Before my last moments, I wish I would've thought about donating my kidneys. They're pretty healthy, as far as I know, and might as well, now that I'm going to die anyways. Am I right? Always.

The huge, perfectly detailed- yes I took note of that- door, is merely two feet away from me. My feet are itching to tow myself out of this endless misery. This misery however, wishes to continue.

I contemplate the chances of me even making it foot out of this door, and when I come to a conclusion that the percent rounds up to about a 0, and I do the unthinkable; I crack my neck. Once I feel the satisfaction of my tensed muscles letting loose, I slowly face the nightmare behind me.

I'm ready to give Alex my angry glare, which even I admit, probably just makes me look constipated. Trust me, even after hours in the bathroom trying to master the perfection of the "devil face," I win the prize for "best constipation face." Chris and my dad would probably, no doubt, agree.

I don't see his face though. I see someone else, not any less astounding. Ew, shut up Lira, what are you, a romance novelist?

He had the same tan structure, jaw sharp enough to slice a saw itself, and of coarse, let's not forget the green eyes. What made a difference was his platinum blond hair, and five o'clock shadow which was a contrast to Alex's completely hairless face. What a girl that boy is.

I sigh. So running was not an option. His 60 feet wide calves make that statement for him.

Clearly he was an enemy, although if I didn't know any better, he seemed liked the chill type. Definitely a player, with his "surfer dude" look, but still chill. Not chill enough for me though. I knew he was armed.

Armed. Armed. Armed. He was arm- "How did you know my name?" I say in my most menacing voice, taught by the most un-incredible of coarse, the one and only, Chris Nellens.

He laughs a fake heartfelt laugh, then eyes me like the prey I'm destined to be. "Pretty hazel eyes, poop colored hair, and silky smooth skin." He says rolling the words off his tongue, and putting his fingers up in mock quotations. "Alex was never one for descriptions but it suits you pretty well."

He smirks.

"Watch out, my brother has his eye out for you. In both senses." He says and then winks.

Besides the poo colored hair, all I got out of everything he just said, was the fact that Alex talks about me. While that might be flattering, not that I'd admit it, the fact that my identity is not just tossed around, but in fact is well known, is dangerous.

Clearly we are enemies, but with Alex telling them things, I've put my whole family in danger. I have to keep my distance, at all costs.

"You know my name, it's only fair that I know yours." I look him sternly, leaving no room for argument.

"Logan." I widen my eyes and the most crazy thought passes into my head.

"Ew! Like Logan Paul?!?! I'm outta here!!!" I screech as loudly as I can, making him shake his head at the impact of the noise. I quickly turn around and run with giant steps, not looking back with the fear my fantasy of escaping will be short lived.

When I'm two blocks away, I finally peer around and notice that no one is there. However the whistling of the wind ready for a storm makes no promises of the current peace. I felt like he was going to peek out of a tree at any moment now.

The neighbor hood is ghetto. Police sirens ring in the background, and sounds of stray cats and dogs echo. I shiver. And sigh.

Instead of running, I calmly walk back, still aware of my surroundings as the sky turns into a light purple color from the sun coming up.

That letter.....someone left. Some kind of worker. I would have to search them up when I got home later today. I could sneak in, find out everything about them, get what we need, and mostly....I could destroy them like they destroyed us. Like they destroyed me.

✖️ F L A S H B A C K ✖️

"Mommy! Daddy! I'm home!" I say as the family driver Lehan drops me off at home. A frown makes its self upon my face as I realize no one answered me.

Are they mad at me?

It was dead silent, all I could hear, was the ticking of the clock that was slowly driving me insane. Where were they?

A tear leaked me eyes, ad I put my cartoon printed book bag down. And soon after another tear.

I always came home to a full house. They were always working in their office, but they always made sure to welcome me home after a long day at school. It didn't matter if I came home happy or crying, they were always there. But today they weren't. And it didn't seem right.

Then suddenly a see a pour past my eyes. "Mommy! Dadd-"

Someone covered my mouth with a cloth then quickly changed the position but shoving it inside my mouth, and tying it behind me head. I couldn't talk, and felt like I was going to throw up.

I was crying. Every tear that leaked past my face was a sad or happy memory I had with my parents. Despite my young age, I knew this was not going to end well.

He shoved my head against the wall, and I felt dizzy against the impact. I was weak already, but that only made it worse. Now I was completely and utterly defenseless.

He pushed me into his car, and started driving somewhere. I felt like passing out, but I couldn't. I had to stay awake. I needed to know what was going on.

He stopped in front of a gigantic field with black cars parked in the area. There was only one building in sight, and that was in fact the abandoned wear-house, the red bearded man was shoving me into.

Inside, I saw something no child should ever see.

My mom and dad were chained up. They were hung by their arms and neck, and tied down by their ankles. They were in mid air; they were so high, I had to crane my neck up to peer at them.

Then I looked over, and Chris's parents were in same position. I started to scream and yell, I knew this wasn't a game.

"Shut up!" A masked man screamed at me, and then proceeded by kicking me in the stomach. I was so useless. I couldn't do anything but cry and kick. The salty tears were leaking into my mouth.

"So tell us, who is going to live today. Whoever chooses to live for the rivalry will be the one facing war with us for the rest of their lives. Who's it going to be?" Another masked man speaks.

Then a delicate feminine voice speaks up.

"Take care of Chris for me." She says looking at her husband. She arches her neck so that it reaches the spikes on the chain hanging her up and slits it. Blood oozes out, a never ending pool of it.

Her husband and my parents are still yelling at her to stop but she's lifeless.

We hear laughing in the background and I turn to one of the masked men, but it isn't them. It's Chris' dad. "If she doesn't live, I'm done too!!"

He bangs his head back and forth until one of the large spikes goes through it appearing on the other side.

I throw up.

I can't take it anymore.

I pass out.

✖️ F L A S H B A C K ✖️

I get home, and instantly hear my dad and Chris in the kitchen. As much as I want to stay back and eat, I have to dig into it, I have to see if they have job applications.

This could all work out, it's just a matter of manipulation. If I do it right, we could finally get the revenge we deserve.

Looking up their company name, and going to their website, a smile stretched across my face at the words "We're hiring!"

This is it.

I read the information on the page; shouldn't be too hard, am I right? And they have personalized hours for you, meaning I could still go to school without being suspected.

But that also means spending everyday with Alex even after school.......

Oh shît.

A/N
I'm sorry, I know this is a trashy chapter, but I promise the next chapter will get better hehehe. Also I'm sorry I've been gone for so long!! I've just been so busy with school. I'm literally trying to keep up with my busy personal life, school work, being in like 7 clubs, and going to preseason for soccer. 😭