Author's Note: Hey all! Look another chapter yay! Uhm, not much to say about this one, other than the identity of Crazy Psycho Stalker is revealed! Eeek, gasp! But dont worry just because the identity is revealed doesn't mean that the story is coming to an end super quickly! Because its not. We still have a bit to go! So enough of my ramblings on...onto chapter 25! As always Read/Enjoy/Review! P.S THANK YOU FOR ALL THE AMAZING COMMENTS YOU ARE GUYS ARE AHHH-MAZING!

Chapter 25: The Story

" Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned."

" Brooke," the voice calls out to me and I try to lift my head, but instead it just rolls from side to side as I groan, " Wake up Brooke." I force my eyes open, squinting under the harsh lights, and I try to move my hands but find that they are bound tightly behind my back, and to my horror I'm wearing nothing but my panties and bra. Fear courses through me as I look around, trying to find where the voice is coming from.

" Who," I call out, coughing harshly, my throat dry, " Who's there?"

" You still don't know who I am do you Brooke?" the voice calls back and I shake my head cursing the fact that tears course down my cheeks. I start struggling against my bindings, my wrists screaming in pain as I try to find someway to free them. " Your list was quiet interesting Brooke. You had just about everyone on it. Everyone but me."

I watch as a slim form crosses into the light, and my heart all but stops in my chest when I recognize her.

" Margot," I whisper cringing as she steps close to me.

" That's right bitch," Margot hisses, and because I'm stuck to the chair I cant scramble away or block the blow that glances off my face, snapping my head back. My eyes roll back into my head and the all too familiar darkness comes back, snatching me away.

Michael's POV

It's been twelve hours. Twelve hours since I found Brooke's veil abandoned behind the stage, with Brooke nowhere in sight. I sit, dropping my head into my hands, my knee bouncing as people walk around me. I don't hear anything that's being said. All the sounds around me has become white noise. My heart aches in my chest, and I jerk viciously when someone's hand lands on my shoulder.

" I brought you some tea," a soft voice calls out to me and I look up into the face of Olivia, her face is pale, her eyes shimmering from all the tears that she has refused to let fall in front of me, in front of anyone.

" Thanks," I mutter putting it down on the table in front of me, not bothering to try and take a drink from it.

" Have they said anything?" she asks, sitting next to me, and I shake my head blowing a deep breath out.

" Nothing other than the security camera lines were cut, so there is no footage as to who took Brooke, what car they put her in, which way they went," I say, barely noticing when her hand seeks mine.

" And everyone was accounted for? I mean when they did the head count, Brooke was the only one missing?" she asks, her voice growing thick.

" I honestly don't know, I've been waiting for Max to give me the list for an hour now. I just got done being questioned by the police," I say, and her sound of disapproval meshes well with my feelings. I understand that when someone goes missing, they look at everyone in their lives, but for God's sake, I had just married Brooke. Why in the world would I do anything to hurt her? My hand balls into a tight fist, and I fight as hard as I can to not just scream at the top of my lungs.

" Mike," Max's voice calls from behind me and I get to my feet quickly turning to see him rushing into the room a piece of paper held tightly in his hand.

" Is that the list?" I demand, and he nods his head his eyes sober as he stares at me. I snatch the paper from his hands, and start scanning it.

" Mike, Mike," he says and I tear my eyes away from the paper to look at him, " Margot isn't on the list. Margot's missing too."

" What?" I say feeling my heart tightening sickly in my chest.

" Margot isn't on the list," he says again slowly, and the room spins viciously around me.

" We need all the information we can find on Margot Slade," I snap out anger bubbling inside of me.

Brooke's POV

I stare at Margot, watching her as she walks around the cramped room, hot tears coursing rapidly down my face. The walls are blanketed with pictures. Pictures of Blake, Me, Michael, Caleb, and Olivia. I cringe when she walks towards me, a cup in her hand.

" Drink this," Margot says kneeling in front of me, and I turn my head clenching my teeth tight. I know I should comply. Compliance can insure my survival. Or at the very least lengthen the time that I have left. But the idea of drinking anything she hands me has my stomach pitching. The memory of another time and place, where I was forced to drink and then left unable to protect myself or fight back has me refusing. Even if it means that my death comes a little quicker.

" Its just water," she says softly, but I refuse to look at her, " Damn it!" I jump when she throws the water in my face, sputtering at the iciness.

" Why are you doing this?" I ask, my lips barely moving having grown numb from the coolness of the room she has me in, and the water that drips off my face.

" You made me do this," she says and I look at her, trying to bite back on the rage that courses through me.

" How?" I ask calmly, " How did I make you do this?"

" You want to know the story?" she asks and I nod my head watching as she pulls a chair up in front of me. " All right, you want to know the story, I'll tell you the story."

