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After two hours of deep sleep, I finally woke up. My head was still spinning when I opened my eyes. I found myself tied up to a chair with my mouth sticked with a sellotape. I couldn't move my body except for my head. I wanted to scream for help but I couldn't. Tears started rolling down my face.

However, I tried to calm myself down and looked around. The place seemed to be a garage. There were lots of tools and some bottles of kerosene and car parts. There were no windows. The light bolt that was hanging above my head was the only thing that lightened up the garage.

Allahu! I was so scared at that time. I'm gonna die here and no one even knows where I am. I was praying the whole time. Allah is the only thing I've been counting on. Is this probably the end of my life?

Out of a sudden, the door of the garage opened. A man with blue eyes and a beard walked in while gazing down at me like I was a disgusting creature. He was wearing a black shirt and dark pants.

MasyaAllah! I think he was the man who was stalking Justin and me when we were at the park this morning. How could I have been so blind? Justin was right but I refused to believe him. That's why I ended up here.

He stood in front of me while eyeing me carefully for a few seconds before digging out his phone from his pocket. It seemed like he was dialling someone's number.

"Ma'am? We've got her." he informed whoever the person was on the other line. He tilted his head once again to look at me, a cruel smile was playing on his lips.

"Damn it, mom! How could she do this?" I cursed, banging my fists on the steering wheel while driving.

I was driving at full speed until I finally reached my house. I got out of the car and quickly made my way inside the house. I looked around but my mom was nowhere to be found.

There is only one place left that my mom could be. IN HER OFFICE. I figured that she might in there so I headed upstairs to her office and before I could open the door, I heard my mom was on the phone with someone.

"Who is she talking to?" I asked myself quietly. I placed my hand on the handle and leaned slowly against the door to catch her conversation.

"That's good. What did you do to her?" I heard her asking someone on the phone. Her? Who is her? Does that mean Camila?

"You have to make sure that no one knows where she is." she demanded.

"Here's what I want you to do."

"I want you to kill her." she gave her final order. KILL?!

The moment I heard the word 'Kill' came out of her mouth, my heart nearly dropped at the thought of her killing someone. My brain stuttered for a moment and my eyes took in more light than I expected, every part of me went on pause while my thoughts catch up. In that instant my skin became greyed, my mouth hung with lips slightly parted and my eyes were as wide as they could stretch.

MOM?! How could she do such a thing? What kind of mother does that to her own son's girlfriend?

Without a second thought, I instantly stormed into her office which made her startled and she turned her full body towards me.

"Did you take her?" I shouted at her as soon as my eyes found her. My eyes were bulging with dilated nostrils as I panted.

"Is it true that you're gonna kill her?" I clenched my jaw.

She didn't answer but kept staring at me with her blue eyes begging for sympathy that obviously didn't give a shit anymore. There's no excuse for her this time. NONE?!

"ANSWER ME, MOM!!!" I shouted at her from the top of my lungs. Rage has taken over my mind and my whole body.

"Yes. It's for your own good." she answer with a cracky voice.

"Who are you talking to on the phone?" I asked but she wouldn't answer me. I immediately snatched the phone from her hand.

"No, Justin. Please. Don't do this. I..." I shut her up by putting one finger in the air.

"Hello? Who is this?" I asked whoever that person was through the phone but there was no answer. All that I could hear was someone's breathing on the other line.

"Answer me!? Is Camila with you?" I was yelling through the phone but there was still no answer. FUCK!? This can't be happening!

"Justin, please..." my mom was reaching out her hand to touch my face but I jerked her hand away instantly.

"DON'T YOU DARE TOUCH ME, MOM!" I yelled at her.

"Please, give me back the phone." she pleaded, tears began to roll down her cheeks but I couldn't care less about it anymore. What matters to me now is CAMILA.

I held out the phone towards her but she didn't dare to grab it, "You tell your man to stop what he's about to do."

I demanded but she shook her head, still refusing to give up her plan. DAMN IT!? I know exactly what I had to do.

Out of the blue, I remembered that my mom used to keep a gun in the drawer in her office. The drawer was just right behind me from the spot where I was standing.

"You're not gonna do it?" I asked her, still holding out the phone towards her and she shook her head slowly.

I pressed my lips together and nodded. I turned around and opened the drawer. Luckily, the gun was still there. I grabbed it and held it tightly in my hand then turned back around to face her.

"If you refused to do it, that's just fine." I said sarcastically, pointing the gun to my head.

"Jus...Justin..." more tears began rolling down her cheeks as soon as she saw what I was doing.

"What, mom? WHAT?!" I pretended that I didn't know, I placed my finger on the trigger. I had no choice. This was the only way that I could think of to make sure that she'll do what I said.

"Please..."

"Put down the gun, honey." she practically begged me.

I know my mom very well. She's good at begging sympathy from people but she herself didn't have any sympathy in heart for others.

"NO!? Not until you tell your man to stop!" I shouted, still holding out the phone towards her.

"This is what you want, right? You wanted to kill her? Yes?"

"Well, this is how it's gonna be, mom. If you're gonna kill her, I'm gonna kill myself too." I made my tone clear, threatening to pull the trigger.

"I'M GONNA DIE WITH HER!"

"If you really wanted her to die, you just have to kill both of us!" I said, still pointing the gun to my head.

"Justin..." she took a step closer towards me.

"Don't come anywhere near me!?" I warned her, pointing the gun towards her until she backed off.

"I'm not kidding, mom." I shook my head. I pointed the gun back to my head.

"I'M GONNA BLOW MY HEAD OFF THEN WE CAN BOTH DIE TOGETHER!" I said, trying to keep my distance from her.

"I'm gonna give you to the count of 3..." I whispered before started counting.

"One..." I said, my heart was thumping at high speed inside my chest. GOD! I HOPE THIS WORKS!?

"JUSTIN! Please don't make me do this." she pleaded once more with tears streaming down her face.

"Two..." I whispered, closing my eyes. Is this really the end of my life?

"STOP!?" she screamed, finally stopping me when I was about to pull the trigger. A sigh of relief escaped my lips.

The truth is, I wasn't ready to die here. Not right now, not like this. It's the only way that I could think of to threaten her at that time.

"I'll do it..." she grabbed the phone from my hand very slowly.

"But please..."

"Put down the gun." she begged and I did but still holding it firmly in my hand just in case.

"Mark? Are you still there?" she questioned through the phone.

"Please stop what you're doing. NOW!?" she demanded seriously and hung up afterwards.

"Now..."

"Tell me where she is." I demanded.

She looked at me and sighed before answering my question, "Mark took her to an old garage at Izmir Street."

"I know where that place is." I whispered quietly to myself before heading towards the door.

When I placed my hand on the handle, I turned my head around towards my mom, "I can't believe you just did that to her. How could you?!" I shook my head in disbelief. I got out of the room and slammed the door hard behind me.