Chapter twenty Three

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Tiffanys POV

"Dad?"

"Hello, Daughter" he grins at me.

"Why. How?" So many questions but yet I can't seem to spit them out

"Where's rylee?" I ask first

"Looking for you" the guy next to him walks away

"Why?" I ask

He touches my cheeks and I flinch

"Hold still" his hands touch my hair.

"Dad..." the guy comes back and my dad grabs something out of his hand

"This will only hurt a little bit"

He brings a needle to my neck and stabs me. A huge shock of pain spreads threw my body. I wince in pain and try to move my hand to make him stop. Unfortunately all my hand was able to do is move a half a inch. I try to keep my eyes open, but there feeling heaver and heaver. My body seems to gain more weight and my vision is back to blurriness. I slowly close my eyes and my mind slowly shuts down. He moves my hair behind my ear then whispers in my ear

"Now Rylee's turn" He chuckles then shuts the door as the sound of his footsteps die within each step he takes.

Rylees POV

When we get into the car Nash speeds.
"Where are you even going??" Hayes screams over the music blaring threw the radio. I turn the knob down so we can all hear each other. Nash doesn't answer Hayes, Only keeping his eyes on the road.
"Nash. Slow down, we will find her the cops will find her. don't worry" he doesn't answer just tightens his grip on the steering wheel. "Nash. You a little salty" Me and hayes laugh nervously. "will you guys stop making this look like it not a big deal!" He screams finally "This is a huge deal. Rylee this is your fucking sister and you don't give a fuck. What the fuck is wrong with you! And hayes, Come on you-" he stops and Hayes glares at him "Do.Not.Say.it" he grits threw his teeth.
I roll my eyes and go on my phone. I go on Twitter and decide to tweet something.

I'm starting to wonder if you ever really cared

Instantly over 2,000 people retweets it. I lock my phone and Nash turns the volume up.

Hayes tweets me

"Of coarse I do bby❤️😘"

I look over my shoulder to him and laugh at him.

"Who said it was about you?"

The car starts to spin Nashs arm covers my face I start to scream and cry. "NASH WHAT THE FUCK-" when it slowly stops spinning. Nashs arm drops and Hayes starts to throw up. I look at hayes and start to climb in the back to help hayes when the car slowly tilts over "FUCK" Nash screams. my head slams against the car window and I scream in pain. Hayes is on the car floor and Nash is laying back in the seat. are they dead? No I scream and start to cry. blood comes down my head and I cry harder. This really hurts. Everyone around me starts to get blurry and I close my eyes. What about Hayes?.

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