"B- Bella?" Matt stutters as our eyes scan over the two figures hovering above us. "Matt." Bella replies, smiling mischievously. "What a wonderful sight to see. Oh. And Annika as well! We were just talking about you."

"You're not hurting her." Matt says, "Shut it shit head." Dom replies. "Aw so cute, you care. Although, what are you going to do about it? You're high off weed. Both of you are. You guys are weak and useless." Bella says, her face growing closer to my own.

"You're funny. Calling us out because we're slightly high. I can smell the fucking beer, dripping from your breath." I reply.

"Shut the fuck up, Annika." Dom says.

My eyes look towards him, squinting with a scowl on my face, however the look doesn't stay, my eyes widening at the realization.

"Landon." I mutter.

"Hey uh. Um Bella, let me reload it real quick." Dom says. Fake name? Really Landon?

"Sure whatever. I just wanna give this bitch what she deserves for once." Bella replies, not so secretly handing Landon the gun. He's not gone for long before he openly hands Bella the gun.

"I thought no one will ever find out that you're killing me. Matt's right here." I ask, "Yeah. No one will." She shrugs. "I'm gonna kill you both. Starting with your loverboy."

"No. Don't lay a finger on her. If you're gonna kill anyone, kill me. After all I am the one who chose her over you, right? She did nothing to you, I did. So, if you're gonna take someone's life, let it be mine." Matt replies.

"Matt, I can't let you do that." I whisper, "Yes you can. I love you, Annie." He replies, giving me a quick peck on the lips.

"Alright then. Dom, take him to the office." Bella instructs, grabbing Matt's shoulders and pushing him towards Dom, tearing our connected hands apart.

"No!" I exclaim as Bella now grabs my shoulders and pulls me the opposite direction of Matt.

"Your boyfriend will be just fine. Don't worry."

"You just said you're gonna kill him!" I reply, "Shut the fuck up, whore." She seethes through gritted teeth.

"Why are you even doing this?" I ask as she locks the room door behind the both of us.

Instead of replying, she shrugs as she reaches from under the bed, pulling out a container of gasoline, rope, and a lighter from her pocket.

"You can ask me question once I finish up heating up the snack in the office." She says before leaving the room, somehow locking the door from the outside.

"No!" I shout, running to the door. "Bella please!"

"It's too late now Annika. Should've thought about that before you took my boyfriend." She replies as I hear her walking away heavily.

I look around the room quickly, seeing nothing to break the lock with. I rush to the kitchen, in hopes of finding something. I gasp as my eyes lay upon a metal butter knife. I grab it before running to the door. I begin to jab at the lock of the door. I groan as it snaps in half, the metal rusted and week. I return to the kitchen grabbing the next thing I see: a steak knife. I begin to jab at the door again, accidentally cutting my finger but successfully breaking the lock.

I rush out of the room, bumping into a tall, muscular figure.

"Aren't you supposed to be in that room?" Dom asks.

"Landon please. I know things didn't end up great between us, but Matt. He's my boyfriend and my best friends' brother. I need to help him." I plead.

"It's Dom. And how am I supposed to trust that you aren't gonna go tell the cops on us?" he asks. "Lan- Dom. I won't tell anyone. I swear, I just need to save him." I answer. "Yeah, I can't trust that." He replies, grabbing my arm and pushing me back into the room.

"Wait! Dom please. I love him. Imagine your dad was in Matt's position, about to be burnt to death. We both know how much you love your dad. You wouldn't feel the best if you found out he was being burnt alive right now, would you? Please." I cry.

He looks around him before sighing.

"Fine. But make it quick. And don't let Bella know I let you do this."

"Thank you!" I exclaim, running down the open hall and to the steps.

"Office. Office." I mutter to myself as I look at each door number and label. I watch as Bella's car drives away. I thought she was gonna kill us both. And she's just gonna leave Dom like that? Damn.

"Matt!" I call as I fiddle with the door handle to the office, already smelling the smoke from the fire.

Of course, it's locked.

"I'm in here!" I hear him call, "Yeah kinda figured." I reply, grabbing a rock and hitting it against the lock, unlocking the door.

I wish it were that easy the first time.

"Matt!" I exclaim, running over to him.

My eyes squint from the heat and bright flames. I cough a bit from the smoke as I make it to Matt.

As I fiddle with the knot tied around his torso, wiping, and blinking away the tears blocking my vision, Matt asks me, "Are you bleeding?"

I reply with, "Long story short, I tried breaking the lock to the door with a knife."

"Holy shit. Are you ok at least?" he asks, "Matt, I love you, but I'm trying not to be burnt to life right now." I answer, "Sorry." He replies.

"Ugh! I can't get it!" I groan, "Use the knife you used to open the door." He replies.

"I can't. I left it in the room." I tell him, "Well go get it!" he replies, squirming around which really didn't help, it's just going to make the knot tighter, everyone knows that.

I groan, sprinting to the room.

"Knife, knife, knife." I mutter, my breath heavy as I look around the floor for the knife.

I find it, grab it, then sprint back to the office, panting as my breath quickens and gets heavier.

"I got it!" I call, finding my way back to Matt.

I start cutting the rope, careful not to stab Matt.

Dear God, please don't let me stab him.

"Hurry!" he exclaims, "I'm trying!" I exclaim.

"Well try harder!" he replies, "I am!" I exclaim.

"I got it!" I exclaim, quickly pulling the rope from around him. Our hand links together as we both run out of the office and back to the parking lot.

"Annika! Your shirt." He says, pointing at the slight flame on my shirt.

"Fuck." I mutter, blowing and patting on the flamed fabric with the sleeve of my long sleeve. "Here. Take it off and put this on." He says, taking off his shirt and handing it to me.

I switch shirts, tying my now burnt long sleeve around my waist, mutter a quick thank you.

"Should we call the fire department?" Matt asks as I fix the shirt on my body, "Um... I don't know. We probably should." I answer.

He pulls out his phone from his back pocket and dials the number.

"They'll be here in a minute, they told us to go ahead and try to get away from the fire, they'll handle it." Matt informs me, putting his phone back, "So we can go back to the van and then drive back home?" I ask, "I suppose." He shrugs.

"Oh, and thanks for not letting me burn to death." He chuckles nervously, "There's no way you thought I'd let you die." I exclaim in disbelief, "For a minute there yeah!" he replies with a low chuckle.

"No! I just couldn't get out of the room! And then Dom stopped me but then he let me save you." I clarify, "He let you save me?" Matt asks, "Surprisingly, yeah. Well basically I just told him that imagine if it was his dad in your position and he let me go." I answer.

"Damn okay. Oh wait. So how did you cut yourself again?" he asks, "Bella trapped me in a room and so then she locked it and so I had to find a way to break it. I found a butter knife, but it was rusted and so when I hit it against the lock, it snapped in half. I went back to the kitchen and found a steak knife. That worked but I accidentally cut myself slightly." I answer.

"That was not at all a slight cut. Here, let me see your shirt." He replies. I untie and hand him my shirt from my waist. He rips a small piece off and ties it around my finger after wiping the blood from around it.

"All better." He smiles as we continue walking back to the field with the van.

"All better." I repeat.

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