***We are already at 30 chapters guys! Lets be excited! Woo! *parties by myself* This is one of the very last chapters of this book.
I just want to say a few things before this chapter starts. First, A huge shout out to the fabulous @yesbands for creating the new cover for this! I thank you so so much! IT's perfect! cx
 
And lastly, Far Too Young To Die has over 70k reads. And this has over 40k. I cannot thank you guys enough for your support throughout this story. It means so much to me, you have no idea. Even in my darkest days, seeing someones comment and saying that they love my writing, is just amazing. When I first started writing this story, I had plans of how I wanted this to go, and it's better than I ever imagined. All because of you. I love all of you. The ones who have stuck with my crazy self throughout it all, the off and on readers and supporters, even my fabulous readers that just started reading. I can't thank you guys enough for everything you've done. I look back to how much I've excelled in writing. And all because of your support. I'm sorry that this is so long, but it needed to be said. Thank you guys so much again. I love you all.

P.S~ You may hate me towards the ending. You may not. That's on you. Just know that I love Sarah dearly and I DO NOT wish any harm upon her in real life at all.***

I want to tell Hannah, I really do. But I can't help but to hear Sarahs voice in the back of my head. 'She still hasn't recognized who I am. I suggest you keep it that way, or you'll regret it.' As soon as Hannah went into the bedroom, I felt like my heart shattered. I sat down on the floor with my back to the wall and held my knees to my chest. What have I done? Now all because I feared Sarahs words, Hannah is upset with me. Maybe this is what she wanted. Maybe she wanted me to loose my mind. Maybe she wanted Hannah to get upset at me and leave. This was her plan all along, wasn't it?

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About an hour and a half later, I was in the same spot on the floor. My eyes hurt from wiping away tears so many times. But I decide to pick myself up. I need to find Hannah and explain everything to her. Then we can get Sarah out of here so we can enjoy the rest of our honeymoon. I hope she isn't too upset. I feel like I ruined it for her. Everything is ruined. Our wedding was ruined. Now our honeymoon. Is this a sign of something? Not that I'd ever pay attention to it. Hannah means the fucking world to me. And nothing could change that. I just...I don't know what's going on. And I don't like it. Why? Why is this happening? A better question, why the fuck was Sarah discharged from that mental hospital? She's the reason this is happening. She's the reason I'm acting like this. She's the reason Hannah is upset with me. Its all her godamn fault. This time, Shes not going to get away. I'm going to end this once and for all.

I quickly get dressed into some black skinny jeans, and a white button up tee. And I toss on my fancy, yet not so fancy shoes. I don't know what the hell to call them. My hair has seen better days, but I decide to leave it the way it was. I didn't have anymore time to waist.

I sigh before grabbing my key card. I hope everything between Hannah and I will be okay. I can't stand to see her like this. And she's like this because of me. And I let Sarah get to me. Fucking Sarah. As I place my hand upon the door handle, I hear a great big thud. It sounded not too far from the room either. Panic flooded my emotions. What happened? What was that? I slowly and carefully open the door to peek outside. I couldn't see what was going on unless I stuck my whole head outside, into the hallway. And I didn't want to do that in case it was Sarah.

And that's when I heard her speak.  "Always choosing to go the hard way." Her evil laugh rang through my ears. "Let's get her to the room, boys. Hurry it up." She says. Her? To what room? My eyes widen. Please tell me she doesn't have Hannah. I can't let her do this.

I take risk and jump out into the hallway to see what was happening. And what I saw, brought tears to my eyes once again. There were two muscular men that had a grip on Hannah's arm, dragging her along the hallway. Sarah of course was in front of them. But they were walking in the other direction and hopefully didn't hear me. I quickly and quietly close my hotel door and make my way, following them down the hallway. "Quick! Get in the godamn room, you idiots!" She yelled at them. Sarah starts to walk back out into the hallway, once again. Fuck.

"S-Sarah." I say as she looked over at me. She smiled. I was frozen, I didn't know what to do. My mind told me to run into the room and get Hannah out of there. But my body thought otherwise. I couldn't bring my self to move.

"Hey, Brenny." She bit her lip and walked over to me. My heart beat quickened with every step. "I thought you and Hannah had a big fight and you were crying about it." She snickered. How'd she find out about our fight?

"As a matter of fact, yes I was." I wasn't going to show weakness to her. Not again. "Because I came to realize that Hannah is upset with me, because of you."

"It's quite an accomplishment, is it not." She smirked. "I'm quite proud of it. You should be too."

"I'm not. and I never will be." I say through gritted teeth. "You have no right to take my wife away from me. And it's not about to happen now." Something inside of me snapped. I felt a sudden rush of movement within myself, and before I knew it, Sarah was on the ground covering up the left side of her face with her hand.

"You son of a bitch, you'll pay for that." She was furious. But I didn't care. I was ready to go. I was ready to get my life back with my beautiful wife. And I wasn't going to let Sarah get in the way of that.

