“Why don’t you get it, Justin?”
“Because you’re not making sense! You have your walls up, but so do I. You have a past, and I do too. You know we’re perfect for each other!”
I scoffed. “You’re ridiculous.”
I turned to face him, anger blazing through me. “I’m a suicide mission. My mind is filled with demons and I’ve surrendered to them. I can’t do this anymore; I’m broken, Justin.” My voice began to rise as my anger grew and I met his eyes. “Why can’t you understand that you should stay away from me!”
He ran his hands through his hair, frustrated. “See, that's the problem. I can’t stay away from you. I haven’t been able to since the minute I met you!”
My breathing hitched as he came closer and closer, walking angrily towards me. He let out a frustrated groan as he pushed me against the side of his car. He brought his mouth up to my neck, breathing heavily.
“You have to keep going. You’re broken and I still love you. You’re still perfect. You’re broken, so let me help. Let me fix you."


32. Don't Trust Anyone

Upon our return to Abby’s apartment, we were bombarded. It was chaos. Abby looked distraught and the two boys looked furious.

“Where’s Nate?” I asked cautiously, Nate no where to be found.

“H-he left. Ran for it while we were in the kitchen I-“ Abby stuttered.
“Are you kidding? What the fuck?” Justin asked, panic beginning to enter his voice.

“He left this…”

Abby handed Justin a small piece of paper that was torn at the edges, obviously having been ripped out of a notebook.


I’ll get you back, Bieber. Don’t think its that easy to beat me up. I’d stay hidden if I were you.

- N


“I’m going to fucking kill him.” Justin growled, clenching his fists and effectively crumbling the piece of paper.

“It’s okay, guys. Its just Nate. We can go to Noah’s – its not like Nate knows where he lives.” Ashton shrugged, not looking concerned. “I’ll call Garret and Eric and they can come too. It seems they’re the only ones we can trust now.”

The rest of us nodded as I shot Justin a quick smile. I looked to his fists to see them slowly unfolding to see a piece of tape on part of the paper. I grabbed Justin’s hand and took the paper, tearing off the tape.



If you were smart enough to see this, well done. I guess me reading your journal and leaving secret notes was a good thing, right?

I think you know this already but we’re over. Forever. You’re a silly little girl who is attached to those idiots you hang around – if you were smart you’d leave them. We’re over and I don’t want to see you. Don’t be too heartbroken over this, it surely wont do you any good when you have to look after yourself all too soon.


I scoffed in irritation and tore the note to shreds before turning on my heel and walking to Abby’s room to change. I guess this was what my life was like now – ditching school to run away from my crazy, rude ex boyfriend. I quickly changed into a pair of jean shorts and a white shirt that was hanging in Abby’s dresser, slipping on her converse for good measure. I almost laughed as I looked into the mirror, my hair flat and a mess. I brushed through it quickly with my fingers and tied it up into a high bun. It wasn’t like I was going out anyway, I didn’t care how I looked.

“Come on, we’re leaving now.” Abby knocked on the door, giving me a half smile.

“Oh, yay.” I replied, sarcasm dripping from my words.

“It’ll be fun. Like a sleepover.” She laughed as she linked arms with me.

“A sleepover? More like a camp on the run like in Harry Potter where we hide from people who want to kill us.” I muttered.

She rolled her eyes but stayed quiet for the rest of the walk to Justin’s car.

“Shotgun, bitches.” Noah exclaimed as he jumped in the front seat, holding his arm which he had idiotically taken out of the sling. I groaned in annoyance, knowing there would be no way to talk to Justin from the back seat, squashed between Abby and Ashton.

Once we had started driving silence overtook us all. The only noise that was heard through the car was the soft hum of the radio as we passed house after house, all thinking the same thing,

What the fuck is about to happen?




“Nate and I broke up,” I said with a yawn as we sat watching SpongeBob that night on Noah’s couch.

Noah, who sat beside me, let out a snort of happiness before holding his hand out for a high five. “Finally.”

“Who broke up with who?” Abby asked sharply.

