hit a soft spot." He smiles again putting his finger under my chin so our eyes could meet.

"Or maybe emma."

"No please. Kill me, torture me, do anything. Just don't hurt them."

"Well since deans on his way I guess that could work. Get out of the car." He takes his gun off my head but still has it pointed at me. I look at him.

"Get out of the damn car!" He yells and I hop out wanting to run. He gets out on the other side and makes his way toward me.

"Now walk." He whispers into my ear and I again close my eyes tightly so I won't cry. I don't move. I stay still to scared to move.