Chapter Eighteen - Stuck In Hiding Part Two

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I did it. I finally caught her slipping. I held her by her throat with a gun to her head... and I smiled. Her face was red and she held back tears as I pressed the gun harder and harder. Her eyes looked towards the person I had tied up to a chair in the corner, blood dripping from their face and their head hanging to the side due to the fact that they could barely hold it up.

"Tyler..." they started to speak as I pushed they gun in harder. I wanted to torture them both for hours and hours. This was fun. I was finally beginning to get my revenge and honestly... my heart started to feel whole again. I smiled as she began to beg for her life.  

"Please! Please Tyler I'm sorry! Just let me go! I'll leave you alone and I'll never bother you again!!"

I punched her in the face and threw her to the ground. Her hands were tied behind her back and her feet together, making it hard for her to sit up on her own. I grabbed my bottle of Jack Daniels off of the table and took a sip before I kicked her in the stomach. It brought me joy to see her roll around in pain. I put the gun down and removed my hoodie. Her eyes moved around my body to each wound and scar that I had.

"Oh I bet you remember these don't you? Because the both of you are the cause of theses. Right?" I grabbed her face and made her look at each of them. "YOU DID THIS TO ME! You caused me so much pain and now... I'm going to cause you more." I grabbed her shirt and dragged her across the room just to throw her into the wall by the other one.

"Now...," I said as I bent down onto one knee and pressed the gun against her neck," you can either die slowly like this or I can make it quick."

She winced at the sound of the gun.

I smirked.

"Do you know what it's like to be shot?"

She gave me a look as if she was scared to answer.

"ANSWER ME!!" I screamed as she tightly closed her eyes and that she had never been shot before.

"How do you think several bullets and memory loss feels?"

"Bad Tyler..."

"Smart answer but it wasn't good enough." I said as I wrapped my hand tightly around her neck. "It feels like fire burning your skin from the inside out. On impact it feels like you're getting the shit knocked out of you. How did I survive? Honestly... I don't know"

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To be continued

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