The room was silent except for his soft snores. I decided to walk around for a while. The house was the perfect place to promenade. I was curious to go into Mike's room. I figured this wasn't the house they both grew up in. That house was probably holding another family at the time. I allowed myself into the room. It was as big as Zack's. Books were all there was on the shelves. I liked Mike's love for books, it made us similar, somehow.

A big bed was in the middle of the room. An empty dressing room. The room looked untouched as if Mike never really stayed in it, not even for a little bit. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, a thing I always adored doing. Dust coated my fingertips. There was pictures pinned to the wall. I wondered if Mike put them there, or maybe his mother wanted the room to look more inhabited. Dust coated these as well as the books. There was one from a birthday. Mike looked oddly young in it.

A cake with a number five candle was lit in its middle. Young Mike and Zack stood side by side, smiling. Zack was eight at that picture. He looked very cute. i smiled. Another picture had Mike in a graduation dress and a cap. He looked like he was forcing a smile. His mother was standing between him and Zack. Zack looked oddly exhausted. The picture made my mood shift.

I turned away from the wall of pictures. I sighted on my way out of the room. I went downstairs, hoping for some fresh air in the garden. The door knocked sharply. My heart thumped in my chest as I turned to it. I wondered if Mike knew we were here and wanted to join the party. I walked slowly up to the door. I wondered where the blond woman, Jenna , was. I took a deep breath and opened the door slowly. A spray was directed into my face, almost blinding me.

I started to lose my balance slowly. A distorted figure was standing in front of me as my body swayed. I wondered what was that spray. It made me feel dizzy. With a hard sway, I hit the floor, losing consciousness.

                            ~~~~~

As I started to regain my consciousness, my head was slightly hurting. My wrists felt like something was burning into them. I blinked a couple of times, adjusting my eyes to being awake again. My head was throbbing. I tried to hold my head, but my hands were held tightly behind me. I was confused and most of all scared. I looked at both my sides, two chairs laid there on each side. Kylie was seated in one and the other held Zack. They were both unconscious. My mouth was hurting from the cloth that gagged me.

I tried to wriggle my hands free, but, in vain. "It wouldn't work, you see, I loved boy scout." The voice ringed through my ears. I looked at the speaker. My attacker was standing there with his arms crossed. I grunting at him, trying to get out any words. He laughed coldly.

He came closer. I leaned back into my chair cowardly. How could he find us? What was it that we were going to do now? No body knew where we were except Rachel and her maid Jenna. And most importantly, how the hell were we going to get out of this one. These were the questions that swam through my head at that moment. He removed the gag from my mouth roughly.

I stretched my jaw in pain. "Anything you would like to say?" He smiled in sarcasm, his face inches from mine. "Fuck off!" I didn't know where the courge came from. I was shocked at the confidence my voice held as I said the words. "Oh Jane, it looks so stupid. You look so stupid, trying so hard to be something you're not." He said with pity. "You know nothing about me." I gulped. "Oh, I know everything about you." He breathed into my face.

"I know how mummy and daddy aren't so loving or supporting. I also know how you had no friends other than, well." He looked at Kylie. "I know how Zack is your first everything." He howled. I looked at him with panic that I tried to hide with disgust. "I know how pathetic you really are Jane. I know your secrets and your insecurities. I know everything." He stated once again. "How?" Was all I could mange out.

"Oh, I had help. Lots of it." He paced around the room. It was only lit by one florescent lamp. The walls were worn and old. There was only one door, no windows. "After all, it wasn't entirely my idea to hunt you and your little boyfriend." It looked like he was grinning under his mask. I was confused. Not entirely his idea. How could it be possible that there was yet another person who hated me this much? I thought. He walked closer again, angling to Kylie's chair, this time.

"You stay away from her!" I choked out. He ignored me. He held his hand out for her. My eyebrows met with confusion. She seemed to wake up so fast, as if she wasn't unconscious in the first place. She placed her hand into his. I shook my head with even more confusion. It hurt my head. "You were always a fucking step behind, Jane." She smirked. I stared at my childhood best friend, my only best friend. Her pixie hair had grown up over the months, I haven't seen her.

She kept her distance so I decided to keep mine. Her hair was messy and covering her ears. "I-i d-don't understand?" I asked with visible confusion. "You were always so naive, so stupid. You thought I would have let you get away with this video? You thought that I would have everyone calling me a whore and let it slide?" She shook her head in disappointment. Of course not. Stupid me, thought that Kylie could just get over that video so quickly.

She wasn't that kind of person. "I told you, I never leaked that!" I tired to pull some strength into my voice. "Liar!" She yelled. I looked away. Why wouldn't she believe me? I had no idea. I was Tilly now. But, Tilly had it easy. She only had to get out with a scar across her forehead. I wasn't getting out.

I felt my eyes tear up. I was sad because I never suspected Kylie. Not for a second. I was even concerned for her own safety. She was right. I was naive and stupid. I never thought that she could hold so much grudge against me over something I never even did. I was sad that the only friend I have ever made was nothing but a fraud.

