Don't make the same mistakes again

The fear of losing you

Dylan

Mark called in at about eight asking if I would join them for surfing, well obviously I wouldn't head to my death zone and watch them kiss and hug all and go home feeling shaken with jealousy, so I told him I felt sick. He didn't even ask me how I was, just a heartless, "K." I feel like our friendship was never going to work out, just like how me and Bray---

A ring from my phone interrupted my thoughts. Brayleigh. "Hey, Bray?"

"Have you seen Emily?"

"Emily? Why would you think she's at my place?"

"I know she pays you visits, can you please answer my question?" My heart was pounding in my chest, oh no she knows!

"Of course she's not here, there's nothing---"

"Did anyone call?" She didn't even give me time to complete my sentence, and somehow I feel relieved. 

"Yes, Mark did, but it was about forty five minutes ago, why?"

"Look we were planning to go surfing."

"Yes, I know."

"The thing is......" The thing is what? "none of them are here, I tried calling all of their phones, but none of them picked up, Dylan, I'm very worried." Oh no, oh shit!  "Stay there, I'm coming to get you."

"Okay." I hung up grabbed a coat, a wrapped up knife, out of instincts and just in case, and I rushed out of the house.

Brayleigh

I was in full spirits when I hit the beach, only to find out that none of them were there. I searched the beach thoroughly, but only found Mark, Paul and Theresa's boards ditched at the rocks. I called all of them, texted, even called and screamed for them, but all I got was nothing.

As I was scrolling through my contacts, Dylan's came out, I had no choice but to call him even when I was not even sure of what to say to him. He picked up almost immediately, and he must have sensed the worry in my voice, because he was already coming over to pick me up before I could explain anything.

It seemed like forever and my stomach was giving me jittery butterflies, I was so nervous. I hoped nothing happened to them and that they were probably just grabbing some food or... and his words came back to me.

"I would never dream of hurting you, my love, but the next time we meet, which would be awfully soon, one of them would die if you continue refusing me."

I gasped. I ran. I didn't know where to go, but I was so sure Tony had been out from his one week of imprisonment, he may have went to the nearest empty house. Mark. The realization crept unto me and I was shaking in horror. I texted Dylan. 

He is after them, they're at Mark's.

A stream of messages came in but I ignored all of them, and did what I always did, run.

I was at Mark's already, sure enough, I could make out figures, the lights were turned on dimly. I hid in a bush and looked at Dylan's messages. 

Who is the he?

Brayleigh!

What's happening?

Speak to me!

Okay I'm almost coming.

I'm calling the police! Tell me what's wrong. 

Don't do this to me Brayleigh!