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-Rose

Brielle Cavanaugh's POV

"So why do you need me to come over?" I asked Charlotte through the phone.

"Because without your help I'm going to fail my Maths exam!" Charlotte exclaimed. "Besides I haven't started writing notes and I'm sure you already have them."

I scoffed. "So you just assume I already have all the notes done."

"Well do you?" Charlotte enquired.

"Err, that's not the point." I sighed. "Fine, I'll be at your house in around two hours."

"Yay!" Charlotte squealed. "You Brielle Cavanaugh are a lifesaver."

"Don't forget it." I joked. "See you soon."

"Bye Bri." Charlotte said. I hung up the phone and placed it on my nightstand.

I glanced down at the tracksuit pants and pyjama top I was currently wearing and decided to get changed. I quickly pulled on a skirt. I then tugged my pyjama top over my head. I gasped upon seeing the bruises again. It had been a few days but they still hadn't faded at all. The gash on my arm was still prominent and I had to keep it bandaged up. I had still refrained from telling anyone about what Dean had done. Even after I found out that my friends had been getting texts from A too. I was still worried Dean would hurt me again if he found out that I told anyone.

I prodded at a particularly large bruise that had settled on my stomach and I winced at the pain that followed.

Suddenly the door creaked open and I quickly pulled a sweater on so my bruises would be covered.

"Brielle?" Tessa questioned as she wandered into the room. "Who's A?"

I whirled around and gawked at my little sister in shock. "What! Why?"

Tessa observed me in confusion. "Um, a person called A left a letter for you."

"Did you see what they looked like?" I pressed.

"No, they just left a letter that's all. I only know it's from A because it says in on the front."

I thanked my sister and gingerly took the letter from her hands. To be honest I was extremely worried that A had sent me a bomb that was going to go off as soon as I opened the letter.

I shut the door and walked over to my desk. I took a seat and then broke the seal of the letter. Slipping the paper out I examined the contents.

Ouch!
Dean sure can pack a punch.
Who knew you'd be on the receiving end?

-A

I groaned and tugged my sweater closer to my body. I quickly ripped up the letter and stuffed it in the bottom of my trashcan.

I was so sick of A. Needing to clear my head I grabbed my boots and headed outside.

I walked slowly down the street. The sun was starting to go down and the sky had turned grey. I realised how late it was getting so I decided to head towards Charlottes house.

My boots were making clicking sounds on the concrete. I only realised there were two sets of footsteps when it was too late.

One minute I was walking the next minute a hand had clamped around my mouth enabling me from screaming. I bit the person's finger and they quickly let go. I ran forward in an attempt to get away but was yanked my back by my hair. Tears spiked my eyes as I struggled to break free. Someone hit me on the head and it didn't take to long for the world to go black.

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When I woke up I didn't know where I was. From the looks of it I was in some kind of basement. Probably in some abandoned building. I struggled to move and cried out in pain when I felt something dig into my wrist. I turned my head so I could look in the direction of my hands, they were bound by some kind of rope and secured behind my back to a wooden pillar. I attempted to move my legs but gave up when I realised they were also bound together. My head was throbbing and I felt a steady flow of blood ooze from the gash of my forehead. The crimson blood trickled down my face and dripped onto my shirt. I tried to scream but instead found myself unable to project sound. I had unfortunately been gagged with what seemed to be a dirty rag, I shuddered at the thought of the germs that had now invaded my mouth.

I had to get out of here. I shook my head widely until I felt the rag loosen. Finally it fell off. I took a deep breath as I prepared myself to scream my lungs out. I was about to scream when a voice interrupted me.

"There's no point. I've been screaming for the past hour, no one can hear us."

I whirled around towards the voice. "Avalon!" I cried in surprise. "What are you doing here?"

Avalon flashed me a weak smile. "Haven't you ever heard the term 'Friends stick together'?" I stared at Avalon, she rolled her eyes. "I was also kidnapped by A. However unlike you I woke up around an hour ago."

"Did you see who it was?" I questioned.

"No." Avalon scowled. "Whoever it is hasn't been back down here since they tied us up."

I groaned and laid my head against the wall.

"Brielle, what do you think A wants?" Avalon asked worriedly.

"I'm not sure. Ultimately I think whoever it is just wants to see us in pain." I replied.

"But why?!" Avalon asked frustrated. "What the hell did we ever do to deserve this?" She was almost yelling now. She finished by grimacing at her leg.

"Are you ok?" I enquired concerned.

"Stupid bastard stabbed my leg." Avalon said through gritted teeth. "It's not that deep but its bleeding a lot."

"Put pressure on it." I instructed.

"No!" Avalon exclaimed. "I'll get blood on my new shirt."

"Avalon!"

"Fine!" Avalon gave in and pressed her hand against the wound.

I examined the room. There wasn't much in here apart from the two wooden pillars Avalon and I were tied to. However the far side of the room was too dark to see.

"There has to be some way out of here." I said.

"Well it doesn't matter if there is, we won't be able to move with our hands bound like this." Avalon contradicted.

I groaned. "If only I could reach my back pocket. I keep a pocket knife in there."

Avalon gave me a weird look. "Why on earth do you have a pocket knife?"

"Are you kidding me? Ever since A sent me the first message I've been sleeping with it under my pillow." I said.

Avalon shrugged her shoulders. "Understandable."

"Well if I can shift my weight to my back I might be able to shimmy my hands up the pillar, then I could probably reach the knife." I suggested.

"Worth a shot." Avalon said as she pressed her blood stained sleave to her leg, she pouted. "A so owes me a new shirt."

I moved my knees up to my chest and was about to attempt to stand up when a gunshot sounded. Avalon and I screamed in fright. My heart pounded in my chest and I exchanged a scared look with Avalon.

The light in the corner of the room flickered on. Now I could see the far end of the basement. I wish I couldn't.

"Avalon?" I whispered.

"What?" She said, she still hadn't noticed the other side of the room.

"Look." I said my voice barely audible.

"Oh my god." Avalon breathed.

I forced myself to look back at the wall.

Try to escape again and the next bullet goes to your head.

-A

"Brielle is that written in…" She trailed off unable to finish her sentence.

I swallowed the lump in my throat. "Blood. Yeah I think it is."

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It felt like it had been hours. Ever since A had shot the wall not a word had been spoken. Avalon hadn't said anything and I wasn't going to be the one to break the silence.

To say I was worried about Avalon was an understatement, I was absolutely terrified for her safety. She had lost quite a lot of blood. The colour had completely drained from her face making her skin seem almost translucent. Blood had soaked her clothes, even though the cut wasn't particularly deep it had bleed a lot. Her eyes were closed and silent tears trickled down her cheeks.

The pounding in my head had grown worse. The blood that had been dripping down my face had stopped and it had hardened into a sticky mass.

Suddenly I heard footsteps above us.

"Brielle! Avalon!" The voices of Scarlett and Charlotte called.

I almost laughed. We were going to be saved. "Down here!" I screamed.

The footsteps clattered down the stairs. We were going to be ok.

Yay so Brielle and Avalon are ok. What did you think? The next chapter will be from Charlotte's POV. Please review

-Rose