(GUS)
When I wake up, I find myself, to my dismay, tied to a tree behind Tyler's house, similar to the way Shawn had described being tied. Except, instead of ropes, he had used zip ties.
Luckily, my dad was no where to be found. Feeling my phone vibrating in my pocket, I try and wiggle and answer it.
Appearing from my left, in the now diminishing light, Tyler pulls it out from my pocket.
"Oh, hello Shawn." he smiles, looking at me. "Remember me? Hey, settle down, I haven't hurt him - yet. Are you and your dad doing good? I was so surprised when you got away. Okay, well, I'm going to let you go. Gus and I have some matters to attend to. Isn't that right?" he asks me, whipping me with a thick piece of something (I suspect leather), causing me to scream in hangs up the phone.
I try begging to the man. "I won't tell anyone, if you let me go. I'll lead them towards somewhere nowhere near you."
"Haha, good try. No, I'm okay. Now, to start with your long death!" he says.
Taking the strip again, he strikes me several times, making my whole body sting and bleed.
When he pauses, I speak out. "You know, I'm not the only one who knows who you are."
This completely stops him. Catching movement him, I continue. "I also told Shawn." I half-smile (well more like a wince), at his look of surprise.
"SBPD! Put your hands in the air, Tyler Franks!" Detective Carlton Lassiter yells, gun trained on the criminal, partner at his side.
Turning around, he drops the whip. As Lassie cuffs him, Jules comes over towards me.
"Are you ok Gus?" she asks carefully, noticing the marks that tear and bleed through my shirt.
Cutting the ties, she lets me sit down.
"Yeah. I'm going to be pretty sore though."
She helps me up. "There's an ambulance out front. You should go to the hospital, let them check you over."
Not wanting to argue, I agree.