Michael's POV

" She doesn't have a record," Max says, sitting across from me at the table, " Not so much as a ticket. She's twenty eight. Born and raised in Salt Lake City, Utah, until she was eighteen years old, that's when she moved to L.A. She was married for a year, divorced at the age of nineteen. There's nothing out of the ordinary about this girl Mike. Nothing."

" This doesn't make sense," I say pushing away from the table, getting up to pace the room, " Why would Margot want to hurt Brooke?"

" I don't know Mike, I don't know, I've dug up everything I could. The police here are getting in contact with the police in Salt Lake, telling them to keep an eye out. I wish I had more," Max says and I sigh heavily, rubbing at my chest.

" I know why Margot would do this," a voice calls from behind me and I turn slowly looking at Caleb, his eyes, so much like Brooke's that it haunts me, swimming with tears.

" What are you talking about?" I ask, reminding myself not to take my anger out on him. He's just as terrified by this whole thing as I am. As we all are.

" I don't know why I never saw it before. Never put it together before," he says, his voice tight as he shakily takes a seat at the table.

" Just start at the beginning," I say, sitting across from him. I lean forward listening intently as he launches into his tale.

Brooke's POV

I watch Margot, her large green eyes shining, a far away look on her face. I shift uncomfortably on the chair, trying not to wince when my wrists, which have been rubbed raw by my bindings, scream with every movement I make.

" I liked you at first Brooke, I did," Margot starts, leaning forward her hands shaking as she clasps them in front of her, " I sympathized with you, when Michael broke your heart. I've been there. I know what its like to have someone rip your heart from your chest. I was married before. It was short. I was young, in love. But he wasn't ready. At least that's what he said to me. Devastated me. I spent a lot of lonely years just passing through life. But then I met someone. Someone who made everything better. But you stole that from me."

" How, how did I steal that from you Margot?" I ask, trying to keep her talking.

" Blake. You stole Blake," she says her eyes flashing with fury so bright that I wince afraid that she's going to start hitting me again, " Blake and I were in love before you came along. Wounded, poor, sad Brooke. Needed rescuing. Again. You drew Blake in with your sadness. You took him away from me."

I jump when she pushes out of her chair, knocking it backwards the sound of it echoing off the walls. I shiver, waiting for the attack, bracing myself the best that I can, but instead she just paces, like a wild cat.

" I was eight weeks pregnant when he broke things off with me for you," she says, her voice sad, " I cried, screamed, and begged. But he told me he didn't love me anymore. That what we had was nice, but what he had with you, was so much better. When I told him I was pregnant, that I had his baby growing inside of my body he told me to get rid of it. That he didn't want anything to ruin his relationship with you."

" Margot, I didn't know, I never knew," I cry, realizing that as much as Margot is the perpetrator, as much as she has terrorized me, she was a victim. She was a victim of Blake's, and all his pretty words.

" You think that matters!" she screams, dragging my head back by my hair, staring down at me, " It doesn't matter what you knew or didn't know! You stole him. You stole my baby. You took away my chance at a happy life."

" I didn't make you kill Blake Margot, or your baby, you did that all on your own," I hiss out, cringing when she slaps me harshly, spitting blood onto the concrete floor.

" Your right, I did do that all on my own. It took months of planning, of waiting, of watching," she says, a sickening smile crossing her lips, " I was hoping you would have been there that night too. But you weren't. Did you know he begged? I made him beg, for his life, for yours. So sad really, to see someone so strong begging."

" Your sick," I snap, " You're a coward! So what, some guy turns you away so that's reason enough to murder him! To shoot me, to kidnap me! He was a grown man Margot, and he made the choice all on his own. I'm sorry that he didn't love you the way you loved him, but killing him wasn't the road to take. You had to know. You had to know that Blake and I wouldn't have lasted."

" Oh I considered waiting him out, hoping and praying, but hopes and prayers can prove to be too lengthy of a process," she says smiling at me, " So I took matters into my own hands. And now, now we're onto the final act Brooke."

" Your going to kill me aren't you?" I ask, my heart thundering in my chest as her words sink in. My heart aches in my chest. A fire consuming me from the inside out as I realize her intention. As it becomes crystal clear. She thinks I stole Blake, her life. So she's going to steal mine. I think of Michael. Closing my eyes slowly remembering him as I saw him last, recalling the picture he and Mama made dancing in the center of the dance floor. I think of Olivia, and Caleb, the baby that grows inside of her. I think of all the things that had been waiting for me. My future. The future I wasn't sure I wanted. The children Michael and I would have had, and raised together. I bow my head, my shoulders shaking gently as the tears come hot and fast.

" Yes, I am," she answers soberly, and I lift my head watching her as she pulls a camcorder out, methodically setting it up, " But I have every intention of letting you say good by first."