That moment, her two 'sidekicks' show up by her side. Now that I saw their faces, they were a lot more menacing up close. Sarah smiles once again. Damn, no wonder why I chose to write a song about her smiling. It happened way too often. "Lets go for a drive, shall we?" She stands up and wipes off her cocktail dress. "One of you, come with me. The other stays here with the girl." She addresses the men next to her. And they obeyed her order, as one went into the room, and the other grabbed ahold of my arm and pulled me along with them. I struggled to get free, but it wasn't working. Damn this guy was strong.

We make our way outside. And just in the convenience of time, her car was already parked right out front. The man that had a hold of me, brought me to the passenger side of the car and made me turn towards him. He grabbed a rope that was hanging from his pocket, and quickly tied it around my wrists.Tightly, if I might add. After he finished the final knot, he pushed me into the passenger seat where Sarah was already waiting in the drivers seat.

"Ready for a road trip, Brenny?" She snickered again. "Far away from here?"

"No. Let me out, you bastard!" I yell, trying to kick open the door. But Sarah already sped off down the road. I was still kicking the door as I was trying to adjust myself into the seat. Once I'm situated properly I sigh and give Sarah a glare. I couldn't believe that I failed. Now I may never see Hannah again. I'm sorry I was ignoring you. I never meant for you to get hurt...

I need to stop daydreaming and get the hell out of here. I need to find a way to get to Hannah, before it's too late. I'm afraid what those men are going to do to her. And I'm not liking the thoughts coming to mind.

"Sing my song for me." She demanded.

"I actually quite enjoy the silence, no thank you." I reply with a sarcastic smile.

"Sing my fucking song for me." She grabbed her cell phone and looked at me quickly. "One call away and Miss Hannah won't have a chance to wake up to snatch another breath." My eyes widen. "So I suggest, you do it, or you'll never be able to see your sweet little wife again. Hear me?" I nod my head in response. And I start singing. To be honest, I swore to myself that I'd never sing this song again. I've even tried to force the producers to take it off of the album. But it didn't work.

As I sing her song, I try to think of ways to escape the hell whole of this car. None come to mind. And this bothered me quite a lot. The sun had already set and the darkness grew faster and faster. I needed a plan. And quick.

Looking around, I finally vaguely see something ahead of the road. A plan dug its way into my brain. I don't know how well it'll work, but it's worth a shot. And with the speed Sarah's going, it'll definitly create some damage.

I quickly try to put my seat belt across my body. But having your hands tied together, was quite a struggle to succeed with this. But I finally managed to make it click. What I saw earlier, was now within yards ahead of us. Better now than later, I think. I love you Hannah.

Reacting quickly, I lean over to Sarah driving, and jolt the wheel towards me. Sarah kept screaming at me and tried to regain control of the car.But I wouldn't let go. I brace myself for the impact as we head straight into a patch of tall trees, driver side first...

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The sound of sizzling rang through my ears as I regained consciousness. I open my eyes, and everything was a blur. Once my eyes fully adjusted to my surroundings. I noticed I was still in the passenger seat to Sarah's car. I try to turn on one of the overhead lights, and to my surpirse, it actually worked. I could see everything clearly. THough it was painful towards my eyes. Both of our air bags had gone off. There was glass everywhere. And a tree branch that was sticking in through her window. Did I do it? Or was I dead? It hurt to move my body, but I needed to see the state of Sarah. I grab a fitsful of her hair, all pull her closer. She had cuts and bruises all over her, and a giant gash across her face and neck. Blood was spilling out everywhere. I brought two fingers up to the crook of her neck to ckeck to see if she had a pulse...

...And she didn't have one...

I did it. My plan worked. It brought a smile to my face. I heard sirens in the background and I leaned my head back onto the seat of the car. I was satisfied with what I have done. It may not have been the best way to handle the situation, but it's all I could do.

The lights of the police cruiser drew nearer, until they stopped right by the side of this car. My door was suddenly opened and I was unbuckled from the seat. As I was pulled out, paramedics stood over me. I don't believe I got injured too badly. They cut off the rope from around my wrists to reveal irritated, bleeding skin. Well that was lovely to see. They bandaged up my wrists and helped me onto my feet. I stumbled over to an officer with a notepad in his hand.

"Sir," He asked. "How did you crash like this?" He looked puzzled as if he hadn't seen an accident like this.

"Well." I reply back. "My ex-fiancee, the one in the driver seat, went a little crazy. And she wanted to have me back after I already found a new girl to call my wife. She kidnapped me from my honeymoon and started driving, I don't even know how far. She had said that if she couldn't have me, then no one could. And she tried to kill both of us together," I lied about the last part.  But most of my story was true.

"Well, she is presumed to be dead. So we can take you back to your honeymoon resort if you'd like. I bet your wife is worried sick." THe officer said. I sure hope she is. But all I care about is actually being able to see her. To tell her what happened, and that I'm not dead. And best of all, Sarah won't be wanting to ruin our lives anymore.