Chapter 20

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Kiara's POV

I just saw my worker, my brother, my friend...lifeless. What are we doing? Collects girls, young women for some sick "teacher"? First he kills his wife, now he's doing the same to these young girls? Am I next? Is Val next? Mia is next... I need to help all of them. I need to save us.

*Ding!* A text message comes through my phone from: BOSS

"I know you're a little hurt. But he was dead weight. It's better this way. Do your fucking job. Thanks hun."

Do my job? Bet. I rush to the room Mia was locked in. I see her, close to death on the floor. She didn't deserve this. She was...a tutor.
I kneel down and check her pulse, it's so faint but she's still alive. She's gotten so skinny from us not being able give her actual food. He likes the girls to be more on the skinny side with is profiling ass.
Mia's eyes are squinted, like she's asleep but she's not at the same time. She's breathing so lightly, she needs to get out of here.

Mia's POV

I'm faking everything, I need to get out of here. When I was little, I loved to play dead. I would lay on the floor and stop breathing. When my mom found me, she would check my pulse and it'd be faint. I was never sure why my pulse slowed down so much, but it did. I'm healthy trust me, I just call it "talent".
Kiara was so close to my face, just looking at me. She left the room and came back with a brown sac. She dumped it on a nearby table.
Everything I owned was in the bag. My phone, keys, wallet. It also had some rocks in it. Rocks? The only reason to put rocks in a bag is if you're going to DUMP it.
They were going to get rid of me...

Kiaras back was turned, now was my chance. Yes I was weak, but I could still kick ass. I steadied myself, I was able to balance while squatting. I don't even know if I'm tied up at this point, but I pounce at her knocking her head into the stone wall in front of her.

"What THE FU-"
She turns around, holding the bloody spot in the middle of her forehead. I finally realize I have a free hand, and I punch her with it. My other hand is still wrapped in a cord, or rope, whatever it is. I untangle that and jump towards Kiara again, grabbing her by the neck and strangling her. She's trying everything in her power to get free
Slapping me in the head
Spitting at me
Crying
Punching
But I tighten my grip, I want her to die..
She's been against me this whole time
She was in bed with my boyfriend
Now I'm locked up in some PRISON where I'm being held for what? Money? Sex? I'm getting out. I don't care.
She looks at me with pain in her eyes just before she stops moving completely. I felt something in my heart. Rage, slight satisfaction, insanity...

I look at her, I feel like a killer and I love it. I go over to the table where my phone was. I need to call the police, my mom, somebody.
Where is my mom?
My phone is dead, no juice at all. Fuck.
*ding!*
I hear a phone ding over by Kiara's body. I see flashing in her pocket, her phone!
I get it and I see a message from "BOSS". THATS what I need, who is the boss? The text message reads:
"I hope you have her things ready, kill her now. I've realized I don't really like her. She's too smart for me. I should've studied harder when she was in my class. And I doubt you idiots have been giving her any drugs, so she's not out of it. She's aware of what's going on, I can't do anything with that. Get rid of her and her existence. Her cover story is taken care of. Report back to me when the job is done."

When she was in my class? My teacher? Mr. Wright? Excuse me? What?
*Ding*!

"TYLER won't be with us anymore. I'm otw to his place now"

No, no no no no no no no no no no no no no.
I take my things and Kiaras phone. I need to find the door. I rush down the hallway and I happened to look over to my left into the bathroom. I see... feet?
I step into the bathroom, everything leaves my body. Lawrence...
I've known him since I was basically IN DIAPERS.
What was WRONG? How did he get in this...this MESS? He's gone
I started to tear up but I knew I didn't have time for that. It just hurt me, so bad. He's dead he's really dead. I could've helped him.
The blood was fresh, he'd done this moments before Kiara came into my room. He was alive a few moments ago.....
Maybe he was about to die anyway, just like Tyler.

I see another door to my right, it's got scratch marks and blood on it. I try the knob, it opens.
I step in to see a room full of weapons.
Bats
Guns
Knives
Machetes
Swords
Bats w/ spikes
The whole nine yards. Wow. I want it all.
I grabbed a spike bat and some guns. They had shotguns, yes.

I rushed out the room and found the exit. I stepped out into the darkness, we were literally no where. I ran, I just ran until I found a highway. Just walking down the highway, thinking. Thinking about my mom, thinking about what could be going on at home. It felt like hours until a saw a parked car, it was on. I walked up to it and peered inside, nobody in the front. The car door was unlocked, so I hopped in. Was I good at driving? No.

I looked in the back seat of the car, nobody. Why was this car just on the highway? Anyways.
I was definitely pushing 80 mph, I don't even know where I was going. I just had to get home.

*Tyler's POV*
I started to pack my things, I needed to leave. Change states, maybe the damn country. He'll find me so easily if I'm not smart.

*Phone Ringing*
I pick up phone and see Kiaras caller ID. I decline, I don't wanna hear her mouth Rn. My phone rings again. She's never called me twice before, like ever. I still decline.

"ITS NOT HER" I got a text saying
What? The phone rings again, is it my boss? I answer
"Wha
"TYLER"
Mia? She's on the phone, Kiara's phone. She's driving, she's out? She's out..
"Where are you?" She asks. I can't tell her, these phones are most likely hooked up to his secret surveillance room or something.
"I- I have to go"
"What? No! I have a car. I can help you"
A car? Not that car...
"Where did you find this car?"
"It was on the highway a few miles away from the cabin"
Damn it.
"Get out of that car now, before you die"

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