End of Everything

Steve's POV:

Jamia.
Fuck it all...
I was probably going to get killed... but Jamia would be safe.

I ran to my car and drove to the guys house.

Frank's POV:

We were still in the car.

I was preoccupied with fighting Bob for the Skittles.

"Give...
Me.
The Skittles!!!!!!!!!!"

I tackled Bob and he fell to the ground.

"Oof..."

I won... again.

"YES!"

I opened the bag and stuffed some Skittles in my mouth.

Bob sulked to a chair.

My phone rang.
Bert.

"Hello, Bert."

"Frank!
Jamia's been gone for a long time...
I kinda worried."

Since when was Bert worried about Jamia?

"Call her."

"I did!
She didn't answer."

My heart dropped into my stomach.
What was wrong?
I still cared about Jamia.
She was like a sister to me...
A back-stabbing sister.

"Umm...
Call Steve."

"Steve?
Who... oh right.
What's his number?"

I gave the number to him and told him to call me and tell me what happened.
I also warned him that he might hear loud moaning...

Jamia's POV:

I struggled against the bonds.

"Fuck you!
Let me go!
Evil old asses like you shouldn't be doing this.
Don't you have a life?
Pfft, and I know you don't love anyone but your fucking mother."

The guys just laughed.

I kicked the shins of the "leader."
He clutched his shin and another guy held a gun to my head.

*click*

"Another word and I pull the damn trigger."

I drew in a breath and blew the hair out of my eyes.
My wrists were bloody from pulling at the bonds.
They had ripped the duct tape off of my mouth.
I think they were having second thoughts.

Steve was going to die.
Frank hated me.
These guys were going to kill me.
Bert had no idea where I was.

I thought about telling them to kill me.
I didn't have a reason to live.

The door swung open quickly.
A red blur ran past me.
Steve?
I screamed.

Steve was pulled to the side by a guy.
He had no way out.

The leader put a gun to my head.
"Goodnight, princess."

I heard a gunshot.
But I didn't feel any pain.

I fainted before I could scream.