Should I Or Should I Not?

Chapter 42

Your P.O.V

*flashback*

"Suprise!!" I exclaimed jumping out from behind the kitchen counter, attempting to scare Nathan. He flinched alittle and gasped. I laughed. He looked at the cake i had baked for him that was on the table and smiled. He walked over to me and gave me a hug. "Thank you, (Y/N)" he said. I smiled and hugged him back. Today was his first day getting through rehab. Although we had broken up, we still remained as friends.

Nathan didn't have alot of friends he could rely on. He kept pushing them away or ended up hurting them. Either physically, mentally, or even both. I tried my best to keep his mind away from these things when we were dating but he insisted i should stay away. I refused to listen of course. But...

"How was it?" I asked as we sat down and ate the cake together. "Interesting. And well, new." He said. I could already tell he's changed alittle. His tone was... softer, and more gentle. "We're gonna be in different classes next year yknow?" He said. It was already december and school had ended long ago but would reopen in january. "I heard."

"Um Nathan... we won't see each other often, cuz of our timetables as well as the fact that you have to go to the rehab centre after school... so can you promise me one thing?" I asked as I looked him in the eye. He raised an eyebrow. "Promise me you'll never run away from your problems. Ever again. And don't do things you know you shouldn't." I said, reaching my pinkie out. He chuckled and interlocked his pinkie with mine and nodded smiling.

"Promise."

*flashback end*

That word. Promise. It rings in my ears as the echo of the bullet could be heard. My eyes were shut tight and i bit my bottom lip so hard that it bled. Mark... he's...

"ARGH!!! YOU MOTHERFU*KER!!!" A shout made me jump in my seat. Wait that's... Mr. Prescotts voice...? What's going on...?

I slowly open my eyes and i could see Mr Prescott lying in pool of blood, squirming and yelling in pain as he gripped his leg.

Wait...

"M-mark? Are you okay?!" I frantically asked. I could not look at Mark or Nathan because they were behind me. "Y-yes (Y/N) I'm alright... somehow..." Mark said and i heaved a sigh of relief. Thank god.

"Nathan what the fuc- AAARGH!!!" Mr Butler tried approaching us but was cut off mid sentence by a bullet shot into his leg. Nathan walked up to the two men laying on the floor in pain covered in their own blood. He knelt down and said "you two disgust me. Be prepared to pay for your sins." He then walked over to the door next to us and opened it.

The next thing i knew, swarms of policemen were rushing in. Then began handcuffing the two men and dragging them out the door as fast as they could. "MY OWN SON. A TRAITOR. DISGRACE!! HOW COULD YOU??!!" Mr. Prescott yelled as he was being dragged out. "YOU'LL PAy for thi-" Nathan kept quiet as the incoherent yells slowly became inaudible. I was confused. What's going on...?

I also saw Nathan giving the gun he was holding to one of the policemen. He nodded and pat Nathan on the shoulder before leaving so now it was just the three of us in the room. Nathan then took out a pocket knife and walked towards me. I flinched away. Is he going to hurt me? What does he want?

"(Y/N) i'm not going to hurt you." He said gently and began cutting away at the ropes that was tied to my body. I relaxed alittle, although i was still suspicious. When he was done, he stood up. Noticing that i wasn't moving, he chuckled. "You can move now, (Y/N) it's alright." He then walked over to Mark and knelt down again before cutting the rope bound to him as well.

Mark's P.O.V.

As Nathan cut away the ropes, i was still confused as to what happened. He shot Jason and Dominic? Why? Wasn't he with them? When he was done he stood up and kept the pocket knife back in his pocket. I stood up and walked over to (Y/N) as fast as i could. I could see tear stains on her cheeks and her eyes red from crying. I hugged her immediately. "I'm sorry (Y/N) are you okay?" I asked and she hugged me back. "I-i'm fine now..." she said. God if i lost her i don't know what i would do. I pulled away from (Y/N) and held her hand running my thumb in circles. Then we both looked at Nathan. "What's going on Nathan?" I asked, still holding (Y/N)'s hand. He scratched his head awkwardly looking down at the ground.

"I uh... guess I owe a long explanation."