Naia's POV

"Well, here we are." James said, pulling the car up into a driveway. I wasn't paying attention to anything on the drive here, I was just far too sad to really care, but this house caught my attention.

"Wait, this is where the Samuals used to live." I said, confused. Something didn't feel right.

James stopped the engine and we got out. "Who?" He asked as I followed him to the front door.

"The Samuals. They were the first people to foster me and some other kids." I explained as James unlocked the door and we walked in. With a thud, he shut the door and locked it.

"And what happened to them?" He asked. The air suddenly seemed to grow thick with tension.

I swallowed before answering, "Mr. Samual tried to shoot the kids but Mrs. Samual jumped in front of the bullet. He then shot himself."

James nodded, his eyes narrowed. "And it's your fault." He then grabbed me by the wrist, catching me by surprise.

"What?" I asked as he dragged me up the stairs, "I wasn't even there at the time!" Then another thought dawned on me, "How do you even know?"

James pulled me into bathroom and shoved me into a wall. I let out a sound of pain as my head hit the wall.

"Let me explain," James said, closing the door behind him, "Mrs. Samual happens to be my sister. She's dead now, along with my brother-in-law, and it's because of you."

I shook my head, "No, you don't know the whole story."

James let out a laugh, "Oh trust me, I know the whole story. If you had just stayed put that morning, none of this would have happened. My sister would still be alive." I made an attempt to get up but James kicked me in the stomach, causing me to collapse back onto the floor.

"I'm a man of my word." He continued as I struggled to catch my breath. "You're going to pay for what you did."

Now I was confused. Man of his word. "What do you mean?" I asked, gasping for air.

James shook his head, "Boy are you stupid Naia. Those notes, the threats, have you not pieces it together yet?"

I understood now. It was all a lie. James didn't want to live out his wife's dream. I bet he didn't even have a wife. He just needed to get his hands on me. That's when the messages on those threats came back to me.

"You're going to kill me?" I asked, my heart racing. I didn't want to die, not like this, not this soon.

James smirked at my pathetic self, gasping for breath on the ground, "In the most painful way possible and in the longest way possible."

This all had to be a dream, if I pinched myself, I should wake up in my bed in Matt and Gabby's apartment, or maybe on the couch in Firehouse 51. I wasn't ready to die. Did Ellie have these thoughts when the gun was pointed at her? No, Ellie was always much braver than I was. I had to be brave.

"You won't get away with this." I hissed at him, pushing myself up, I tried to get up but James kicked me back down, knocking the wind out of me. "If you kill me, they'll find me at some point and you'll get locked up. I looked into James' eyes and saw anger flash through them before he picked me up and threw me against the wall. I felt my head slam against it and I blacked out.