I'm posting chapters 4-6 (the last 3 chapters) now, and I WILL NOT, repeat will NOT be posting any more chapters. I'm sooo sorry, but I just can't keep this up. (To all of you from MMW: seems like I can't finish a fanfiction, can I?) I have a ton of stuff in my life I have to focus on, and this just gets in the way. Again, I'm sooooo super sorry. Thanks for reading, and don't forget, I'm posting chapters 5 and 6 right after this ;)

EDIT: I forgot to edit the "Jonas"s and make them into "Lucas". I fixed those ;)


CHAPTER 4

{KEVIN LUCAS POV}

After a lovely start to the morning (which ended in Nick storming to his room and Joe scowling as he cleaned up the milk that Elvis hadn't already licked up), I decided to go to Coffee Bean with Danielle (Deleasa, my fiancée, remember? I proposed a few months ago). I figured that seeing her would make my day so much better. It always does.

So, right now, we're sitting at a small, round table with only two chairs. It's kind of in the middle of everything, and I'm facing the windows, but all my attention is focused on Danielle.

"What were you saying?" Okay…maybe not. But I'm trying. Really trying.

"Um…I was asking if you were paying attention, which, obviously, you aren't." She looks p*ssed. Sh*t.

"I'm sorry baby. It's just…I keep getting distracted. There's this guy…" I trail off as people start glancing in our direction. I lower my voice. "There's this guy—"

"Wait; what does this guy look like?"

"He's…he's wearing…ugh now I can't see. He went behind someone…okay, now I can see him. He's wearing black sweatpants and a black t-shirt…and sunglasses. He's tall—maybe 6'1" if I'm gauging correctly—and muscular. Very muscular. He's huge…intimidating…" I trail off again, my mind suddenly flying to something else. (What was it that he said?)

"Right. And this guy—this intimidating guy—is distracting you how?" Danielle's skeptical voice pulls me back to reality. (But wasn't I just there?)

"Uh…well…he's just…always there, you know? Everywhere I look, there he is. Every time I look at you though, he's not there."

"Where is he then?"

"I…I don't know. He just…disappears," I reply, confused. I blink—and suddenly, Danielle isn't alone in her seat. She's…with…him. "What the f*ck?!" I yell suddenly, scaring Danielle.

"What? What's wrong?" She's nervous. She's looking around and down at herself, and suddenly he is gone.

"I—we need to leave. Now." I stand up, grab her wrist, and pull her away from the table. She scrambles after me, asking me millions of questions.

"Danielle, stop. Please, stop talking. I'll explain everything in the car—LOOK OUT!!"

And suddenly everything goes black.

{CALLIE GIBSON POV}

--"Please, please, don't hurt me. God, I'm begging you, please don't hurt me!"

"Now, why would I hurt you?"

"Because…because…"

"Because what? Come on, spit it out."

That was the final straw. "Because you're sick. You're twisted, disgusting, and an animal, and I'm ashamed to have ever liked you. You're the reason my mother—"

"Now, I had nothing to do with that, and you know it. You know that, don't you?"

"I know that you did do it. Don't deny it. You know, 'suspicion always haunts a guilty mind'."

"Oh, quoting Shakespeare, now? Well aren't we just the little academic prodigy?"

"It's not my fault I actually stayed in school."

"Ouch; see, now that one really hurt. You think that just because you stayed in high school that that means you're smarter than me?"

"Yes."

"Well then, you're wrong. You're so wrong; do you want to know why?"

"Please; enlighten me."

"Okay, let's start off with a little lesson about what happens when you smart-mouth a trained killer."

"I hate you. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!"

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do!"

"No, you don't," he repeated. He walked closer to me, a slight smile touching his lips. Seeing that, I couldn't help but smile a little myself. Even though I was angry with him.

"Callie, you know I didn't mean to break your Gibson guitar. It was an accident, I swear!"

My smile immediately faded. "It's the very first one my great-great-grandfather Orville made! And it was in a steel case! You can't possibly pass this off as an accident!" I turned on my right heel, walking away from him in the opposite direction.

"Callie, girl—" Taylor began, but I cut him off.

"Don't you 'Callie girl' me! What you did, I'll never forgive you for! I hate you!" I began to jog, trying to get more distance between us. I knew that if he was able to turn me around and stare at me with his enchanting blue eyes, I'd never stay angry.

I turned back for a split second, expecting to see Taylor behind me, but then I crashed into something.

Taylor. He was in front of me now?

"Ungf! God, what the hell—" I stopped, suddenly noticing shooting pain in both of my upper arms. I saw hands, fingers wrapped all the way around my skinny arms, with white knuckles. I let out a cry as they tightened.

Looking up, I saw something that made me fear for my life.

Myself.