Fleeing. It's the only solution. But what sends chills down my spines, what makes my heart ache with disappointment is the thought of being trapped in Finn's arms, but not in the way someone would intend. Knowing that I'd probably try to escape his wrath he'd probably try to suck me back in with his mischievous ways. So far the only way to be safe, is to seem clueless. Every sign, hint, I must seem oblivious to all of them or who knows what danger could occur.

My fingers dance along the top of a small puddle on the sidewalk as I roll my skateboard with my heels. I'm spending majority of today sorting out my thoughts since I finally have the freedom to leave my house without guidance, especially after what had happened in the bathtub. For the first time I'm worrying over the safety of my family and at the same time I cant help but think he's not after me first.

The girl at the park was probably a way of warning me, or preparing me for the worst.

I slowly rise and wipe down my jeans and hop onto my skateboard, back to my house. As I make it to an intersection, a car on the opposite street reaches a stop sign. Yet, it's still coming. I cant stop now, since im going down hill at a warp speed. So I decide to speed up, to pass up the car before he reaches the intersection too. It seems we are going the same speed as we meet and I swerve off the side, planting my face into the soft mushy grass. I turn to see the car had disappeared. I sigh in relief till I hear boots scuffing across the cement behind me. I quickly turn and spot 2 dark figures reaching out to me, and the next thing I know, I'm trapped in darkness as I feel that I'm thrown into some vehicle. I kick and scream and try my best to escape, but there's no way out of it.

All I hear then, is the voice of the 2 males.

"Are you sure she's the right one?" A soft and light male voice spoke.

"Positive, she was the last to witness it." A deep and mature voice spoke as I finally could tell them apart. I had no clue what they were talking about, only knowing I was there. I wasn't sure if they knew that just because they sealed me in fabric, that I was still capable of hearing.

"What if she doesn't kn-"

"Oh she knows. I know she does." The scruffy deep voice interrupting the other as they continued in argument.

"How do you know?" The voice sounded so desperate for an answer. I didn't like where this was going. There was a moment of silence till that masculine voice returned, declaring information that I thought I would have never imagined of hearing.

"Because, she knows my son."

...

Do my ears deceive me? I pray to god that by "his son" he didn't mean, Finn. Plus Finn told me his dad died in war, so now all the options of who it could be, left me clueless. I suddenly feel lifted into strong arms as I'm thrown over someone's shoulder, someone I'm more afraid of than Finn at the moment.

I was thrown into a bright white room, finally released from the bag as my face slams against the hard walls. My hands still tied behind my back as I collapse onto the floor, probably leaving some bruises. I felt that similar strong hand lift me onto a chair and my vision cleared up, finally giving me a view of these 2 mysterious men.

One who looked like they were in their mid 20's. The other one on the other hand, had scruff on his chin and 2 dimples as he shot me a grin.

I can recognize those dimples and eyes from anywhere.

"Yo-your Finn's dad?" I asked curiously with a slight of disbelief. His smile faded then he shot up from his seat and strolled around the interrogation room.

"I assume, you have already been acquainted with my son." He guessed as I let out a sharp sigh. "More than acquainted."

He stopped walking and glared at me. A stare I immediately understood. " NO! I mean, I dated your son…and it didn't go very well."

He let out a significant laugh then sat down in front of me, crossing his legs and folding his hands behind his back, slouching in power.

"I can see that, very surprised actually that it went far." He stated as the thought of Carole appeared in my mind. "Same here, thought it was quite impossible after meeting his mother." I confessed as I hoped it didn't offend him in any way.

"Yes, usually he doesn't get to date many girls, especially ones who actually stand up for themselves and their loved ones….Which is why your next."

I froze and felt every strand of hair on the back of my neck stand and the goose bumps spreading like wildfire on every inch of skin.

"What," I choked as he leaned in and slammed his fist on the table.

"You know god damn well what I'm talking about! You broke his heart and now he's determined, more than ever, to break yours." He exclaimed as I shot him a cold stare.

"How would you know, you were never there."

He slowly shifted in his seat then sat tall. "He doesn't know. Me being alive. I faked it."

"What kind of father would fake a death, especially with children back at home?" I screamed to the top of my lungs, dying for a reply. Thankfully, I received it instantly as I finished my statement.

"A FATHER THAT'S TRYING TO PROTECT HIMSELF!" His words, sending me into deep confusion as he knew something that I didn't.

"What do you mean?" I asked as his head tilted towards the ground and stayed that way for the whole conversation.

"He's not safe. He's dangerous. Ever since he tried killing me in my sleep, I couldn't risk being around that type of threat. So I left and joined the army and told them to send the KIA notice."

I felt his pain through his tone of voice. Low, desperate. All the memories of Zeke wanting to ignore conversations about his dad, and I finally figured out why.

"His mother was over protective since then, no violent video games, television. Anything that would expose him to his past. She was only doing what was best for him."

That's why she hated me, because he met me. A person with many thoughts, majority of them not positive. And it all made sense now. He liked the fact I was dark on the inside. That I was alone and tried staying strong. He fed upon that until he recuperated me so that I grew weak and reckless. Trying to figure me out on the inside and use it against me.

"And his brothers don't even know about him?"

He shook his head. "And they never will, and that's why we need your help."

I didn't like where this was leading. "How exactly?"

"He's a monster, one that doesn't stop till sacrifice is made. But this time, he needs to be the one to make it."

He may be a monster, but I know he couldn't be evil to the point to where I wanted to….do that. It's still as if a part of me still belongs with him yet I'm supposed to be switching directions now. I'm officially trapped in this battle with myself.

"I cant."

"Yes you can." He forced.

"I cant! I cant…kill a person." I confessed as he rose from his seat and placed himself behind me. His hand lowered a knife in front of my face.

"There's always a first try at everything." After hovering it in my face, he placed it on the table and released my hand cuffs then exit the room.

I glared at the weapon then lifted it myself, laying it in my palms. I rubbed my finger tips across the blade. So sharp, so deadly. I knew they stood behind a mirror watching me. And I knew exactly where it was. I stood up and walked towards them with a smirk, then stopped right before I hit the wall.

"I'm in."

Last chapter for the week! Alot of planing to do with these huge chapters that will be coming in. Took a spin on the story a bit, so that now we find out who's the bad guy. But deep down, Finn might just be lost. Hope you enjoyed and Please comment! Let the final battle begin!