"Oh, don't cry. I am not going to kill you." She patted my shoulder. I moved away from her touch. "Just remember, Jane. You're the one who did this. This is all your fucking fault!" She held my jaw within her strong hand. My jaw throbbed in pain. She didn't even look sad, that she was hurting me. The only one who truly cared for her. She let go off me with pitiful eyes.

"You rented some sort of hitman, then?" I choked out. I tried my best not to sob, to not look even more pathetic. She chuckled. "I seemed to have found someone like me. Someone with a brilliant mind like mine." She locked her arms around the attacker's neck. "You mean a sick mind!" I cried out. She looked at me. I gulped as she glared. She finally gave it up and turned her gaze back to her companion.

I looked at Zack by my side. His head was hanging down. "Zack." I whispered, tears falling onto my cheek. I was so terrified that something might happen to him. I didn't want him to get hurt. I loved him. It struck me. I was in love with him. Every part of me was in love with him. Every part of me wanted him safe. I cried in silence.

He was in this mess because of me. I couldn't live with myself if he got hurt because of me. "Please, wake up." I pleaded. I was hopeless and scared. "Enough of the wait, we've got a plane to catch." Kylie gleamed. A plane? I thought. "You're traveling?" I sniffed. "Well, I am so sick of this pathetic life. I am starting over." She said. "By killing someone?" I yelled at her. My throat hurt as I said it. "What is it, Jane? Did you fall in love with him?" Her chin wobbled in sarcasm.

"Don't worry, the world is full of men." She smirked an evil smirk. "No, not like him." I cried. I heard her huff roughly. "Jane." His voice was a whisper. I looked slowly at him. "I've managed to free my hand. I need you to see if they have a gun for me." He whispered. My mind was a blank. I was just happy, he wasn't already dead. "Come on, Jane. We're getting out of here. I promise." He assured me, still in a whisper. I looked up at them slowly. They were both caught up in some argument.

I searched with my sore eyes for a gun. As far as I saw, there was no gun. A flicker of hope, spread through me. "No gun." I whispered slowly, my eyes fixed on them. "Okay. Let's do this." He said. I sensed it was more to himself rather than to me. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. I was tied and I couldn't free myself in any possible way.

In a matter of seconds, Zack was out of his chair and speeding towards the attacker. It happened so fast. I tried to free myself again, wanting to help. He punched Kylie, once knocking her down. The attacker was fighting him. Zack was definitely strong. After a few punches, the attacker was down as well. Zack rushed back to me. There was blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. He wiped it with the back of his hand. He started to untie my hands for me. When my hands were free, I threw my arms around him.

"It's okay. You're safe." He hugged me warmly. "Show's over, lovebirds!" Her voice alarmed me. I turned to her slowly. A gun was held firmly between her hands. Blood was dripping from her nose. Where did she get that? I thought as panic spread through me once again. "Really thought that I wasn't going to have a gun on me?" She breathed heavily.

"Kylie, calm down. There is no need for all of this." Zack said, pulling me behind him. "I said don't fucking move or I will shot you!!" She yelled. I could see that she was stressed, scared even. She's never held a gun before. "Okay, okay." He held his arms up in surrender. My breath was getting caught up in my own throat. "You" She breathed. "You are dead!" She spit out. "I am taking my revenge. One way or another!" She said once again.

I needed to do something. Her gun was pointed at Zack. I was shaking. Fear was consuming me. The adrenaline in my blood was rushing so hard. "We could talk this through." Zack tried. She got closer, chuckling with sarcasm. "I don't want to talk, anymore." She shook the gun in her hand. We heard a groan. The attacker was gaining his power. Our chance would be wasted. Zack took the chance and forcefully took the gun out of Kylie's trembling hands.

She breathed heavily as she took a step back. "We don't want anything. We just want to get out of here." He stated. "You will never get out of here alive, Lakes!" She spit out. The attacker was on his feet beside Kylie. Zack held my hand as he slowly tried to make his way to the door. Carefully keeping the gun upon the crazy pair. He tried to open the door. The doorknob rattled in his hands. We were locked inside.

"I want the keys, now." He demanded. "Over my dead body." Kylie said. I wanted more than anything to get out of here. The attacker started to move closer to us slowly. "Hey, hey! Stay where you are!" Zack's grip on my hand got harder. "I know you're too much of a coward to shot me, Lakes." He stated. "I don't want to hurt you!" He was still walking our way.

He left my hand and held the gun with both hands. "Stay back!" He yelled. I could feel his voice shake. The attacker was just another step away when Zack pulled the trigger. Nothing happened. No bullet came out. "Idiot!" The attacker crashed into Zack, knocking the gun out of his hands, making them both fall. I looked at the gun, that flew meters away. I saw Kylie look at it from the corner of my eyes. We both looked at each other.

I raced towards the gun as she did the same. We both reached it at the same time. We fought over it, our hands tangled with the cold metal. I tried so hard to take it, but Kylie was stronger than me. She shoved me away, knocking the wind out of me. When I fell, it was when I heard it. The bullet.