Georgia had found out where Brax was located. She had written the address on a slip of paper but she was torn between doing the right thing and reporting it to the police or standing by her friend and keeping it to herself. She put the paper in-between a stack of magazines in the kitchen and went to Heaths room (where she was staying while Brax was gone) and got changed out of her uniform.
Charlie wandered into the kitchen staring at her mobile. Brax hadn't contacted her any more times. She sat down at the table and grabbed a magazine to take her mind off worrying about Brax. Charlie grabbed the vogue magazine out of the pile. Charlie flicked open the front cover and a piece of paper slid out, she grasped it in-between her fingers and read the contents.
45 MONRONE STREET SYDNEY- BRAX
Someone knew where Brax was!
Charlie recognized the writing as Georgia's, Georgia always added swirls to the ends of her letters and when she was in a rush she would write in capital letters. How could Georgia keep this from Charlie? Charlie looked over to where she could hear Georgia singing along to her iPod in Heaths room. Charlie loved Georgia but she wasn't fully sure that Georgia wouldn't notify the cops so Charlie grabbed the slip of paper and ran out to her car, she would find Brax herself.
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Brax walked around outside the abandoned cottage, he kept rethinking what he was doing. Grant was tied up to a chair inside the small cottage. Brax was so determined to get revenge on Grant but he kept wondering what Charlie was thinking, what would she say?
Brax had forced Grant out of his car after their drive the day before, he had left Grant tied to the chair overnight, Brax wasn't sure whether he was choosing the best solution to it all. Revenge didn't seem like the best choice than when he used to pick it for everything. Brax walked back into the small cottage and he saw that Grant had awoken. Grant looked up at Brax and glared at him, he spat at Brax's feet. Brax merely took a step back, he was filled with so much hatred for Grant but he was still unsure of what actions to take next.
'You are going to go to jail for a very long time' Grant shouted angrily.
Brax stared at Grant 'What? You mean how you went to jail for raping my fiancé?'
Grant put his head down.
'Are you even sorry?' Brax asked, hoping that Grant was remorseful for his actions in his earlier life. Grant looked up at Brax, his grey eyes widened and he began to laugh, not just a small giggle but an eccentric crazy laugh, his face kept grinning and Brax began to get angrier, Grant wasn't sorry for what he had done to Charlie, he found it all a joke, something funny. He wasn't sorry so neither was Brax.
Brax's hands clenched into tight fists, he could feel his body shaking with anger. Grant continued to laugh; Brax raised his fist and smacked it down onto Grants head.
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Georgia walked out of the room dressed in her casual clothes; she wandered into the kitchen to get something to eat. Georgia's eyes glanced to the stack of magazines, the vogue magazine that she had put the paper with the GPS location on it, was lying open on the table. Georgia could tell that someone had taken the paper and she knew that Heath didn't read vogue magazine so it must have been Charlie.
Charlie was driving along a long road, the tall buildings and apartments turned into looming trees with charcoal dipped branches and it got darker as the hours went onwards.
Charlie glanced at the GPS in her car, it showed the approximate of how much longer until she reached her destination as 00:08 minutes. Charlie could feel her heart beet faster; she wanted to get to Brax so badly.
The car swirled around a rough bend and if Charlie squinted she could see the outline of the cottage that Brax and Grant were in up ahead.
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'You bastard!' Brax cried, punching Grant's face.
Grant laughed to himself, his face was bleeding and there were bruises on his body. Brax had subconsciously expected an apologetic or remorseful response from Grant after being beaten-up by him but Grant was just laughing and smiling whenever Brax hit him which egged Brax on to continue.
'I enjoyed hurting her' Grant smiled. Brax could feel himself fuming, how could Grant say such a horrible thing, do such disgusting things and expect to get off free. This was it. Brax took out the gun from his bag. He had it from when he was first in the riverboys and they used it to shoot pigs from a distance when they were hunting.