“He broke up with me in a little note thing, not really like I give a crap or anything but-“

“You couldn’t have broken up with him, could you?” Ashton said with a moody pout as Abby smiled in triumph. “I’ll give you your stupid 50 bucks tomorrow.” He spat at Abby.

My eyes bulged in shock as Abby turned her attention back to the TV with a smug smile on her face. “$50? You’ve got to be joking.”

“He’s not.” Noah grumbled as Abby shot them a sadistic grin.

“You’re all dumb, you should have betted on Nate breaking up with her, Abby and I are smart. Cassidy is too much of a pussy to do anything crazy like that.” Justin laughed as they high fived.

“Hey!” I protested, “That’s not fair! I can do crazy things.”

The rest of the group snorted and I frowned. I had done heaps of crazy things with Justin since we met!

“We thought you’d go a bit kick ass and dump him, Cass, but we never said anything about doing something crazy.” Noah told me, ruffling my hair as he spoke. I huffed and turned my attention back toward the TV. I could totally do something crazy if I wanted to!

“Garret and Eric are here!”

“Who?” I asked quizzically. I had heard their names a few times, but I don’t remember actually meeting either of them.

“You don't remember me, gorgeous? I looked after you at that party for nothing, then!”

One of the boys exclaimed. He had sandy blonde hair and bright green eyes that stood out like diamonds on his face. He wasn't necessarily attractive but he could definitely get some girls with those pretty eyes. My eyes travelled to the boy next to him, who had the same emerald green eyes. Eric had the same long nose as Garret and the exact same shaped eyes. There was no way they weren’t brothers.

“Party?” I echoed, kind of confused.

“The one where you got drunk and kissed me, remember?” Justin grinned teasingly. 
“Oh. That party.”

There were a few laughs at my words before silence fell upon us.

“So…does anyone want-“

“Cass, can I talk to you for a second?” Justin asked me, his face showing no emotion that I could decipher.

“Uh, sure.”

I walked out of the living room where the rest of our group of friends sat and into what must have been Noah’s bedroom. He had huge posters hanging from each wall of bikini models, most of them with cars or a motorbike in the picture too.

“Classy.” I snorted and Justin laughed nervously. Did he seriously want another cheesy talk? I mean, I wanted to talk to him too but just because I said I’d give him a chance didn’t mean I wanted to talk like this.

“I need to tell you something.” He started, sounding stern. “Ashton is trying to play this off as not a big deal, but it's a huge deal. That note Nate left? He’s serious this time and if something happened to you I just – fuck. I can’t let anything happen to you. I want to hurt anyone that hurts you, I want to protect you and be able to help you but I can’t. Not all the time, its impossible. I have to know yo-you will be okay. That I can trust you to run as far as you fucking can from anything that happens, I don’t want you in the middle of this or any where near it. Got it?”

“But I can fight! I can help, I can’t let you do everything for me!”

“You have to! This is going to happen soon. Not in a week or two, now. In the next few days I don’t even know if we’ll be here anymore! You just have to know that you can’t think you’re helping me by staying here because you’re not. You’re making it harder for me to concentrate because I’m so focused on making sure you don’t get hurt-“
“You want me to leave?” I asked, tears already making their way down my cheeks. “You want me to leave, right now, when all of this is about me?”
“Baby no.” He soothed, holding his arms out. Butterflies erupted through my stomach at the pet name as I wrapped my arms around his waist. “Not now. But if something happens I want you to run so you can’t get hurt.”
“But you can get hurt too!” I cried, my bottom lip trembling. 
“And this is my mess, not yours. I’m not letting you have any part in this, got it?”

I shook my head in anger and wiped the tears away. I knew what he was saying was to help me, but I didn't want to play the damsel in distress anymore. I wasn’t going to not do what he was saying, but there was no way I was going to be happy about it.

“Fine.” I sniffed, not wanting to be in this conversation any longer. “I’ll get out of your way if something happens.” I promised.

