The Dancing Darling and Her Bad Boy (Completed)

Chapter 27

Beckett

Two days after Tyler's party, I was laying in bed, listening to my music. I had an uneasy feeling in my stomach, and I thought back to what I had eaten today. Not being able to think, I gave up and went downstairs. Grabbing my keys, I walked outside to my car and drove to Dylan's.

"Hey," he said as I walked in.

"Hey."

I followed him upstairs where he was packing a bag and I frowned.

"Sorry, could you grab that and pass it here?" Dylan asked, pointing to a piece of cloth.

"Okay." I handed it to him and he stuffed it into the side of his backpack.

"May I ask, where the hell are you going?"

"My friend Jason's. His parents are good friends with mine and while mine are on a cruise I'm going to Jason's so my mum doesn't freak out completely."

"What about school?"

"Jason actually lives closer to school than here, so I'll still be able to go."

"Sounds like you've got everything figured out then."

"Yup."

After talking for a while, Dylan had to go to Jason's and I had to go home. I drove back and went back up to my room and started listening to my music while screwing up paper balls and throwing them at my wall.

I sighed, getting bored of that so I took my headphones out and going downstairs.

But nothing, absolutely NOTHING, would've prepared me for what I found.

There was a guy standing over Allison, a mirror in his hand, the glass broken and laying all around Allison and on parts of her face, and there was a growing patch of Crimson red blood spreading on the top of her head.

Then I looked over to the two guys in front of me. One was pointing a gun at me, and the other had a knife against Tyler's throat. I panicked, what the hell was going on?

I then quickly looked to where one other guy was rummaging through the display cabinet in our living room. Finding nothing, he walked over to the guy with the gun, but he didn't say anything as the guy standing over Ally stood straight, dropped the mirror next to her head and started to walk to the other three.

Tyler looked at me wide-eyed as all I could do was stare, frozen. Tyler frantically kept glancing at Ally then to me, and I got the message. 'Don't tell her.' I shook my head slightly, also looking at Tyler with wide eyes.

"If you call the cops, he dies," a voice said, but it was obvious they had something to mask the actual voice, because it sounded like a robot. As that
Was said, the guy with the knife tightened the grip his other hand had on Tyler's mouth, and moved his hand so that it was blocking Tyler's nose.

Tyler's eyes rolled back as his eyes closed and his body went limp in the guy's arms.

"Tyl-" I started as I took a step forward.

"Don't take even one step, or the knife cuts further," the guy interrupted.

I cautiously stepped back. They all started to leave the house, and the second they were outside, I ran to the window to watch them. They shoved Tyler into the side door and all jumped in the front of a black van, and they sped off.

I ran to Allison and shook her slightly.

"Allison. Allison come on. Ally please!" I cried as I brushed the glass away from her, cutting my finger in the process, but it didn't matter as I cradled her head in my lap, trying to stop the bleeding, but watching as my hands turned Crimson also, I knew it was bad, and I whipped my phone out and called the ambulance.