Kidnapped

ALTERNATE ENDING #1

I look at myself in the wedding dress, staring in the mirror. I didn't want to marry him. He was a beast. He killed everyone. Except for me. His bride. I was supposed to have a better life than this. I was supposed to go home and be happy, why can't I have that?

"Abigail! Come out!" His sickening voice calls out from the other side of the door.

"Please don't make me..." I whimper, looking over at the door.

"Abigail Wesley. Get your ass out here now."

I forced myself not to cry, it would ruin the make-up. He would be very angry at me. I can't let that happen.

I open the door and my "husband" Kyle stood in front of me, a disgusting smile across his face. He wore a black tuxedo with a few stains such as blood, some type of drink, and mustard.

I forced myself not to gag.

"Ready baby?"

"P-Please Kyle..." I whimper, staring up at him.

He glares at me and grabs my wrist, dragging me outside. I stumble after him, now with tears in my eyes.

Kyle drags me outside of the house, where there was another building behind the house.

Kyle must've build it while I was at the hospital healing.

He drags me inside the building where there were chairs sit up, facing the big stage where me and Kyle were supposed to get married.

But, there were people in those chairs.

Kyle leads me down the aisle between the chairs and turns me around so I could see the faces.

Mom.

Dad.

Austin.

Henry.

Amelia.

Bree.

Fredrick.

Hunter.

Derek.

Zeke.

Charlotte.

Gwen.

Garrett.

Tears suddenly start flooding down my face as I cup my hand over my mouth.

"Surprise!" He laughs, wrapping his arm around me.

"No!" I scream, shoving him away from me.

"What's wrong baby? It's your present!"

"You killed them! You killed everyone I loved, Kyle!"

"Not everyone,"

"Who the hell is left!"

"Me!"

"I don't love you, Kyle! I fucking hate you! I hate you!"

"But I-"

"You killed them! You killed my family! I hate you!"

"Come on, baby girl..." He smiles softly to me and wraps his arm around me.

"Stop it! Get off of me!" I scream again and punch Kyle hard in the nose.

I hear a crack under my fist, stumbling away from him slowly in fear.

Blood was now dripping down Kyle's face as he clenched his fists in anger.

He glances over at the chairs again, a smirk forming across his lips.

I look over where he was glancing over at and my heart skips a beat.

There was an empty seat in between Zeke and Derek, it had my name on it.

It was reserved for me.

Kyle was going to kill me.

"You know," he laughs, looking at me. "I was going to wait after the wedding, but you know, you won't accept me..."

"K-Kyle..."

"You know, what would be the point of living anyway? You have no family..."

"Please Kyle..." I cry, backing away from him. He throws me down in the chair, laughing.

"Kyle stop! Stop Kyle please!" I scream, trying to shove him away.

He presses his lips against mine, forcing me to stare up at him, right as he fires the bullet in my head.

Killing me.

Just like the rest of my family.