“Thank-you.” Justin mumbled, resting his chin on top of my head. “Sorry for calling you baby it just slipped out –“
“It’s okay.” I replied just as softly. I smiled when he kissed my forehead before letting go of me. “I’ll see you around then?”
“We’re trapped in a house together, Justin. We kind of have to see each other.”

He rolled his eyes before walking out of Noah’s bedroom, leaving the door open for me to follow. Just one question remained on my mind,

Why didn’t they just call the police?



As it started to get later and later into the night, the same question found its way back into my thoughts. I sat up and quietly grabbed my phone from the night stand beside me. Abby was lying quietly on the other side of the bed, apparently asleep. Would the police protect us all? Would they unknowingly do so, if we were arrested?

Hundreds of solutions to this ever growing problem flooded my mind and I began to become angry. How could they do this to me? To Abby? Why wouldn't they just tell the police about the dangers they were in?

“Don’t do it.” Abby whispered, making me jump in fear. “Don’t call the cops.”
“W-what? I wasn’t going to.” I replied.

“You were. You dialed 911.”  I looked down to my phone to see that I had unconsciously dialed.  “You can’t ring them. It would break Justin. That’s the biggest way to ever betray him.”
“But why, Abby? I’m helping. They – WE – are in danger! If I tell the police what’s going on, they can stop it!”

“Yeah, and get all of us in trouble! What will they do once they find out that every single one of the boys in this house have guns, but they’re all underage? What about when they find out they’re unlicensed? There are a million things you’re not thinking of.”

“But they’ll be safe.” I pleaded, wishing she would just agree so I could ring them before any attacks could happen.

“Shut up for a second, I think I hear something.” She hushed, her voice barely louder than a breath. The room was lit only by the moonlight shining through the windows of the otherwise pitch black room.

I strained my hearing to try and hear whatever she was talking about. There were two voices, distinctly male, arguing in whispers. My eyes widened as they began to get louder.

“This isn’t a good idea! Do you know what he’ll do to us? To you most likely?”
“Calm down, little brother. Have some faith in me. He won’t be able to do anything, we’ll kill him before that.”

“Garret and Eric.” Abby whispered as she recognized the voices.
“How long have we got to do this? What if the wires don't work.” Eric said, his voice louder now. “I don’t want to get caught.”
“Shut up, we’ve got about 5 minutes. It will work fine, trust me.”

Abby froze as we heard a car engine come to a stop and a door open.

“Maybe one of the boys went for a midnight shopping snack?” I whispered, but she didn't find it funny.

Garret and Eric’s voices were gone, the only sound surrounding us now was the deafening silence of the night. Abby grabbed her phone from underneath her pillow and grabbed my hand, her own shaking in fear.

“We’ll be fine. We can run away.” I whispered to her, remembering my promise to Justin.

“This is all happening for you – you don't honestly think you’d be safe if we ran away do you? They’re only after the boys because they’re protecting you! And what happens to them if we run? They’re stuck here with a death penalty. I can’t leave Ashton, Cass.”
“Ashton? You remember Justin is your best friend, right?”

“Of course but-“
A deafening yet unmistakable sound rang through the house, spiking terror and fear in me. The hairs at the nape of my neck stood up, chills ran down my spine and tears pricked my eyes at the distinctive sound of a gun shot.

“Abby, we have to go.” I urged in a thick voice as I held back tears.

“We can’t.” She said bluntly, tugging me back into bed. “We have to stay right here.”
“What the hell? Stay here and get blown up? Are you insane?”

“Maybe. Wait for someone to come and tell us something is wrong first.”
I stood up in shock, surprise and confusion covering my features. “We can get out of this ourselves! We can climb out the window – we don't need them to waste their time! I promised Justin I would leave, come on!” I cried, yanking at her hand.

“We. Stay. Here!”

“We go!” I fought back as I glared at her threateningly, “Or I will!”

“You’re not going anywhere alone.” Justin’s voice broke our fight a part. “You will stay together, got it? I can’t lose either of you, let alone both.” 
“But we have to go, right?” I asked, walking closer to him as I let go of Abby’s hand. “You told me we have to go.”

