Steven's P. O. V

I smiled.

If I survive this and she meets me, she's probably going to punch me for smiling.

But if I don't survive this, this is how I want her to remember me. I want her to remember me as a smiling Steven so, if she ever remembers me, she'll probably smile too.

Thinking about it now, I wish I would have smiled at her everyday and been nice to her all those times I was a jerk to her.

It's funny how you realise the value of things only when they're snatched from under your nose.

I stare at the road outside, passing by us in a blur. I'm sitting in the car, trapped, in the middle of the two big bulky guys. There is an eerie silence in the car and its starting to get onto my nerves.

Why are they so silent anyway? Don't these gang guys bully their hostages?

I go back to staring at the road. I feel like I'm choking with every passing second and this silence is not helping.

I don't need to be a genius to know where he's taking me.

It has to be that place. The place where it all started. My father's old, burnt factory.

I sighed. Finally this is going to be over.

I shut my eyes, trying to calm my racing heart and get a lid on all the adrenaline pumping through my body.

To be very honest, I wanted this to happen. I've been running away for so long. I'm tired of this whole game of cat and mouse.

If this confrontation means liberation from all the hiding, acting and constant fear, then I'm up for it.

When I see the factory at a distance, all the old memories start flashing in front of my eyes. I gulp and look away, the sting in my heart too much to handle.

The cars finally come to a dtop and the air is suddenly filled with noises of car doors opening and closing.

They push me out of the door, the two guys still put beside me. A cold evening wind passes by, biting the skin on my face. I can feel the cold fear and anxiety in my entire body, especially my hands.

The two guys sneer at me and I roll my eyes at them.

They don't need to know about my fears.

I'm holding my not-interested facade fine till Harry steps out of his car.

He steps out and jerks his blazer off, throwing it in his car. He has a photograph in his hands and when he looks up, I see his bloodshot eyes, staring back at me. He takes slow steps towards me, like a predator towards his prey.

"Finally Chase, we're both here. Face to face," he says and I just stare blankly at him.

"Just how long I've waited for this one moment," he says and stares me down with his intense eyes, clinching the photo in his hand.

Me too Harry, me too.

"Move away, this is between me and him," he orders his guys who for the first time tonight, leave my side.

I make no move to run.

A/N- Mild violence ahead. If you can't read, I suggest you skip until next authors note.

One of the guys throws a rod towards Harry and he catches it with his one free hand. He stuffs the photo in his pocket before taking a swing at me and striking the same sore spot from the day at the beach.

I bite my tongue and shut my eyes to stop my self from screaming out in pain. I close my fists hards and I can feel something trickle down from the wound. He takes another swing this time on the back of my knees because of which I loose my balance and end up on the ground, on my knees.

It's taking me all my will power to not getup and swing back. The constant sensation of pain in my side and the rising anxiety is not helping either.

"What happen Chase? I had come ready for a fight? Mo spirit left in you? Oh wait, sorry, I forgot, you're a son of a bitch- sorry again, a son of two bitches," he comments and laughs.

He shouldn't have said that.

Well let's just say he knows my soft spots.

The minute he finishes his comment I spring to my feet and punch him on his jaw with all the strength I could muster. He stumbles a little towards the side and raise his hand to feel the spot where I hit him.

When he retracts his hand, I see blood on his fingers. He looks back up at me and stares at me before he throws a punch in my direction which I dodge.

I elbow him in the back but he pushes me back which catches me off guard. I lose my balance slightly and he kicks me on my leg, because of which I fall on the ground. I fell a deep breath leave me, my stamina depleting because of all the fighting I've done for tonight.

He kicks my chest repeatedly, removing all his built up frustration.

"Ten years ago Chase, the situation was in my control, but we lost three lives, because of you. And one of those was my daughter, my Gabriella. Her only fault, that she thought you were her best friend," he spits his hatred at me and I let out a humorless laugh.

"And it was you, who punished her so ruthlessly for it," I argue back and he hits me harder.

Honestly, it hurts me to say that to him, he was my father's friend. I grew up with this man, I respected him soo much. What he did was wrong, alright, but those happy memories always flash in front of me and so I have never been able to bring myself to harm him. That why, right now, I was bearing his kicks. He was letting it out and I kind off deserved it. My life is not more important than those two women who died only for my sake.

"You know what? After I kill you, I don't have an aim in my life. And besides I miss my daughter too much," he says still kicking me hard in my ribs and my head, my nose bleeding now.

"So let's do one thing, let's die together, ending what we begun ten years ago," Henry says and removes a bomb from his jacket.  My eyes widen and I pick myself up before propping myself up on my elbows, dragging myself on them backwards.

A/N- You can read from here.

All the biker guys, his so-called gang, dissappear faster than the lightning at the sight of the bomb.

"Harry listen, don't do-" I begin and he shuts me off.

"Just shut up. Don't you tell me what to do. I'll do what I want. This is what I want," he roars and I manage to get up on my shaking feet.

I lunge towards him but he removes the key from the grenade and he throws it beside him.

I stare at him, eyes wide before I run away from him and he runs behind me.

No, I didn't run for myself only, it is more like reverse psychology.

I wanted to save Henry, because there was a chance he would live his life peacefully after all this gets over. And that's why I run, because I knew he would follow me out of there.

And he did.

"Aye Coward, wait, where do you think you're running," he screams and I keep running. I see him drop the bomb in the way.

Thank god.

But we did not get far.

I was a little ahead of him, running towards the building, just at the threshold of the gate when the blast goes off.

He was behind me. I didn't really get a chance to turn. Due to the impact of the blast, I'm thrown inside the building and the gate crumbles slowly, the big slabs of concrete falling slowly. Very soon, I see the building cracking too.

The next few things happen very quickly for me to understand. I see a big slab of wall falling and I crawl away, with my little strength, just in time to miss it. But it, along with another piece, fall on my side with me stuck in the gap between them. I get stuck there and begin to move the pieces so I can escape.

Smoke starts to fill in the little space that I'm stuck in, with my legs haywire and my body titled.

The last thing I hear before I lose consciousness is the sound of sirens.

I hope they find me in time before I'm crushed under this.

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This would have come the day before yesterday. But I typed and didn't save it. Yeah...stupid me.

Anyway, enjoy :)