Phoebe's POV
I pulled open the huge door to the house, stepping inside and I heard it slam close. I turned around, to see Alex standing there, his hand resting against the door.
"I really didn't think you'd come Phoebs, you're extremely stubborn." He said, pushing himself away from the door.
"You have my friends, what choice did I have?" I said, feeling tears sting the bottom of my eyelids. I closed my eyes momentarily- I will not break down in front of him.
Alex stared at me, and I stared back. I found my mind wandering off, to all the good times we use to have together, how he was so caring, so sweet. It was clear to me now it was all an act.
"What happened Alex?" I whispered and he raised his eyebrows.
"What do you mean?" He asked and I sighed.
"I loved you. I did and it was because I did I broke up with you. You were so caring and sweet, and the more I started to think about the two of us having a future, I got scared. I got scared that I wouldn't love you the way you loved me, so I broke up with you to protect you. You're better than this Alex," I said, taking a step towards him, "please, be the boy I loved. Let my friends go, let me go."
I held my breath, and moved a few strands of hair out of his face. His eyes softened at my touch, and I felt his fingers wrap around my wrist.
"I love you," He whispered, his head bent to the floor, "I love you so much, but you know what you've forgot?"
His head snapped up and he took a tight hold on my wrist and I felt my heart dive into my stomach.
"You've forgotten that I'm not stupid, Phoebe. You really think you can come in here, flutter your eyelashes at me, and that would be this over? No, Phoebe. You're wrong." He said, and he took a handful of my hair, flinging me round and up against the wooden door.
He twisted my head to the side, so that my cheek was resting against the cold wood. I tried to throw him off me, but he had the advantage, and twisted my arm high above my back, making the pain worse every time I moved. I gasped and a shiver ran through my body as I felt him breathe against my ear.
"You think I haven't noticed that you didn't come here with Michael? What you got him doing, huh?" He yelled, his breath hot against my ear. I didn't say anything.
"I'd imagine you have him convinced that he can save your friends. No, no, no Phoebe, I wanted him and you." He whispered and I tried to turn my head round.
"Why? You have me! Isn't that what you wanted?" I cried out and he laughed in my ear.
"No, baby, not anymore. I will take you, yes, but you're gonna watch as I kill him." He rasped, and he reached in his pocket and I saw it was a Walkie Talkie. He pressed down the receiver and talked into it.
"It's Alex. I want you to kill the boys and the girl we captured. I don't have any use for them anymore. I do want you to bring Michael to me, you all know what he looks like." He dropped the device to the floor after he finished speaking, and turned me around to face him.
A tear fell down my face, as I tried to wrestle out of his hold.
"Please don't do this," I whispered and he pouted, trying to mimic pity. That's when we heard a gunshot echo from somewhere in the house, and a smile creeped over Alex's face.
"It's already started."
Annie's POV
My hands were trembling, and I placed my hand on the door of a room that I was about to run past.
