15. the rescue operation

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN | Savior Again

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN | Savior Again

[three hours ago]

"I SWEAR I DIDN'T KILL any of you-" another punch was introduced to my face. Their hands grabbed me from my hair and I was pulled up against the black interior of the shady van.

"He's their pet," the boy with grey eyes sneered. "You do their bidding, right?" His face was levelled with mine. I knew if I nodded, I'd get punched again. No matter what, I would be the prey so I nodded. Wait, I didn't mean to do anything. Shit.

Another punch. The pain was so much, I had to take a double take. How could he pack so much in his punch? This is barbaric.

Everything became dark when I felt a punch lighting up a switch in my mind. I could feel more blood oozing out and covering the surface of my face that was already covered in dried blood. A hiccup escaped me as I grimaced through the pain; bruises decorated my entire face. "G-guys," I croaked.

"Those sluts killed his little brother. His brother was all he had," the grey eyed person hissed, his eyes glaring daggers at me. "We know now the bombshell Natalie Burns isn't the one to work this whole out, its somebody else who doesn't show their face to anyone but you've seen that certain someone, haven't you? You know it's a her. Who is she?"

Savannah.

The last that I saw of her, she was too vulnerable. In this state, she didn't deserve what they wanted to do with her. She should be at rest, not out there doing whatever that she did in her free time. Killing bunnies and kicking puppies. The usual.

In pain and in blood, I tried to shake my head. Gritting my teeth, I shook my head again. "I-I don't...know.."

Alec pushed forward, rubbing a hand over his stubble as he walked towards me. There was a frown on his face. "Whoever she is she killed...him, Sebastion. You can't protect people who are monsters. She's a murderer and even if you feel some kind of weird with her, it's not real."

I closed my eyes briefly. I don't.

When he felt my reluctance, the corner of his lips lifted to reveal his displeasure. Then he moved his left hand to signal for an order to his boys. Due to the disappearance of my glasses, I couldn't see or figure out what he ordered to them.

"End it," he retorted calmly before pulling open the doors of his van. I struggled with my injuries to straighten myself up, buckling my knees so I don't put too much pressure on the ankles. "Smoker dude, my sister...she's with the Coopers. Please get her. T-They--" I coughed up blood or maybe the blood got mixed with my saliva. "--when I'm late, they place her outside on the porch. You've got to listen." I breathed out roughly. Maybe, one of their hard blows punctured my lungs. Is that possible?

He froze. Yes.

"Look, I know...I know you care for Al. Help."

Alec growled slowly under his breath. "I don't fucking care about anyone." He turned around and stormed towards my trembling form. "Because when I do, they all get hurt. All of them."

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