Grant's face whitened and he stopped laughing. Brax flicked the trigger's lock back and forth, he grabbed Grant's neck under one arm and held the gun to the side of his head, still clicking the lock back and forth, Brax could hear Grants breathing become heavier.
'You enjoyed raping my fiancé, that is what you just said' Brax said icily
Grant shook his head still in the grasp of Brax's arm 'Nup, I, I didn't meant it' he murmered
'I think you just don't want to die' Brax stated the obvious, 'I'm just being you, you controlled Charlie's life back then and now I'm controlling yours. To live, not to live, to live, not to live' he snapped, the clicking of the lock echoed his words.
Suddenly the door opened. 'Brax, baby' Charlie called out, running into the room. She stopped in her tracks when she saw the gun in his hand. 'Wha- what are you doing?' Charlie said scared, she couldn't believe that she had just interrupted her fiancé about to kill someone.
'He has to pay for what he did to you' Brax said weakly, his saddened eyes connecting with Charlie's 'I couldn't have protected you back then'
Charlie felt tears form around her eyes and she nodded 'I know baby, I know. Put the gun down though' she said softly.
Brax looked away from Charlie and he shook his head 'He said things about you, disgusting things' Brax said. Charlie watched Brax's eyes blur with tears.
Charlie slowly walked towards Brax; she placed a hand on his arm and rubbed it lightly 'I hate Grant' she said staring at Grant who looked away. 'I hate you so much' she wept, talking directly to Grant this time.
Grant nodded 'I know, but you can forgive me' he said glancing at the gun still firmly in place in Brax's hand.
Charlie stomped her foot 'Forgive you? I will never ever forgive you Grant but unlike you I have a heart and I don't want to kill you, I want you dead but I don't want to kill you' she cried, Brax watched Charlie break down in anguish.
'I have to' Brax said, raising the gun further towards Grants head.
'Please Brax, I love you so much; don't shoot him, he isn't even worth it' Charlie said tearfully, her hand clinging to Brax.
'Yeah but you are' Brax murmered, staring at Grant.
Charlie kissed Brax's cheek; she closed her eyes and let herself imagine that none of this happened.
A single tear dropped down Brax's cheek. He was willing to give up his entire life to a jail cell for Charlie.
'He can't go free' Brax said, looking at Charlie. She attempted to smile but tears of terror, sadness and love continued to fall.
'He won't go free baby, I promise' Charlie whispered, stroking Brax's head.
Brax dropped the gun on the floor; it hit the timber floorboards with a bang. Grant flinched as he heard the noise.
'Untie him' Charlie told Brax softly.
Brax nodded and reluctantly untied the rope tied around Grant.
Grant stood up shakily and Charlie ran over to Brax and hugged him. She wrapped her arms around his shaky body. 'I love you so much' Charlie wept into Brax's body. Brax nodded and kissed her lips passionately 'I'm sorry' he whispered.
'I'm not' snapped a voice. Charlie turned around and gasped. Grant was holding the gun that Brax had dropped. 'It wasn't very nice of you, abducting me and hurting me like that' spat Grant. Charlie held Brax's hand, she was so terrified. Grant was controlling the power once again.
Brax stepped in front of Charlie as Grant held the gun up to them. 'Come over here, Charlie' he said in a sickly sweet tone.
Brax put his arm back 'Nup, Stay behind me' he instructed, taking a step towards Grant.
Grant glared at Brax 'Charlie, come over here now! Or I will shoot your boyfriend!' he shouted
Charlie loved Brax so much; he had proven his love already it was now her turn. Charlie stepped away from Brax and towards Grant.
'Charlie' Brax cried, grabbing her arm. Charlie felt her eyes water 'Thankyou' she mouthed to Brax before softly lifting his arm off her and walking over to Grant.
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COMING UP:
WHAT COULD GRANT BE PLANNING THAT IS EVEN LOWER THAN RAPING CHARLIE?
WILL HE BE STOPPED IN TIME
BRAX AND CHARLIE NEED HELP.
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