End of Everything

Jamia's POV:

I can't believe I was going to stay with BERT.
What the fuck?

I walked up to the door and knocked with the only thing that I could use, my head.

"COMING!!!"

Someone ran to the door and it swung open.
"Hey, Jamia.
Come on in!"

Bert's place... wasn't as dirty or crap-filled as I thought it would be.

"Seriously Bert.
Where do I sleep?"

He showed me upstairs and put my stuff in my room.
It was a nice room with a comfortable bed.

"Thank you so much, Bert.
Seriously."

He shook his head.
"Eh, don't mention it.
I was kinda lonely anyway.
So unpack and then you can do... whatever!"

I smiled.
"Thanks!!"

I unpacked slowly.
I knew that there wasn't much to do around here, so I stalled.

When I was done, I told Bert that I was going out to run.

I walked outside and a cool breeze hit me.
Ahh...
I needed fresh air.

Suddenly, hands flew out of nowhere and they put duct tape on my mouth and tied my hands behind my back.
It was quite uncomfortable.

"There!
Hey little girl.
Your little boyfriend is in for a big surprise."

There were seven men.
Obviously they were the guys that Steve was talking about.

I squirmed, not acheiving anything.

The men called Steve.

No!

"Steve?
We've got your girlfriend."

He held a gun up to my head.
"And you better come quickly.
We've got a gun to her pretty little head."

I heard Steve shout on the phone,
"What the fuck?
Let her go!
Fuck you!
I'm coming..."

No!!!!
I silently screamed.

The seven men laughed.
I managed to kick one of them in the balls, but they just pushed me to the ground.

Wait,
The only reason they wanted Steve was to kill him.
Steve...

I cryed into my duct tape.
If only Frank had let me stay...