“Plans change, the house is surrounded. You won’t get out without being shot.”
“Oh my god.” I sighed, running my hands through my hair.

“Come out of here, the others are preparing to fight and you two are going to a safe place. I need to ask Noah…” He trailed off. “Garret!”

“What’s up, boss?” he asked, seeming eerily calm as he walked over to us in the darkness.

“What’s up? Fucking hell, G!” Justin barked.

“I’m kidding, I know. What do you need?”

“You know where the cellar is, right? Where Noah keeps the alcohol?”
“Of course.”
“Take these two down there.” He demanded, motioning to Abby and I. “You will stay there with them until this is over, got it?” Justin finished as we walked to the kitchen table. He grabbed two guns that had been taped under the table and checked they were loaded without breaking eye contact with Garret, looking very threatening indeed.

“But you need my help! I’m one of your best fighters!” Garret argued, suddenly looking extremely panicked.

“You’ll protect her with your life or that's what it will cost you.” Justin growled, pushing Garret into the wall and holding the gun to his temple. “Do you understand?”

“What was that?”

“Yes, boss.” Garret sneered, moving himself out of Justin’s reach. The living area had been lit up by a dim lamp and as Justin and I made eye contact, I knew one thing was for sure. He definitely didn’t want to leave us.

“You’ll be safe down there, okay?” Justin told us, nodding encouragingly as if to make himself believe what he was saying.

“You won’t be though. You’re up here.” Abby stated bluntly, bringing tears to my eyes. As much as I wished I wasn’t always the damsel in distress, I was. I was pathetic with these situations.

“I’ll be fine, Abs. Just worry about yourself.”

“None of you will be okay!” She shouted in anger. “None of us will be fine after this! Cassidy will be fucking scarred for life and if one of you dies, I’m out! I won’t, I can’t! This isn’t fucking fair why does this have to happen to us!” Abby screamed, tears falling steady and fast down her cheeks as she fell to her knees.

“Abby, listen to me. We’ll be fine, alright? Nothing will happen, everything will be okay.” Justin told her as he bent down to hold her face in his hands. “Like old times, remember? We were okay then, and we’ll be okay now.” 
Not two seconds after the words had fallen from his mouth, what seemed like hundreds of bullets were shot through the windows of the living area at a sickeningly fast pace.

“GET DOWN!” yelled Justin. I fell to the floor immediately and crawled over to Abby who was gritting her teeth trying to stay calm.

“Machine guns? Fucking really?” screamed Justin, who was barely audible over the horrifying sounds of shattering glass and gunshots.

“Go, you have to go! I’ll walk with you to the hallway but I have to stay here!” Justin yelled to us as he clamped his hands over his ears, “Lets go!”

So the four of us crawled through the living area using furniture as shields until we reached the hallway. The gunshots slowly faded out until alarms of cars and houses and screams of neighbors were left. “G, I trust you. This is a huge deal, I need you to keep them safe.”
“I will.” Garret nodded, small clouds of anger still evident in his eyes. Probably because he couldn’t fight, I guess.

“Please just try to stay safe, cutie.” Justin told me, caressing my cheeks with his thumbs. “I’ll come and find you, okay? I promise. Promise me you’ll stay as safe as you can.”

I nodded, unable to speak through tears that were now flowing freely down my cheeks. “Don’t cry, everything will be okay. Promise me!” He said.

“I-I-I p-promise.” I stuttered out, before he wrapped his arms around my waist tighter than ever before and kissed me harshly. My eyes fluttered closed and I reached up to tangle my fingers in his hair as I blocked out the horrible sounds of what had just happened. “I’ll find you.” He breathed as we broke apart, both of our breathing choppy. “I love you.” He said, wiping tears from my cheeks.

“We have to move! Hurry up!” Garret yelled as more sounds of commotion started to rise up again. Justin pushed me away and pulled Abby in for a hug, whispering something in her ear before letting go again. “Stay alive!” Justin grinned, quoting the Hunger Games movie we watched before disappearing off into the darkness.

