Kidnapped

Chapter 27

Hope you enjoy chapter 27.

*2 weeks later*

(Josh POV)

It's been two weeks, and every day passing with no news of Brook, I get more and more worried.

"Hey, man. I think you need to get your mind off things." My best friend, Levi says.

"You try living your life knowing that your little sister is out there somewhere with a stranger who's using her as an abusive sex toy." I say.

"Woah. I'm pretty sure he didn't mean it that way." My other best friend, Sean said.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. What I mean is that just for now, you're too stressed." Levi corrects.

"Like that's any better." I say, throwing my arms in the air and start to walk out of my house.

"Levi's right, man. I'm sorry, but your just too stressed." Sean says.

"I can't believe you guys. How would you like to have your little sister kidnapped and used?"

"Look. I know how you feel-" Levi starts, but I cut him off.

"No. You don't know how I fucken feel Levi. You'll never know." I say.

"Josh-" Sean starts.

"No. I'm done. Go home." I say, angry.

"Josh, listen-"

"You listen, Sean. Go the fuck home."

Sean and Levi give each other worried looks before walking to their cars and driving off.

I get frustrated, get in my car, and drive to town.

*15 minutes later*

"ID please." The bartender asks.

I hand him my fake, yes fake, ID.

He sees that I'm of "legal age" and I get a beer.

I have about eight more, before my vision gets blurry and I'm drunk.

I stumble out of the bar and get in my car.

My vision is still shit and that's when I hear a horn.

I look to my left and see a car coming straight towards me. I try to step on my brakes, but my reaction isn't quick enough. They hit my side of the car, and I start to flip. I soon flip off the bridge and hit my head against the steering wheel so hard, blackness consumes me.

*3 weeks later*

(Brook POV)

"Josh. Wherever you are. I want you to know I'm ok. I'm being that strong sister you know I am." I say softly as tears start to flow.

"What are you doing?" Tom asks.

"Talking."

"To?"

"Myself."

"Why?"

"God dammit. Stop with the questions." I roll my eyes, annoyed.

"Nate was right. You do have that stubbornness in you. I like it."

"Don't get any ideas, Tom." Nate says.

"Yeah. He killed the person who actually loved me and I loved back. Oh and doesn't use me." I say.

Nate just rolls his eyes.

"Ok then."  Tom says, a little worried now.

Tom walks a little too close to me.

Big mistake.

I extend my leg out and Tom trips over it.

"Next time watch we're walking." I say.

He smiles before stepping on my ankle and applying pressure.

I start to close my eyes from the pain as he crushes my bones.

"That's enough, Tom." Nate says, realizing Tom was probably going to break my ankle.

He shoots him in evil glare before walking back upstairs.

"Listen, Brook." Nate says, leaning down.

"These people can kill you. I don't want that to happen." He says.

"I don't give a fuck. They can kill me. Go ahead." I scream.

"Brook-"

"No. I hate it here. Don't you get it? Just end my life here." I say.

"I will not end your life. You have a wonderful life ahead."

"Oh yeah? What will that be? Being your bitch and being forced to "marry" you?" I say making air quotes.

"Yeah." He shrugs.

"You asshole."

I had a pin in my pocket, managed to get it out of my pocket and unlock the cuffs.

I punch Nate in the face and run into a corner, but on my way, I grabbed the gun that was on the table.

Smart move guys.

I lift up my shaking hand and put the barrel of the gun to my head.

Nate runs up to me and tries to pull the gun away from me.

"Stop it." I say.

Then a loud bang goes off and I gasp when I realize what I did.

I shot Nate.

"N-Nate." I say as I get on my knees next to him.

"I deserved that." He says.

"You only deserve to be behind bars. Not dead."

I run upstairs, passing Tom.

I grab a towel, run back down and try to stop the bleeding.

"Brook. Just let me go. I'm going to hell whenever I die, so why not now?"

"Nate. I know that I hate you, but when you're not busy abusing me and shit, I actually loved you as a friend." I smile.

"My time's up, Brook." He kisses me.

"Goodbye." He says, before his grip on my hand loosens and he stops breathing.

"Let's go." Tom says.

I snap my head up.

"Are you fucken crazy?"

"There's nothing to do. Leave him."

"No I'm not going anywhere."

I then feel something in his pocket.

A phone.

I pull it out.

"I'm telling someone about this."

He snatches the phone and throws it so hard against the wall, it shatters into a shit ton of pieces and some fly back. One of them cutting my cheek.

I put my hand up to my face, and sure enough, it's bleeding.

I look up and the only thing I remember after that, is Tom striking me across the face so hard, I fall back on the floor and pass out.

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