Chapter 8: Wayne

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I awoke in a strange room. All the walls were painted black and there were no windows. I was tied to a bed in the middle of the room and although I tried to loosen the ropes around my wrists and ankles, I couldn't escape.
"He's awake." Someone shouted from outside of the room. "Tell Wayne." WAYNE? My psycho ex who raped and abused me until we were both put in jail. He caused me to shoot my best friend and gave me this fucking murderer reputation. I didn't mean to kill Owen. I was trying to protect him from Wayne but.. he got in the way of the bullet. He was dead in seconds. The police arrived at the scene shortly after his death. Wayne blamed everything on me and ended us both in jail. I thought he would be in jail for the rest of his life but I suppose he got out?

Moments later a load of men flooded the room with Wayne following after.
"Hello Scott." He said with that signature smirk he had that made me cringe every time. "I bet you're wondering why you're here? I bet you thought that you got rid of me when I was put in jail for 'hurting' you. You killed an innocent soul and you will pay for that."
"I was trying to kill you, you bastard! I never meant to even hurt Owen. He should never have helped me. If he hadn't found out.. well... he might still be alive."
"Well he's dead. Get over yourself Scott. Don't blame this on me! You. Shot. Him. You shot your best friend. Well I bet you're wondering why you're here? I spoke to Travis and he said that you have started at the college he attends. I heard that you have been getting involved with his boyfriend? I thought that after our relationship you would have realised how much it hurts to be cheated on. To know that the one you love is sleeping around with other people. You wouldn't do that, would you Scottie?"
"Shut up Wayne! You have wrecked most of my life but I WILL NOT let you ruin it any further! Let me go!" I waled. Wayne just laughed.
"Okay. I'll let you go."
"What?"
"I'll let you go!" He exited the room for a moment and came back with a needle in his hand. "This might hurt a bit." He slowly brought the needle towards my neck.
"Don't you...." I felt a familiar sharp pain in the side of my neck, the room began to spin and everything went black.

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