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Chapter 49: Keeping Your Enemies Close

"I wish I could go back. I don't wanna hurt you or anyone like I have," he pulls me out of the hug and wipes away my tears.

"I couldn't be more thrilled about the way my life has turned out because of you," he smiles. I put on a smile just for him. Jack is alive. Breathing with a beating heart right in front of me.

His black hair was messy, scattered in different directions. His chiselled jaw, and cheekbones were even more defined than when he was a teenager.

He had a stubble growing in. If it were the seventeen year old him, I would tell him that he looked ugly, but if I said that now everyone would know I'm lying. His while body was highly defined. The t-shirt he was supporting kissed his whole upper half lining his abs.

The only thing setting me off was his left black eye, and the fact that we were locked in a cell together.

"What happened?" I ask. "And why are we here?"

"If I knew, I would've told you by know," he chuckles.

"I'm serious Jack."

"I seriously have no idea, beautiful."

"Beautiful?" I ask thinking back to the anonymous texts.

"It was you!" I accuse him as a grin displays itself on his face. His head bobs admitting his actions causing me to shake my head.

"You had me so scared for a while," I scold.

"You were a scaredy cat; as I recall."

"Uh-uh," I disagree causing us both to start laughing. I look around the lonely place.

"How long have we been in here?" I ask.

"You've been out for a day. I was brought here a couple hours before," Jack explains.

"Luke," I whisper feeling cold travel throughout my body at his name.

"Who?"

"Luke. He did this. He brought me here." I explain. "He was my boyfriend."

"Oh," he says coldly. "Why?"

"I don't know. All I remember is waking up on my mother's grave then seeing Luke. I hugged him, he apologized before injected me with something and I fell asleep."

I try to come up with some possibilities that would explain his actions, but I come up with nothing. Before either of us can say anything, two very strong looking men, come in from the hall and unlock the cells door holding guns.

I know better then to fight, and so does Jack. Both of us remain still as they enter our cell. "

"Turn around," one of the men demands. I turn around and he pulls my hands behind my back, tying them securely with a rope.

"Where's Luke?" I venomously ask.

"You'll see him soon enough," he whispers from behind. He pushes me out of the room, and I see that Jack is in the same predicament as me.

I should've never trusted Luke.

They walk us down the hall and into a large room. The room is scattered with large containment boxes. The men aggressively push us down by our shoulders making us land on our knees with our hands tied back. I don't bother struggling with the ropes because there would be no use.

The spot we're at is bare with one light hung up on the ceiling. The light is nearly not enough to brighten up the whole area.

"Luke!" I yell as I get annoyed of waiting. I look around, and in total five men were standing on the sides.