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chapter 12 - Moto' plan

Sakamoto's pov
    Alright I gave them four sleeping pills that should keep them knocked out until tomorrow morning. It's already been a week now so that means tomorrow they'll be expecting them back at school. I still have to get rid of her dad, and a few players players on the volleyball team. Then after that I will drop out so I can spend all my time with my love, Y/n.

    This is running so smoothly no reports on Y/n, missing. No one suspects me of killing that low life pathetic bully. I'll just need to think of an alibi afterwards for when Y/n went missing, they were last seen with me that's not good. It's almost eleven p.m I need to hurry.

    Sakamoto, parks his car two houses down from yours. For the past week during dinner he would give you sleeping pills either crushed in your food or in your drink. Once you fell asleep he would stalk your dad. He walks to you your house going to the back yard lifting up the rug picking up the key, and unlocking the back door. Your dad wasn't home yet, he has 10 minutes to do what he needs, and have everything set up.

    That's more than enough time for him. Everything is going according to plan. Upon hearing the door open he closes the door to the room right by the front door, and listens. Heels clicking, perf- wait what? Heels clicking? "Am I in the right house?" moto, thinks to himself. Looking around the place yes he was in the right house but whoever this person was, was not.

"Babe i'm here!"

    Babe? Your dad isn't seeing anyone.

"I'm coming!"

    What. The. Actual. Fuck. No, no, no. He hears the guy come downstairs, and starts to converse with the woman. He doesn't sound old enough to be your dad but obviously still older than you. Why the hell was he in your house? This just wasn't sitting right with Moto, rage overcoming him quickly.

    "Let me go get my jacket."

    Moto, hears his footsteps slowly disappearing. Now. He opens the door 'causing the redhead to turn to Moto. Her eyes widening about to scream but Moto, grabs her by the throat and pulls her to his body twisting her to face out the door. He squeezes her neck tighter putting the gun to her temple. With all the ruckus going on the guy walks back, his blood running cold at the scene in front of him dropping his jacket his body physically shaking from fear, and anger.

    "Hey dude chill. Let's talk about this okay? Let her go, and we'll talk." who the hell was this guy to boss Moto, around? It only infuriate him even more. Moto, squeezing her neck so tight her face starts to red. Her hands clawing at his hand desperately trying to get out of his grip. Moto, being the sick freak he is only laughes at her futile attempts. It was quite a show seeing how red her face was getting. It could almost compete with her hair. He almost forgot what he was suppose to be doing in the first place.

    Snapping back into reality he loosens his hold on her not wanting the fun to be over so soon. "Who the hell are you, and what are you doing here?" Moto, asks jabbing the gun into her temple keeping his finger on the trigger.

    "My name is Ayumu Haruki, I live here. There I told you now let her go!" he says putting his hands up as a sign of surrendering. Why didn't you tell Moto, you had a brother? If you would've told him this from the start this wouldn't have complicated things! "She's pregnant. Please just let her go." for once in his life Haruki, was pleading. Funny how things turned out. He treats you like utter dog shit, and now look what happens to him. His girlfriend is being held at gun point, and he can't do anything about it. Is this how you felt when he tormented you? Or somewhat like this? If so he would never treat like how he did before.

    "If you want her to live handcuff yourself to the stairs. Not the wood part." Moto, says throwing him a pair of handcuffs from him back pocket which were intended for his father. He starts walking out the room with the girl in place watching Haruki, carefully. "Try anything funny, and they're both dead before she even hits the floor." Placing one his wrist right wrist then looping it around the bar to cuff his other hand. "Now make sure they're on tighter." Haruki, sighs taking his left hand tightening the on his right hand making his skin rub uncomfortably around it. Doing the same to his left hand. Moto, then wacks the crying girl with his gun making her fall to the floor wincing in pain. Curling up in a ball both arms wrapped around her stomach prepared to protect her baby at all costs.

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Sorry for not posting in a few days. We had a power outage here for a almost a week but a have a few more chapters to upload since I had a lot more free time. It's about to get really messed up in the next few chapters. Enjoy.