Trouble Maker (Book 2)

Chapter 30

~~Scarlet's pov~~

"W-what?" I shutter as I try to remember past events when I was younger with him. He slowly walks with me into a hallway as I take my hand out of his hand and grip the blanket around me. 

"I thought you were going to be cold so I wrapped this blanket around you." He says barely above a whisper as we enter a room and he flips the light switch on. My eyes glance over to a large flat screen TV was connected to the wall, over a long black coffee table across from the bed, and by the bed was another black coffee table with a white lamp, flowers in a white flower pot, then leaned against a wall on the left side of the room by the bed was a black couch, with matching pillows designed as hearts and stars. There was a black mirror shaped as a circle hanging on the wall by a bathroom door. A black blanket was covering the bed, white pillows and the bed frame was black. 

"Who's room is this?" I question as he unwraps his arms from around me and I hesitantly turn my head to look at him. When my eyes meet his, I shake my head as he smiles at me. 

"I haven't seen you in years," he whispers as he closes the door when chattering was taken place outside of the room. 

I nod my head as I watch him run his fingers through his jet black hair, nervously as I take in his black shirt and black jeans. "Who's room is this?" I repeat and he quickly comes toward me and we both sit on the bed. 

"I have a lot of explaining to do." He grins at me as he carefully scoops part of my hair into his hands. "I remember when you were little and I would brush your hair while we sat on your bed, listening to music." 

"Can you please explain to me everything," I beg, "I want to know where Annabel is and what you are doing and why?" 

Suddenly his eyes darken and his smile disappears. "How did you know about Annabel?" 

"I figured out by myself that you kidnapped her at the Winter Prom." I lie to his face and he simply nods. 

"This is Annabel's room, well was her room until she misbehaved too much and now she's downstairs with Logan," he chuckles, "I didn't know when to start the third part of my plan but now I do and it's all thanks to little Annabel." He grins, rubbing his hands together. 

I roll my eyes. "So am I sleeping in here or another room." 

"Here," 

I shake my head. "But this is Annabel's um. . .room." 

"Not until Christmas," he gets up off the bed, grabbing my attention, "now I have to go deal with Logan and Annabel." He opens the door and I jump off the bed and run to him, grabbing his attention when I touch his hand. 

He turns his head to look at me. "Please don't hurt Annabel, she's my friend." His eyes soften as he rubs his hand on my hair and nods. 

~~Annabel's pov~~

My breathing was staggered as I was chained to the ground only being able to move a few inches. I have been chained since last night with Logan too, but he was across the room, unconscious. I whimper when I struggle to relax when I hear the door open from upstairs. "Annabel. . ." I hear Brent's voice drag my name, singing it as he let's out his famous evil laugh. 

I cringe when I feel his fingers careless my face and I let out a quiet sob. "Relax Annabel I'm not going to hurt you, I promised my daughter I wouldn't." I let out a sigh in relief and gasp as I look into his dark eyes and he chuckles at my surprised face. 

"Y-your daughter is h-here?" I question and he nods. 

"She'll be here for the holidays."   

I look down at the ground. "I'm sorry." 

He scoffs. "You're only sorry because you're locked down here about to witness Logans' death." 

"What!" I screech and he laughs so hard, tears are running down his face. My breathing started to pick up again and I began to shake uncontrollably. I look down at the dry blood on my hands knowing that there was also blood on my face and legs. 

"Your father is going to be so angry at me," he smiles in victory, "I can't wait to see his face." He takes his phone out of his back pocket and I let the tears in my eyes flow when I hear him snap a picture. 

"Why are you so mean?" I tremble when he grabs my face and forces me to look into his eyes. My bottom lip quivering as I choke on my own sobs. He runs his fingers through my hair over and over, repeating his action until he opens his mouth.

"Why are you always being such a bad girl?" I don't respond to his question as he slowly takes his right hand to his back pocket and I scoot back against the wall. Until he tugs me back to his embrace and I shake in complete fear when I notice him searching for something.

 It's a gun. A knife. Something to torture me.  

It surprises me when I see him take out a wet wash cloth and I flinch when the cloth makes contact to my skin. He cleans off the dry blood on my hands, arms, legs, and finally my face. "Relax Annabel I'm not going to hurt you, at least not now." 

My mind returns back to Logan. "Please don't kill Logan." I don't even know why I'm caring so much about him, he kidnapped me. I just don't want to see someone being killed. 

"We are getting rid of him tonight and you're going to watch as another punishment." 

I shake my head. "You're so insane." 

He puts his hand to his heart. "Why thank you, it means so much to me." I roll my eyes. "And I can't wait for you to spend Christmas with me and everyone else." 

"I want to spend Christmas with my dad." I breathe out as I shake under his touch. He shakes his head and lets go of me. He walks over to a table and slips on a pair of black slick gloves along with another pistol of his. 

~~Intense part for some viewers~~

"Maybe we shouldn't wait, let's do it now." I began to hyperventilate as he points the pistol at Logan. I couldn't help but shake my head over and over again. I could feel myself shaking as I close my eyes and try so hard to put my hands over my ears but the chains don't reach. I can hear Brent's evil laugh fill the room as he starts narrating everything he's doing. "Pointing the gun at his head as Annabel refuses to follow my directions again!" He hisses. "And now for the main event." His whisper echoes, tears streaming down my face as I gasp for air. 

A deafening shot was made and I let out a ear-splitting scream in agony, struggling against the chains on my arms and legs."Please, please, please stop. " I continue to whisper under my breath as he chuckles again and I hear the gun being set down. I refuse to open my eyes when he tells me too, until he comes and gripping my shoulders.

"Open your eyes Annabel or else I won't let you live past Christmas." He threatens, knowing that I got on his nerves again when he shakes my body, having my head slam into the concrete wall. I brush the pain off as if it never happened, not wanting to show him that he won. "Open. Your. Eyes." He slaps me and I yelp in pain and slowly open my eyes, meeting his. He grabs my jaw line and cheeks, forcing me to look into the direction of Logan. I feel myself start to get light-headed, gasping for air and closing my eyes again. 

Logan's dead body lays on the ground, blood leaking out of his chest, slowly making it's way to me. The sight gave me a stomachache and almost caused me to puke. "P-please get me o-out of here." I plead as I finally open my eyes and glance up into his, watching his smirk grow. The image of Logan's body and blood streaming down the floor, slowly making it's way over to me flashes in my mind. Over and over again, until it feels like my stomach has been turned upside down and I feel lightheaded. 

"You should have never messed with the devil, little one." 

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