"Run!" Bellamy said and tugged on my arm.

I turned towards him and grabbed his arm, stopping him in place.

"No!" I breathed out.

After the gunshots went off it felt as if the world went silent. I was afraid that the sound of my breathing could trigger something and we would be caught. I kept my eyes closed as told and pressed myself into Bellamy. He held me in a tight embrace, burying his face in my neck just for a moment before we heard sirens in the distance.

I slowly pointed in the direction of Trace, unable to look at what happened. "We can't leave him here. The cops—"

Bellamy silenced me by pressing his index finger to my lips. "It'll be taken care of. You have to come with me now."

"What? How?" I exasperated.

"The same way you got here." Bellamy's tone was harsh and I barely got a chance to react as he tugged on my hand once more and started pulling me through a path.

The same way I got here... I turned my head to see several men gathered around the place we just were. What were they going to do with Trace? Did Bellamy kill him?

A shiver ran down my spine at that thought. Bellamy would never do that. That's not who he is. I pushed away these insane thoughts and followed him to his car that was parked to the side of the dirt path.

"Get in, we don't have much time." Bellamy came to my aid when I couldn't open the door. I sat inside and watched as he made his way towards the drives side by leaping over the front of the car. "Keep your head down, we're going to cross the cops on our way."

I nodded my head as he started the car. The engine roared to life and I shut my eyes, afraid that someone would jump out of nowhere and stop us. Bellamy took my hand in his, silently reassuring me as the car sped down the dark road.

"I thought the cops were coming for us," I said after a while. "Where did they go?"

I furrowed my brows as I looked out the window. We were almost back in town.

Bellamy's expression matched mine. "I don't know." He said, reaching for his phone and tapping on the screen before pressing it to his ear.

"Did you hear the sirens, I thought the cops were coming for us." He said.

I couldn't stop myself from eavesdropping, especially given the situation. I tried to listen to what the person was saying on the other end but I could hardly make out anything.

"Okay, I'll be shortly."

"Be where shortly?" I asked as Bellamy put his phone away.

"None if your concern." He said.

His answer irked me. "What do you mean none of my concern?" I said, trying hard to not raise my voice. "I only asked where you're going."

"You don't have to know, okay. You don't need to get involved in everything."

I tried to ignore the roughness of his tone.I balled my hands into tight fists.

"You're always looking for trouble." He mumbled, casting me a side glance.

My emotions were all over the place and what he said pushed me over the edge. "After everything I've told you, and after everything we've been through, you really think I go around trying to find more ways to get myself into some shit?"

"Then tell me why you're here." He said defiantly.

I grunted before answering, "I was trying to get a hold of you and then you—"

"Exactly my point. You went looking for me and ended up getting kidnapped by—"

"You were the one who texted me to come over!"  I screamed so he would listen to me.

I caught him off guard because he pressed his lips together firmly as he reached for his phone, going through it before giving me a look. "You know what, forget it."

"I hadn't heard from you in days and you scared me with those texts, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay." I felt dumbfounded as I fought back tears.

"I can handle myself. You should worry about yourself."

"Bellamy, I— I'm sorry."

"That's not enough Blake. I want to protect you but I can't when you're being so foolish. It won't end at Trace and you know it."

Bellamy's words repeated in my head until we reached my house. "My cars at yours," I said quietly.

"I'll send it back in a while," I wanted to ask him how but he didn't have time for conversation. "I have to get going now."

I nodded my head and got out of the car. Awkwardly standing in the driveway as music blared through the speakers. The street was full of cars and the lawn was littered by party-goers.

"Don't mention anything to anyone, okay?" He said before driving off.

As soon as his car was out of sight, there was a sinking feeling in my chest. Even though the party at home was big, I felt awfully lonely.

As I walked inside, I realized I was probably the only sober one in this house which made everything worse. I headed straight to my room and stripped out of my clothes as I started a bath.

I closed my eyes as I got into the hot water but I wasn't prepared to hear the gunshots again. I opened my eyes and looked around, sighing when I realized it was all in my head. I closed my eyes again in an attempt to relax my nerves but I heard the gunshots again.

My mind was replaying the events in my head, forcing me to watch. Only this time, I saw Trace's bloody face. I felt a wetness on my hands and I screamed when I saw blood, his blood on my hands. I turned around to asked Bellamy for help but he slowly backed away from me.

"You're always looking for trouble, Blake." I shook my head. I tried to reach out for him but Trace grabbed onto my leg preventing me from moving.

"It's not over yet, it'll never end." Trace said as I tried to release myself from his hold.

I frantically called out for Bellamy but he kept going further and further away from me.  "This one's on you." He said, motioning towards Trace before disappearing into the darkness.

I gasped for air and as I sat up straighter. I looked around a sigh in relief when I realized it was all just a dream. However, my eyes landed on the discarded jacket on the floor.

I stood up and wrapped a towel around myself before stepping out of the bath tub and picking up the jacket. Hopefully, I could find some clues about who Bellamy was working with.

I brought it to my room to inspect it further. It undoubtedly belong to a man and the slight ripped leather made it clear that it was worn frequently. I searched the pockets and found a rusty name tag that read Mike and a used tissue. I stared at the brown jacket and the name tag wondering how I could make some sense out of it.

The name tag was useless because it could belong to literally anyone but if the jacket was part of a uniform, then maybe I could find some answers.

"Don't even think about it." I heard someone say from behind me.

I quickly dropped the name tag and turned around to see shadows moving from under the door of my room. I sighed in relief.

I put the name tag back inside the pocket of the jacket and shoved it into the back of my closet. I peeked outside my room but no one was near. I raised a brow at the long line of people outside the bathroom and guest bedroom but shut the door before anyone noticed me.

Harry and Luke made a plan to charge people who wanted to use the guest bedroom. Brianna was fine with the idea as long as they cleaned up the entire floor, including the bathrooms.

I sighed thinking about how everyone was here to have fun, yet the one who took part of hosting the party was the furthest away from enjoying life.

I sat in my bed, knowing damn well that I was going to have a hard time sleeping. I decided to look at all the pictures I had in my phone from the day I came here to recently. It felt like a lifetime even though it it's hardly been a year.

I smiled at a picture of Bellamy and I of when we were stuck in a blizzard at his Lake house. That was where everything started, and I wondered, were we close to the end now?

Since the past few months, Bellamy and I have been growing distant, but I have faith in him, I faith in us. He wouldn't throw me away after everything that happened today. I wouldn't let him even if he did.

My mind travelled back to the name tag. I have to get answers. If Bellamy isn't willing to give them to me, then I'll find another way. I have to know who is involved in all of this. The girl, Trace, and that man with those evil brown eyes, I'm sure they are all linked together.

Bellamy said that this isn't over yet, but what if we can end it all once we know what these people want.

Author's note:

It's been over a year since I wrote a proper chapter and I was really struggling whike writing this. This chapter is shorter than the length I planned, but you'll have to bare with me for now.

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