Hobbs POV

A Few Hours Earlier

Justin is still screaming and crying when I pull over. I have another car waiting, the van is burned the windshield is cracked and caked with blood. I load the truck with only a few things before I go to get Taylor. As soon as I go to touch him he starts kicking at me.

"Taylor…fucking stop!" I yell before he kicks me in the face "Fuck!"

I go over to the other car and look for the drugs I used before to knock him out before. I take the needle back to the van and fight my way in. It takes me a while to pin his arm down and get the needle in. in a matter of minutes he's out, I cuff his hands behind his back and toss him in the trunk. Then I speed off with no real direction, all my plans are fucked.

I don't even really have anywhere else to go, fucking Kinney. I really hope he's dead, he ruined everything! If he's dead then Justin will hate me, not that he doesn't already.

I shake my head to clear it and try to think of a place to go. Then it hits me this motel that we just agreed to fix up, it's deserted and empty no one around for miles. So I head there. I choose a room that still has furniture and electricity in it. I dump Taylor on the couch and turn on the TV. I switch to the news and see that there's an APB on me and I also found out that Kinney's still alive and so is Daphne.

Not that they mention them by name of course trying to protect their identity. Everything is completely fucked, I go out to the car and dig around until I find the bottle of scotch. I drink half the bottle outside stewing over everything. I wobble inside and look at Justin this is all his fault. I'm gonna go to jail…I guess that's what he wanted all along and he'll finally get it. So maybe I should get what I want, why not if I'm going to jail anyway.

Justin's POV

When I wake up squinting against the sunlight on a dusty squeaky bed. The gag is gone and my legs are free but my hands are still cuffed behind me. I sit up and look around it looks like we're in a motel or something. I stretch a little and my back hurts from sleeping on this shity bed. Then everything that happened yesterday assaults my memory like a ton of bricks.

The tears start before I can stop them, Daphne and Brian their gone and it's all my fault. Before I can really start to lose it Hobbs comes in with an eerily calm look on his face. When he sees me crying he rolls his eyes at me.

"Relax Taylor defying all logic both Daphne and Kinney are fine" he says turning up the TV

When he does there's a report about Hobbs and about what happened at the cabin. They said that the victims of the attack were recovering well at the hospital. The report also said that if any one sees Hobbs not to approach him. Because he's armed and extremely dangerous. Nothing about me though.

"I think their trying to protect your identy so when you survive this you can live a happy normal life" Hobbs says almost reading my mind

He tosses me a plastic bag and points to the bathroom "shower works if you want to clean up" he says freeing my hands with that same creepy calm.

I take the bag and hurry to the bathroom I lock the door behind me. At least I think I do this place is so run down I can't tell if that sound was the door locking or the lock breaking. Brian's alive their both alive! I feel a little calmer and take a semi-warm shower. Thankful that there's any hot water in this place at all.

After I shower I put on the jeans and long sleeve shirt Chris bought me. I carefully put on the socks and one of the shoes, it hurts way too much to put the other on. When I head back in the room I think about what Hobbs said. He said 'so when you survive this'.

"Are you…letting me go?" I ask out loud

"Yes" he says simply helping me up and too the car.

"Why? Not that I'm not gratefully" I ask as he lodes me into the car

"Because my face is plastered all over the fucking news. This little game isn't going to last long now."

The way he says it lets me know that it's not over, not yet anyway. I decide to stay quite the whole time. When we get to where we're going the place looks familiar. And when I realize where we are my stomach tightens with nervousness.

"What are you going to do?" I whisper

He doesn't answer me he just takes out his phone and dials.