“Stay alive.” I whispered back, knowing there was no possible way he could hear me.

“We gotta go, they’re going for another round!” Garret yelled and ducked once more, Abby and I copying his action.

We ran this time, through hallways and downstairs, seeing figures breaking down doors their faces cloaked by the darkness.

“I’m so scared.” Abby told me as we ran down the last set of stairs. 
“We’ll be okay.” I promised, reciting Justin’s words.

“Almost there.” Garret told us, and I let out a sigh of relief. We were already more levels down than I knew this place went, I could barely even hear the sounds of fighting upstairs anymore.

“Ashton!” Abby screamed, shoving me into Garret who tripped down a step and took me with him. Abby ran faster than I had seen before and jumped into Ashton’s arms, wrapping her legs around his waist and holding his face between her hands. 
“Whoa.” Ashton laughed, holding her up by her ass. “Are you okay?”

Abby whispered something back that neither Garret nor I could hear, but it seemed to make Ashton smile. I rolled my eyes and picked myself up from where I had fallen on top of Garret.

“Sorry.” I cringed, helping him up also.

“It’s fine. What are you doing here, Ashton?”

“Looking for these two.”

“It’s finished already? Is Noah okay? Is Justin okay?” I babbled. Noah and I had become extremely close throughout the time we had known each other, and I had forgotten all about him.

“No, its barely started.” Ashton said grimly. “So far, they’re both okay, but I can't tell you what’s happening right now because I’ve got no idea. I just wanted to make sure you made it down here safe. Justin brought some others over, he’s rung them, and they’re helping us out. It’s impossible to face 40 guys with what, 4 of us? We’ll come back when its finished.” Ashton finished with an awkward nod and let Abby down. “So I guess I’ll have to see you all later, hopefully. If not, you were all a pleasure to know. Except maybe you, Cassidy. You fucked Justin over too much, he’s a baby now.” He grinned, and I returned one with a roll of my eyes. Garret unlocked the cellar door that looked more like a jail cell than anything else and led us quickly inside. Before he could close it behind us however, Abby yelled out something I would have never expected.

“I love you, Ashton!”

I stared at her in shock, my mouth dropped open.

“You too, baby cakes!” he yelled back, sounding like he was holding back a laugh. I was way inside, unable to see either of their faces but Abby didn’t sound like she was joking. Regardless, when Garret shut the door, she walked inside with a huge smile on her face, looking very pleased with herself.

“W-what?” I blurted out, unable to comprehend what had just happened. 
Abby and Ashton? I always thought that if Abby had to be with anyone it would be Noah!

“Nothing, Cassie!” Abby smiled, sauntering over to a cabinet that was exploding with wine bottles.

“Anyone want anything?” she giggled. I rolled my eyes at her antics and sat on the cold concrete floor.

“Did you know Noah had this many floors under his house? I thought he was the normal one.” I asked.

“No, I didn’t. Nobody did. But if this is where he keeps his alcohol then we’re safe, nobody touches his drinks.” Abby replied, still looking from bottle to bottle.

“How long do you think we’ll be here for?” I asked, turning my attention to Garret.

“Shut up.” He muttered darkly.

I raised my eyebrows in shock, why was he being such a bitch?

“I just asked you something, geez.”

“I said, shut up! I’m on the phone!” he screamed his voice echoing off the walls and sending vibrations of terror down my spine.

Abby and I exchanged a look of bewilderment and I inched closer toward her.

“Fuck you.” I heard Garret mutter before shoving his phone into his pocket. He picked up his gun from the floor and moved from his original place near the door to closer to us.

“Is something happening?” I asked softly, not wanting to be yelled at again.

“I can’t fucking deal with your voice anymore! Its so whiny! You,” he snapped, pointing his gun at Abby, “over there.” He pointed to a corner of the room. “You, next to me.” He finished, giving me a dangerously excited grin. My heart rate began to speed up as Abby walked further away from me and the space between Garret and I lessened.

