The Blame Game

Three

I screamed, but the boy quickly covered my mouth. This only made me fuss more and scream louder. I soon realized that my ankles were tied with rope. There was also a rope tied around my waist to keep me down on the seat.

Tears filled my eyes. I assumed the worst. I assumed these were criminals who were either going to rape or kill me, or sell me to someone who was going to rape or kill me. I had been kidnapped. Broken out of prison.

Wow. Never thought I'd say that.

"Bella, it's okay," the boy next to me said, looking down at me with his big brown eyes.

How the hell does he know my name?!

He seemed tough, but somewhat compassionate towards me. His hand was still covering my mouth. "We're not going to hurt you," the boy told me, his eyes never looking away from mine. I felt tears fall down my face. I was choking on sobs and beginning to shake. Slowly, after a few minutes, the boy removed his hand from my mouth.

"Who are you?" I whispered.

"My name is John," he answered.

"W-What are you going to d-do with m-me?" I stuttered, sobbing.

"Calm down. I told you we aren't going to hurt you," he repeated, seeming somewhat annoyed.

"What are you going to do?" I asked him again.

John sighed. He looked up at the guys in the front, then back at me. "We know you didn't kill Kasey Harrison. Campbell Griffin did that."

My mouth dropped open, and my eyes widened.

"What?" I whispered.

"At least, that's what we think," the dirty-blonde-haired boy in the passenger's seat said, looking back at me. "I'm Bobby, by the way," he laughed with a wink.

I furrowed my eyebrows and squinted my eyes. This was just insane. Cam did it? How did they know? Were they lying? Why would they try to help me?

I didn't know I had asked all these questions out loud.

"Cam used to be a member of our gang," the driver spoke. "But boss didn't like him. He liked Cam even less when he decided to leave. We've been ordered by the boss to keep an eye on Cam, and that includes you, too."

My breathing grew heavier. "S-So...y-you've been...stalking Cam and me?" I inquired.

"Sorta," John mumbled.

The driver looked back at me. "Anyway, we knew about his affair—"

"Eyes on the road, Malcolm!" Bobby yelled at the driver, who immediately snapped his head back towards the road—but not before sending Bobby a death glare.

"Wait, what has all this got to do with me?" I blurted out.

John looked at me and scooted a little closer. "You're going to help us take that son of a bitch down," he returned with a smirk.

"You want me to help you take down my boyfriend?" I whispered.

"You know more about him than pretty much anyone. Besides, you have motivation: the guy cheated on you, then framed you for his murder."

"Well what am I supposed to do?"

"Right now, you're a fugitive, sweetheart," John stated with a grin. "So we have to be on the move at all times. But with your help, we are going to find the evidence to prove it was Cam."

I scoffed. "I'm already wanted by the police. Do you have any idea how guilty this makes me look?"

John just let out a slight chuckle and shook his head. "Doesn't matter. It's not like they'd ever believe you anyways."

"Why don't they believe me? I don't deserve the blame here. I didn't kill her. I may have hated her, but I didn't do it." My mind soared at one-thousand miles per minute. This was really happening. I had to do this. I had to prove I was innocent. Plus, I doubted that I'd be able to get away from these guys. Even if I did, what was I supposed to do? Turn myself in and say I was kidnapped? This whole situation was insane. But what would've been more insane, would be letting Cam get away with framing me. "I'm not taking the fall for what HE did—not this time," I promised.

A smirk spread across the boys' faces, and they nodded at each other.

"So you're in?" John asked me.

"I'm in. I'm so done playing his blame game."

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Until next time:)

~Diana_M_Bieber