prepare for an unexperienced thriller writing of a young amateur writer. I hope you all enjoy the dramas and left a few nice reviews :)
Theo's POV
Later that morning I decided to drive and buy the -Whatever that cake was called- alone. Shai had to pack her things and I told her to stay.
"$7.50"
I took out two of fives,
"Keep the changes," I say as he handed me the plastic bag.
Getting into the car, I suddenly remembered of telling Barbara about my sudden flight to Indiana to accompany Shai. Or must I say, to go wherever she goes.
And so I dialed her number as I started the machine,
two minutes,
five minutes,
seven minutes,
and she finally answered,
"Hey barb-"
"-Theo PLEASE" A loud cry of Barbara ringed to my ears.
"Bar-barb-"
"AAA" A loud, screaming tone of hers made my heartbeat stopped.
"BARBARA-"
"Please-" Her heavy breathes are heard through the phone. She is still crying, but she has stopped screaming this time.
"They're going to kill me- They're going to kill-"
"BARBARA WHO ARE THEY" I shouted loud.
"BARBARA WHERE ARE YOU" I feel my sweats brushing through my whole face. No. This is not happening.
Three seconds.
Eight seconds.
She took ten seconds to answer.
Her voice is raspier this time, sounds like she ran out of breath, sounds like she has no tears left in her eyes.
No more screaming.
No more crying.
And everything went silence,
"I love you"
And the next thing was heard was just the flat sound of the beeps.
Shai's POV
I packed in my bathing stuffs into my loaded luggage. I peeked to Ansel's room but there was no sign that he has packed at all.
In fact, there was no sign of him in the room.
I suddenly heard my phone buzzing.
"Where is it" I went to my bed and began to search for my phone through the sheets.
My hands keep on tracing the whole bed when-
"Gotcha-"
A videocall?
I furrowed my brows then checked my phone once again.
A video call, I tell myself once again.
From Ansel.
Well this is weird. Ansel has never done a video call with me. In fact he'd always call me even to ask unnecessary things such as,
'Do I look better in white or black'
or
'Please go to my room and give me some snickers'
I shook my both shoulders then answered his video call as it kept ringing,
"Ansel why-"
Black.
Nothing to see in his cam.
"Screw. you."
It was Ansel's voice. But it wasn't meant for me.
There is someone else.
"You'll regret" Somebody says.
Familliar.
"Ansel??" I shout.
"Ansel can you hear me!!" I shout again.
No response.
"Ansel what's going on-"
"Shai- please don't come-"
He stops talking.
And it is not dark anymore.
Through his camera I see a helpless bruised body, bleedin mouth, and messy thick hazel hair of Ansel's.
Ansel.
And he is tied up in a chair.
"Don't come" He begs me, now facing the camera.
"ANSEL" I yell.
My face went all horror-
"Please tell me you're joking" I whisper while breathing heavily.
A guy- A guy in black mask came nearby him.
He.
He is holding a gun.
The camera has went closer now.
This means someone else is holding a camera to shoot them.
Two people.
The guy- The guy in the black mask landed his gun in Ansel's head.
And he opened his mask,
"Miss me?" He smirks.
Darren.
Another double POVs at a time wohoo- I think i'm going to do this more often.
Anyways, whose POV thrilled you most?
-Lishous xx
