Chapter 164

**Megan**

I only stop once I've left school, and I'm a couple of blocks away. It's only then I realise I left my bag and there's no security around me. I laugh and sit down on a bench. It seems I'm more scared of my emotions for Logan then I am of Jonathon.

Sighing I look up at the sky to see it's completely clear of any clouds, there's not even a plane in sight. I wish everything were as clear as this sky. The sun beats down on me, and it's warm and comforting. I feel my tears dry on my cheeks.

Maybe I should see my therapist. Then I remember I don't have my phone. I open my eyes and look around and notice there's a sign for the cemetery and it's not that far away. It's been a long time since I saw my mom. I stand and make my way to the cemetery, following the signs.

After about 10 minutes, I'm standing in front of my mother's grave. Her name mocks me in gold leaf. She'd be disappointed in me. I know she would because I am. I feel myself get angry, if she were still here, I wouldn't be like this, but then I remember all of this is my own doing.

"Mom, I need you," I say quietly, and her name blurs as my eyes fill with tears. I shake my head and look up at the crystal clear blue sky. I sigh and try to calm down as I close my eyes as I realise it's not her I need. "I need help," I say quietly and look at her black marble gravestone. "I'm sorry, I've been so stupid," I smile, knowing what she'd call me. "I've been a dumb-dumb," I say. "I don't even know how to fix any of this,"

"I wouldn't forgive me if I were him, how do I even tell him?" I pause and take a shaky breath as I feel the tears drop. "How do I tell him I love him?" I ask, and I know I'm not going to get an answer. I probably wouldn't get a response if she was alive. She'd probably tell me that's something I have to figure out myself.

"I'm just so angry, all the time," I sigh and sit on the bench that is right in front of her grave. I notice there's a fresh set of roses laid on the ground. I get up and pick them up to read the card with them.

'I'm sorry, B x' is all it says, and I know it's from Brett. I smile a little and place them back down. I wonder what he's sorry about.

A couple of hours passed, I didn't even realise I had been here that long. I only knew because the sun was a lot higher in the sky now. I look around and see an old guy with his dog.

"Excuse me," I call. He turns and looks at me. "Can you tell me the time please?" I ask. He looks at his watch.

"Just gone 12:30," he says.

"Thanks," I say and turn back to my mother's grave. I've been here for about three hours.

I must have just zoned out thinking about her and everything she would say to me. I can only imagine her sitting here talking to me, telling me she loves me, but she hates the things I've done. What I'd done to Logan, and probably the stupid tattoo I've got on my hip, that I got about two weeks ago. It's only a small outline of a heart, but she'd hate it because it means nothing. I got it while drunk at a party. I mean I could have got something a lot worse but still.

"It's not that bad," I say quietly.

"And neither is this situation you're in," my vision of her says. I smile and tilt my head. I look at her gravestone. "Just tell him," I smile and stand up. I kiss the tip of my fingers and press my hand to her headstone.

"I'll come back and tell you how it goes," I say quietly and walk away from her grave.

Once I'm out of the cemetery, I yawn and stretch, and I decide I'm going to tell him, and if he doesn't forgive me, that's something I'm going to have to deal with.

A black van speeds down the road, I step back so it doesn't hit me and glare at it and then it stops a few feet from me. Then it reverses and stops in front of me. The side door opens, two men in black ski masks jump out. I look around to see there's no one on the street. I step back as then walk towards me. I turn and run as fast as I can back into the cemetery.

I hear them behind me pounding the pavement, and I curse the boots I'm wearing, they only have a small heel, making it challenging to run. They shout at me, but I ignore them as I turn onto the grass to weave my way through gravestones. There's an exit at the other side of the cemetery, but this cemetery is massive. I look behind me to see they both split up. My eyes widen when I notice one has a gun in his hand.

What the hell? Who are these guys?

I change direction and beg my legs to go faster.

"She's going for the exit," one shouts to the other. I then see; roughly 100 meters away from me; the guy that had broken away from his partner go past me to the exit. I stop to run towards the man behind me.

David had told me that if I was ever being chased, the best thing to do was to run away for so long then turn and run towards them at full speed because they won't expect it.

I sprint as fast as I can as I feel the adrenaline pumping through my body and I do what David calls a rugby tackle to the man. I pound into him with my shoulder right in the gut, knocking the wind right out of him. He drops to the ground, and I land on top of him and rollover.

"Ah, what the fuck?" the man groans. I get back onto my feet, but he's quicker. He grabs my foot and pulls me down. I kick him with my free foot in the head and then scramble away from him. I start running again and get to a collection of trees.

I don't have many options here. The van with the driver is blocking one of the exits, and the other is probably still blocking the other. I look from my hiding place to see they're both together again.

"You ok?" the one that I didn't tackle asks.

"Yeah, he said this was going to be easy, she's just a teenage girl, just grab and run, he said," the one I hit says.

They're kidnappers for hire. Great. Jonathan outdid himself.

I sigh and try my best to think of a way out of this. I count to three in my head and just decide to go for it. If I get out of the cemetery I can go to the cafe not far from here.

Running out from the trees, I hear them notice me. I look to see they're both running and it would seem they have upped their game because they're faster than before. One grabs for me, but I sidestep and unfortunately for me my foot lands in a hole, and I topple over. He lands on me, and I bring my fist up and punch him in the face and then knee him in the groin. Now he's either a ken doll or he's wearing a cup because he doesn't feel a thing. He goes to grab my wrists and pins them down.

"Stop fighting," he snaps. I say nothing and headbutt him in the face. He recoils from me and then punches me in the face, I see stars, but fortunately for me, that's not the first time someone has hit in the head.

I bring my legs up and push him in the chest with them, making him fall back. I get up and wipe the blood from my cheek as I get into a fighting stance.

"Get the needle ready," the one that punches me says. They both circle me, and I try my best not to panic.

"We got told not to use that," the other says. I'm going to call him kidnapper B as it seems the guy who hit me is the boss.

"Yeah, the rules have changed. We also got told she was just a teenage girl," he states. While Kidnapper B takes a hard black case out of his pocket and opens it to take a needle out, Kidnapper A launches at me. I dodge his hit and bring my leg up to kick him in the head. I will do everything I can to make sure I don't end up in the hands of Jonathon.

"Can't we talk about this?" I ask as I dodge another attack. "Whatever he's paying you I can pay more," I say.

"Doubt it, sweetie," Kidnapper B says, and he goes to attack me. I'm screwed, I shouldn't think about it, but there's two of them and one of me.

Then Kidnapper B has hold of me by the waist. He lifts me and slams me down onto the ground, and my whole body shudders with pain. I let out a scream as my body collides with the grass. The only saving grace is that I know if I had hit the concrete, it would have hurt so much more.

"Grab her," I hear Kidnapper A orders.

"Please," I say as I try to get up and then a cloth comes over my mouth and nose.

"Night night sweetie," Kidnapper B says to me, and I feel a sharp prick in my neck. Slowly my world turns dark. My last thought is that David better be damn proud I rugby tackled a 6'6 man.

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