Chapter 25: Scared For My Life-Bo's POV

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A/N This chapter takes place at the same time as the last one. Just an FYI

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"It's been almost half an hour and nobody has come yet," Charles pointed out in a voice that was dripping with fake sympathy. "Poor you." 

"Shut up," I muttered, getting really tired of this whole game of his he's decided to play, me being his play piece. 

"I shall not," He snapped back, obviously angered. But what does he have to be angry about? He's the one that hurt me in the break up and the one that broke into my house so he doesn't have the right to be angry. I do, he does not. 

"Why are you angry with me?" I asked, honestly curious to see what his answer would be. "You're the one who hurt me, so why are you the angry one?" 

"What kind of a question is that?" He asked, utterly disgusted by it. 

"A good one," I answered. "A question that should be answered." 

"Who are you to tell me what to do?"

"Who are you to break into my house?" I retorted. He replied without a single word. I had just pissed off the moster, and he was going to make me regret it. 

I felt a hard slap, almost like a punch, on my cheek and the pain was temporarily absent then came in like another punch, it spreading all over my face to the point where I was able to feel it from the area of contact all the way to the tip of my nose and my mouth tingling. 

"What the hell was that for!" I almost screeched, but I didn't. I didn't for my own safety, because if I did it would probably just result in yet another hit, so I just winced in agony. 

"Not talking?" He asked. I didn't reply because I knew that it would defeat the purpose of him asking the question. "Good choice." 

I'm shivering out of fear over whether or not I will actually survive this deadly situation. I've discovered that Charles is holding a gun, a very small pistol to be less blunt about it. I'm scared and fearing for my life to say the least. 

Time is certainly not my friend in this position I've ended up in. One minute I was channel surfing on the couch and the next my door is broken down and I'm being held captive in my own living space. Quite a change in scenary don't you think? The seconds aren't going by fast enough and I just wish that Charles would decide that he's getting nowhere and nothing out of this and just fuck off, that someone would come along, whether it be the person I thought I could count on, Danny, or a friend that just happens to drop by this late out of concern, or that this agony I'm in would just come to an end. In what way, I don't really care, I just want this pain to end. 

Charles is contently staring at the door and taking quick glances over at me while tapping the handle of his gun with the fingertips on his unoccupied hand, the other one busy with holding my neck. For whatever reason I'm oblivious to, but yet again why would I know? This is one of the things that the evil villian keeps a secret. 

I turn my head as far as I can to hopefully catch a glimpse out the window to see if anybody just happens to be out there, and on the off-chance that there is, I'll take the risk of screaming for help. I'm sure anybody close by would be able to hear it since the door's been taken out. One of the few flaws in his plan that can be a possible disadvantage, but yet again since nobody's out wandering the streets this late it can be disreguarded. I catch a quick glimpse of a figure outside and I immediately know who it is. 

He came after all. 

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Here you go! Another chapter! I wanted to do a chapter from Bo's perspective that occurs at the same time as Danny arranging to help out. I felt that it would add dimension and effect to it as well as be kinda cool. I also wanted to give you guys some insight on Bo's mindset and thinking process is at the moment. Tell me what you think!

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