You've Got it Bad

Thirty Seven

Was listening to this song as I wrote this and felt it would be appropriate if you did too 😘

Nobody's POV

Perrie's heart raced as she laid on the cold concrete floor, her wrists still tied tightly together in front of her with barbed wire.

The jagged metal bit into her skin, and her broken arm throbbed with every slight movement. She tried to steady her breathing, her mind scrambling for any sliver of hope.

That's when she remembered.

Her phone. It was still in her bra. She'd stashed it there when she left the coffee shop without thinking, but now it felt like a lifeline. They'd taken her purse, but thankfully they hadn't checked her body.

Moving as carefully as she could, she used her good hand to nudge at the edge of her bra, feeling the familiar hard rectangle. Relief washed over her.

Perrie bit down on her lip as she pulled the phone free, the barbed wire scraping against her raw wrists. Tears welled in her eyes, but she pushed through the pain.

When she finally got the phone out and into her hands, she nearly cried with joy—until she saw the screen. 1% battery.

"Shit," she muttered under her breath, her voice trembling.

She hurried to unlock the screen, her fingers shaking as she navigated to her messages. There was no time to think about what to say. Her thoughts were jumbled, her emotions running wild, but one thing was clear: she needed to warn Jade.

Jade, idk if I'll make it, but please don't go ho—

The phone lagged, the screen freezing just as she tried to hit send. Panic clawed at her chest as the screen flickered and went black.

"No," she gasped, her voice breaking as tears spilled down her face. "No, no, no!"

She clutched the phone to her chest, her body trembling. She didn't know if the message had gone through, but she clung to the hope that it had. It was the only thing keeping her together.

She prayed Jade would understand the message. A partial warning was better than nothing. If she'd tried to type more, the phone could have died completely, and Jade wouldn't have received anything. That thought alone was unbearable.

With trembling hands, Perrie winced as she carefully stuffed the phone back into her bra, the barbed wire slicing into her raw skin with every tiny movement.

She gritted her teeth, forcing herself to stay quiet despite the pain. She couldn't let anyone know she'd used it.

Just as she managed to tuck the phone away, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed from the hallway outside. Her body tensed, and her heart began to pound in her chest.

Seconds later, the door creaked open, and a figure stepped into the dimly lit room.

Her stomach dropped when she saw the face she thought she'd never have to see again. A face she would never forget.

The lump in her throat grew as her breath hitched. It was him.

Jimmy.

"What's up, sis?" Jimmy asked, and Perrie felt sick to her stomach.

"J-J... b-but... how?" She stuttered.

"How am I still alive? Because your stupid ass girlfriend doesn't know what she's doing. But no worries. Soon none of you will be a problem." He smirked. "You've been a lot less than helpful in finding her, sis. That kinda makes you more useless than you already were. Luckily, we've already found her. It's only a matter of time now."

"W-what do you m-mean you've f-found her?" Perrie stuttered again, fearing the worst.

"We've got her. No thanks to you, of course." He laughed. "My buddy who was here with you has her right now. They're on the phone.... but now that I think of it, I did give him the okay, so she's probably dead already." He held up the phone to show that he was in fact on a call.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Perrie screamed out.

"PERRIE!" She heard Jade scream as Jimmy put the phone on speaker, still laughing.

"JADE!" Perrie cried as she heard struggling on the other end of the line.

"PERRIE! HOLD ON, BABY! IM—"

Suddenly no more struggling was heard as the loud bang of a gunshot echoed through the line.

"JADEEEEEE!!!!" Perrie screamed louder than she ever had in her life, causing her throat to burn as the sound she least wanted to hear crushed her down to the bone.

She felt her heart break into a million pieces at the sound of a gunshot over the phone. She had finally heard Jade's voice after being worried sick, only to be met with gunfire and then ear splitting silence before the line went dead.

Despite the excruciating pain she was in after hours and hours of torture, she couldn't help but think of Jade. The sound of her voice. Her beautiful face. Her favorite pair of eyes. Her killer smile. And the sound of a bullet ripping all of that to shreds.

She had been crying since she woke up in this awful place, but nothing compared to the scream she let out after hearing what she heard. It had come from deep in her soul, and weakened her.

She felt herself slowly going numb, the feeling of the wires in her skin becoming further and further from her mind. The last few months of her life flashed before her eyes, from the moment she met Jade and fell helplessly in love with her, to now.

There wasn't anything on this earth that she wouldn't do for Jade. She loved her more than life itself. In such a short amount of time, Jade had managed to swoop into Perrie's life, and turn everything upside down, and now Perrie felt that there was no way she could exist in a world that didn't have Jade in it.

She didn't know what she was expecting to come of this situation, but she sure as hell didn't expect it to end with her losing the other half of her soul. She had faith that Jade would be alright. She had faith that the brunette would find her, and that the both of them would be alright.

Not that she would die.

That hurt on another level. More than anything she had ever felt in her life. And the fact that she was here, tied to a chair, and couldn't be there to help Jade fight for her life broke something in Perrie that she didn't believe could ever be repaired. It was more pain than she could bear.

The light in her eyes flickered out, and she felt like a shell of a human. There was no point. Jade had become her point.

While Jimmy was off to the side, watching her shatter into pieces, and seemingly enjoying it, Perrie closed her eyes.

They burned, as all she saw was Jade. And all she heard was a bullet taking her away. She just knew they had forever to go, not that it would all end just as quickly as it started.

"Do it." She said quietly, eyes still closed.

"What was that?" Jimmy asked.

"FUCKING DO IT!" She yelled, now staring right through him. "YOU WANTED HER DEAD, AND SHE IS. NOW GO AHEAD AND KILL ME NEXT. DO IT AND PUT AN END TO THIS TORTURE AND MISERY!"

Her voice strained with every word she said.

"Wow, sis. I didn't expect you to give up so easily." He laughed. When Perrie said nothing, he continued. "It's not going to be that easy for you, though. You're going to suffer. You're going to sit in that chair and bleed out until you rot to death down here. I'm not going to put you out of your misery. I'm going to let you feel all of it until either it or your wounds kills you. Either way, it will be slow and painful."

Perrie still said nothing. She just sat there with her eyes shut. Her broken heart burning a hole in her chest.

"Have a nice night, Perrie. Hopefully you'll be dead by morning." He said, and with that he shut the light off, leaving her in nothing but darkness with her thoughts.

Darkness on the outside that matched the darkness on the inside. In her eyes, death couldn't come quick enough.

We love a good cliffhanger, don't we? 🌚

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