CHAPTER 2..
Everything was a blur, but I could faintly hear and see things, that was just for a while..
"PEYTON!" Lucas screamed… He couldn't understand what was going on through his head, all he did was fall to his knees with his head in his hands he then got up and walked over to me. "STOP! IF
YOU DARE COME CLOSE TO TOUCH HER I'LL SHOOT YOU AND YOUR FRIENDS TOO!" The guy said. Lucas stepped back. I heard him whisper to me, "Peyton, I want you to hang in there, cause no
matter what happens to you, you will get help because you are a Scott now, and Scott's may face the hardest of things in life, but God's always on their side and he helps every single one of them, and
Peyton, you're going to stay with me and we are going to have a big family with 4 or 5 kids and we will see them grow older and have their own kids and we're going to become grandparents, and it'll happen
one day Peyton! I just need you to stay strong and I'll come and save you!" He got up and put his hand behind his head. "Please, I beg of you don't hurt her, she doesn't deserve this!" Lucas told the guy.
"SHUT UP! JUST SHUT UP AND STAND BACK, I DONT WANT TO HEAR A SINGLE WORD FROM YOU GUYS!" The guy shouted back to Lucas. I felt myself getting lifted off the ground, my body aching
everywhere, I wish i could just run away from all of this, and go back to the way things were, I looked at who was carrying me with the little sight that I had, I saw that the guy who was carrying was not my
hero, and not my husband.. It was the guy who had robbed Brooke, who last I saw was brutally hurt. I was scared, panicking but i couldn't move. I then became unconscious from all the blood loss… *An hour
or so had passed* I woke up, and I felt nothing, couldn't move, my breathing became harder too, I was surprised i wasn't dead as yet. I looked around to see i was in this giant building, abandoned building to
be exact, no one inside except a man, I guess it was the guy who shot me. He was on the phone though, the conversation was unusual with what I had left of my hearing. "Luc-Lucas" I said. "HEY! What are
you doing awake? The guy said to me in a rude manor. He got up and stood right in front of me, I was terrified. "I know what will keep you quite!" He said. He punched me, and there I was again sitting in that
chair, bleeding to death, and laying unconscious.. Lucas, where are you?