The call

In with the new out with the old

I decided I would do light makeup with chapstick no lipstick. I wore a dress with a burgundy flannel with my hair down.
Just as I finished he called me telling me he was outside. When I came down he was outside his car ready to give me a hug. "I didn't know where we were going so I just wore this" I said. "It's fine, you look perfect" he said and I smiled. "Why thank you!" I said and we entered the car. The whole car ride we sang to music and joked around. "That's a dub girl I'm on the rode, uhh, and I make 20,000 for show,uhh, I ain't walking through yo club no more" I sang and Greg laughed. "What's so funny?" I asked, " how cute you are.." I went silent and felt my cheeks turn red. He grabbed my hand and I let him, I have to try to move on.
We arrived to a a dark alley that had a old abandoned building. "What are we..." i was suddenly injected with a medicine that knocked me out...
I woke up tied to a chair with my mouth covered. I started to panic than I saw Greg with a evil smirk covering his face. He took of the cloth covering my mouth so I could speak. "You're so dumb, how could you believe I actually liked you?" He said and I felt my heart shatter. I didn't love him but I liked him. It was true, he was so... I don't know perfect and I'm just a mess. "I've been working with Sophia, and Corinna you know trying to keep Nick from you... they are my sisters if you couldn't tell" he said. I was crying at this point, "so all you told me was a lie?...  I know it was too good to be true" I said and he sat across from me on the floor.  I noticed I had my pocket knife in my flannel pocket. "You know what, I don't care. I have Nick and that's all that matters" I said trying to distract him. "I couldn't give two s**ts" He said. I had grabbed the pocket knife from my pocket and started cutting the rope that tied me to the chair. "You can pretend you don't miss me, you can pretend you don't care, all you wanna do is kiss me, but what a shame I'm not there!" I yelled trying to cover the sound of me cutting the rope. "Everybody knows that you and I are suiciders doing art!" "Shut the f**k up" he said and I ignored him. "Every now and than it hits me, that I'm the one that got away, you can pretend you don't miss me, but I guess being lonely fits me and you were made for begging me to stay!" I sang. At this point he was getting up to hit me or something and I kicked him in the face with my heel. I finally escaped the string and got off the chair. "Sorry, But I gotta go" I said as I leaned over his body which was out cold. I found his phone and called the police while he was still out cold and they told me to stay put. I ran through the building trying to find a place I could get out from. I felt someone grab me from behind and pick me up, I was kicking and elbowing but I just couldn't escape their grip. "Stop moving for f**ks sake" a voice said. I could tell it was Greg and he was mad. I screamed and screamed but it was like no one could hear me. He threw me down. "Shut the h**l up!" He yelled. It was true, the boy I grew fond of was fake, faker than a Barbie doll. I was crying again and shaking. He picked me up by my neck and I couldn't breath, Please help someone I thought and I started fading into the darkness I saw before me.