“Justin is such a fucking idiot, treating me that way. You, on the other hand, are naïve and self-centered as shit. You think you’re so nice to everyone but you’re a bitch!”

I flinched at the harshness of his words that were being spat at me. “He thinks he can just shove me down here with you two and ruin my plans? I don’t think so. Eric will carry through, surely…” he mumbled to himself, his gun still trained on me. I let out a terrified whimper as he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me over to the chair next to where Abby was.

“I thought you were on our side.” I said, trying to sound much more confident than I was.

“Your side?” He scoffed, “Please. Nobody is on ‘your side’’.”

He continued as he tied my hands to the chair and moved on to Abby. “This whole thing is a set up to get Justin. The whole ‘avenging Emily’ thing? Bullshit. We killed her, why the fuck would we want to avenge her?” He let out a dark chuckle as if what he was saying was hysterical.

“Quiet. You’ve said enough. As soon as Eric gets the signal we’re out of here and leading Justin into the trap.”

I snapped my mouth shut in fear of the gun he held in his hand that was closest to me. His phone rang in his pocket, the original apple ringtone sending shivers down my spine – was this the ‘signal’?

“What.” Garret answered, his face not giving away any clues as the person on the other end relayed him news.

“Well flick the fucking switch, dumb ass!”

I stayed quiet as he turned away from us, facing the door, the only way out of here. I was at a loss for words. I had only known Garret for what – a day? But I didn’t expect this. Justin trusted him, Justin trusted him with everything! Anger began to bubble inside of me as I realized it wasn’t me that Garret betrayed, it wasn’t Abby and it wasn’t our team – it was Justin. Justin personally, was the reason for his betrayal.

“I hate him.” Scowled Abby, but I only nodded in reply. I was far too angry.

“One more minute, and your little boy toy will be as dead as his father.” Garret smirked, obviously finished with his phone call.

“NO!” Screamed Abby, tugging at her confinement.

He gave us a smug smile that made me want to punch him in the face, “Oh, yeah. He and all his friends are about to be ashes. Would you like to join them?”

“Only if you come too.” Abby growled, her eyes narrowed and her fists clenched behind her.

Garret only laughed at her words, making me grit my teeth in fury. How could he do this to Justin? To all of us?

“Cassidy!” a faint voice was heard coming from the other side of the door.

“JUSTIN.” Abby screamed back, recognizing him before I did.

“Shut up, or she’s dead.” Garret threatened, moving his gun to my temple. I squeezed my eyes shut as tears leaked through, my heart rate speeding to an all new level of fast. Thousands of thoughts went through my mind at once as my whole body began to tremble and my bottom lip trembled, trying my hardest to hold back tears.

“ABBY!” Justin’s voice was heard once again, much louder this time.

“JUSTIN PLEASE.” Abby screamed back. Couldn’t she keep her mouth shut? He heard her the first time!

I’m going to die

I’m going to die

I’m going to die

The words chorused around my mind as I heard the revolver click into place at an antagonizing slow pace. Garret’s lips were suddenly on my neck, trailing their disgust way up to my earlobe and biting gently. Tears leaked silently from my eyes as I cringed away from his touch.

“This sure is a shame, you have a real pretty face, gorgeous. This is a prime example of the most valued words that have ever been spoken to me. Don’t. TrustAnyone.”


A/N: WOW OK BEFORE YOU BEAT ME UP LET ME APOLOGIZE. I AM SO FREAKING SORRY  FOR THE ZERO UPDATES, BUT I PRAY YOU ALL (FROM WHATEVER RELIGION OR COUNTRY YOU ARE IN) ENJOYED YOUR BREAK AND HOLIDAYS NO MATTER WHAT YOU CELEBRATE :) THIS CHAPTER is horrible and unedited and i honestly just want this to be over so i can start to re write the story! only like 2 chapters left and then this is d o n e ! i know a lot of you have said you want to read about them as a couple well… i MIGHT do a sequel if its possible, but in my new version i think there will be more to read then :))) love you all xx

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