Chapter 14

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"Okay, we need to leave now if we want to be there for seven," Kyle says.

"Is everyone ready?" I ask.

"Who has the map?" Danny asks.

"I do," I respond.

"I'll be here if you guys need anything," my mom assures us. "You'll be okay."

We open the door and walk down the driveway to the road.

"Are we sure this is smart?" Natalie asks.

"You can stay home," Kyle remarks.

"No way," she denies.

"Then don't complain," I roll my eyes, grabbing Kyle's hand.

"Are we safe, at least?" She asks.

"We're going to meet up with a murderer," I laugh. "Of course we're not."

"Are we gonna witness a murder?" She asks.

"Maybe," I shrug.

"Can we walk the rest of the way in silence?" Danny groans.

I suppress a laugh and look down at the map.

"Next left," I say. "And then we're pretty much there."

We complete our journey without another word spoken.

"Is that it?" Kyle asks.

I nod.

Danny walks up to the front entrance and returns with a piece of paper.

"What is that?" I ask.

"It was taped to the door," he says. "We're supposed to go around to the back."

We walk around the building and carefully step over sticks and roots. We make our way to a table in the back corner of the property.

"Over here!" A man yells from around fifteen yards away.

We turn and see who must be the killer.

"I just want to talk," he says, holding up his hands. "No weapons. I know you have a gun, so keep it concealed."

"Don't touch it," I whisper to Kyle. "He's obviously not gonna show up empty handed."

"I know," he whispers back.

"What do you want?" Natalie groans.

"I'd advise you to not get feisty," he says smugly.

"What would you like to talk about?" Liv asks. "I'm assuming you had a reason for meeting us here."

"Correct," he agrees, removing his hood and stepping closer.

"Who are you?" Kyle asks.

"Mackenzie knows me," he smiles.

"I've never seen you before," I shake my head.

"You have," he assures me. "You should know me pretty well."

"I don't," I say. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay," he shrugs. "Everybody spread out, I want five feet between each of you."

"Why?" Danny asks.

"I'd like to play a game," he smiles.

"A game?" Natalie scoffs. "Is this a joke to you?"

"Natalie!" I warn, turning to face her.

"Mack, watch out!" Kyle yells.

I feel a hand grab me and pull me backwards, my back pressing against a torso. An arm wraps around my neck.

"Please don't kill me," I beg.

He pulls out a gun and points it at the others.

"Nobody move," he warns. "Or I'll kill her."

I close my eyes and take a deep breath.

Think, Mack.

I open my eyes and see Kyle slowing moving for his gun.

Don't, I think. Please don't.

"I said don't move!" He yells, pointing his gun at Kyle and pulling the trigger.

"Kyle!" I yell.

The man starts running, dragging me along with him and a rag is forced over my face. I feel him apply pressure.

"No!" I scream. "Don't take me!"

My words are muffled by the cloth. My vision goes black and my body goes limp.


My eyes open and I'm in an empty room with a cement floor, not a window in sight. I look down at the chair I'm in and try not to panic when I see that my ankles are tied together and my wrists are strapped to the armrests. A piece of rope holds my torso to the back of it. The recent events of my kidnapping come back to me.

I've got to get out of here, I tell myself.

I drag my legs up to rest my feet on the seat and think. I hear a noise behind me and turn my head to look.

"Don't move," he says, closing a door behind him.

"Why are you doing this?" I ask.

"You know why," he says.

"I don't," I shake my head. "Just please don't hurt me."

"If I wanted to hurt you, I would've by now," he shrugs.

"What is this about?" I question. "What did I do to you?"

"Why don't you ask mom and dad?" He shakes his head.

"What?" I ask. "What did my parents ever do to you?"

"They gave me up so they could keep you," he groans.

"Excuse me?" I raise my eyebrows.

"Hey, sis," he grins.

"What are you talking about?" I ask.

"When you were born, they stopped wanting me," he explains. "They stopped caring. They put me out on the street so they could keep their precious little girl."

"That's not my fault," I plead. "I can't control their actions, especially as a baby."

"But you can fix it," he says.

"How?" I ask.

"Say you want to switch places," he demands. "Say you want them to keep me and kick you out now."

"I can't," I frown.

"I don't like that word," he shakes his head.

"I'd have nowhere to go," I shrug. "I can say you should move in."

"Not good enough," he denies.

"Well I'm sorry," I say. "But that's the best I can do."

"Mackenzie," he sighs.

"Yes?" I ask.

"You're not making it easy to control my anger," he shakes his head.

"You wouldn't hurt me," I say. "You need me."

"For now," he smirks, turning and walking away.

So Mack has a brother. How's that for a plot twist? The next chapter will be in Kyle's point of view!

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