The Way That You Saved Me (Completed/Part 1) (In Editing)

Chapter Sixteen (Continued)

I couldn't move. Why would Simon, of all people, do this? I would've expected Kennedy to do this before I would expect Simon. Heck, I'd expect Katie to do this before I'd expect Simon.

"What?" I blurt out.

He laughs again. "Who else would do this to you?"

I shake my head, unable to speak.

"Have a seat. I'll tell you all about how this happened." He motions to a red chair in front of his desk. 

Reluctantly, I sit down. 

"Now, where do I begin? Ah, yes. When you first started dating Harry." He smirks at me and I say nothing. "See, when a teenage boy is in love, he can become very distracted. For example, distracted from his work. He kept forgetting the words, missing beats, doing the wrong dance moves, etc. At first, he didn't know what, or who should I say, was causing this until Harry revealed that you were his girlfriend. Simon wanted to be nice so, he just stated that Harry needed to focus more on his work than on girls. He hoped this would give Harry the hint to break up with you, to no avail. 

"So, he decided to see if Harry was getting better at focussing and if so, he would let you both be together. Unfortunately, that didn't happen. In fact, Harry was focussing less and less. So, Simon decided to do something. Considering the fact that I am a close personal friend of his - not to mention I am excellent at this sort of thing - he hired me to do this." He motions around us.

Anger is dwelling in me so much that I don't know what to do.

Finally, I speak, "So what do you expect to do with me here?" I say, my voice filled with hatred. "It's not like Harry didn't see your little 'friend' take me away. He's going to do everything he can to get me out of here."

His smile vanishes. "And how do you propose that? If he finds out about you being dead he certainly won't be doing everything in his power to get you back."

"So you're going to kill me?" I ask, worriedly.

"Of course not. We would be in serious trouble if we did that. But, that doesn't mean we can't tell everyone you are dead. Harry will go back no normal and it will be a band again."

"You can't do that!" I scream.

"Why? Because if I do people will give up the search for you?" He smirks.

"I..you can't!" I studder.

"Of course I can. And, I can get someone to help you with your arm. Sorry about that. Craig gets a little carried away while kidnapping people." He snaps his fingers and a red headed lady comes in with a first aid kit.

"Clean her up and get that arm stitched up please." Says the man.

She nods and starts to wipe a wet cloth on my aching arm. I look away from the large gash as she starts to stitch the wound closed.

"Now, how would you like to 'die'?" He asks.

"What are you talking about?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Relax. We aren't really going to kill you. Just fake it and take some pictures so it seems more realistic." He states simply.

"Uh..I don't know..?" 

"Well, you could be stabbed to death, shot, raped, suffocated, drown, choked, electrocuted, etc. Anyway would be great."

I just stare at him with my jaw dropped. 

"If you don't choose one, we'll choose for you. Actually, we'll choose for you anyway. Shawna? Go get the made up artist and tell her that she needs to make Bethanie look like she was drown." He says and the red head - Shawna? - nods and quickly leaves the room.

"Drown?" I ask.

"I think it would be the worst way to die, so yes." He smirks.

God, he was so creepy.

Suddenly a dark haired woman walks in, pulling a big make up cart behind her.

"Ready to die?" She smiles sweetly.

I hate how she thinks I'm wanting this to happen. Or at least she acts like it.

"I..guess so.." I say as she turns my chair around and looks at me.

"Okay. Well first, I'm going to put this in your hair. It makes it look wet though it really isn't." She says and pulls out a blue bottle. Squirting it on my hair she moves it around.

It felt so gross. Honestly, I wanted to just shave my head.

"Perfect! Now for the make up. I'm going to apply a bluish-purple tinted foundation on your face to show the 'loss of oxygen'."

I sit there quietly as she makes me look dead. That sounds so weird. 

"Make up is done! Now, we have to make your clothes damp, as if we just dragged you out of a lake." She starts spraying water all over my clothes and soon they are damp. "We also have to cover up those stitches since you didn't have them before you came here."

I look at my arm which was now clean and stitched perfectly. 

"We'll make that a gash!" She smiles at the man. He smiles back devilishly. "Oh, this would be a horrible way to die! It's perfect!" 

She gets busy on my fake wound and I sit there quietly. 

When she is done, she smiles and takes a step back. As if admiring her work.

"Take a look at yourself." She smiles and pulls a mirror in front of me.

It takes all I can do not to gasp. I really did look dead.

"Well, what do you think?" She asks.

"I..I look dead alright." I say looking at my light blue face with running make up and small spots of purple. My hair looks wet and tangled. My clothes are still really damp and the 'gash' on my arm looks more horrific than the real one.

"How about you sir?" She turns me around and the man smiles evilly.

"She looks perfectly drowned." He says, still smiling.

"Picture time?" She asks.

He nods and she stands me up and leads me into a dark room.

"Phillip?" She says quietly and the lights suddenly turn on.

"Karmen!" A tall man with blonde hair smiles. "Is this my model?" 

"She sure is! She was just 'drown'." She smiles at him.

"Nice to meet you, Beth. I'm Phillip." He holds out his hand and I just stare at it until he pulls away.

"I think you should take her out by the lake to take the photos." Says Karmen.

"Yes, I think so too." He smiles and takes my hand, leading my out a large door and down to a murky lake. "Just lay there and we'll do the rest." He instructs and I do.

They lay my hair in all different directions, dampen my clothes a little more, and set my jaw.

"Keep your eyes in that cold stare. It just defies The look of death." Says Phillip.

That just sounds creepy. But, I kept my eyes that way. And it wasn't because I was trying to. It was because I knew Harry was going to have to see these pictures. He was going to think I really was dead. And it just tears me apart inside to realize that.