//EDITED//

They beat him up in front of me while I watch like a hopeless moron.

Beside me, Walker sits watching my brother being beaten to death and my reaction to it. From his heartless smile, I can tell he is enjoying it. I know he is doing this to get a reaction out of me, and he is doing a damn good job.

Tears roll down my cheeks with each punch that hits my brother. He is bleeding everywhere but he still remains strong. Not once has he shown weakness and I am pretty sure it is because of me. He never liked showing weakness—just like me.

"I think that's enough fun for now boys," Walker says to his men.

He walks over to Charming and pulls him up by his hair. A gun is pointed against his temple and I let out a scream.

"NO!!!"

I start crawling towards him but strong arms pull me back. Tears stream uncontrollably, blurring my vision.

"God please no! Please don't! Please!" I beg.

Yes, I beg. I beg like a poor, homeless, person because if he takes Jake away from me I will be homeless. He is my home, he is my everything.

"He will live, if you answer my questions!"

"I already told you! I don't fucking work for him!" I scream.

His grip on the gun tightens and I hear a soft click.

"Please...no...please don't," I cry.

Surprisingly he lets go of Jake and I crawl over to him. I put his head in my lap and caress his bruised cheeks.

"I will be back Woods. And when I return, I will expect an answer to all my questions or else you will have another death on your hands."

I don't look up at him, all I can do is look at my brother lying in front of me, hurt. My tension slowly disappears as I hear the footsteps become faint and the door shutting.

"Thea, are you okay?"

I let out a small laugh. He is the one who is practically dying, yet he is asking if I am okay.

"I think I should ask you that, Jake."

"Thea, you have bruises and cuts all over you! Who did this to you?!"

"Why? So you can threaten to spread your blood over them?"I scoff.

"Thea, who did this?"

"Look, if I tell you it will only make you madder and right now you need to be calm. You're hurt pretty badly," I say, worried for his health.

"Why are we here? What did that dude mean when he said you need to answer his question? He also said something about you having another death in your hands, did you kill someone Thea?! Are you going to jail? If these dudes are the police, why are they trying to kill us? Did-"

"Why are you asking so many damn questions?!" I cut him off.

"I'm sorry if I'm a bit confused when I wake up in a damn scary basement filled with creepy looking guys! Seriously, basements are already creepy without ten other scary men staring at you like you are going to explode!"

I rub my head to relieve the stress. God, I feel so terrible for dragging Jake into this.

"Plus, I had a date tonight."

"Jake, you would probably have dumped her next week anyway."

"How would you know? She could have been my future wife and the mother of my children!"

"Jake, do you even know her name?"

"I would know if I went to the date today," Jake said slowly. "Jeez, you're even slower than usual, and that's saying something. What did they hit your head with, a fucking baseball bat?"

I stare at him.

Yeah, I don't feel so terrible now.

Hours pass and no one comes for us. I honestly don't know if it is really hours or just minutes. There are no clocks in the cold, dark room. It is just black walls and a locked door. Jake's head is lying on top of my head and mine is pressed against his chest. He was running his hand through my hair trying to comfort me. It's funny cause I should be the one comforting him since he has no idea what's going on.

All of a sudden, the door swings open and Walker enters with a different suit on.

How many suits does this guy have?!

"Ms. Woods, are you ready to answer my questions?" He asks.

Jake grows tense and wraps his arm around me in a protective manner.

"I already told you, I don't work for him. I have no idea what the hell you mean by the plans or where they fucking are." I said staring into his eyes.

"Very well then."

Then, as quickly as he came in, he walks out again. What the hell?

Time slowly begins to pass by again as I lay still cuddled under Jake's arm, until he tugs my hair.

"Ouch!" I say, rubbing my head and glaring at him. But my irritation quickly disappears when I see what is in his hands.

"You're telling me, you had this in your goddamn hair the whole time, and you didn't even care to tell me? " Jake whisper-yells.

"Jeez, I am sorry I didn't tell you I had a bobby pin in my hair!"

Then it hits me‚—a bobby pin.

"Oh my God!" I yell, staring at our key out of here...literally.

"Are we even related?"

"You know I always I had my doubts. Even considered doing a DNA test."

"Yeah, you're right, I am just too awesome and you're just too...Thea-y ."

I glare at him.

"Come on, lets just the fuck out of here," I say, getting up.

We quietly make our way to the door. He straightens out the pin and uses it to pick the lock. Once the door opens, he looks outside to see if anyone is there. He waves his hand, letting me know it is safe, and we tip-toe out of the room. We keep our backs pressed against the walls and listen for any sign of trouble. We turn a corner, and in front of us are two armed men, facing away from us. I look at Jake and he motions for me to take the guy in the left. I nod and walk up quietly behind him.

I put my hand over his mouth and knee him in the back, pushing him down. The other guy sees it, but before he can do anything, Jake hits him in the head. Both the guards fall to the ground unconscious, and we step over the bodies.

"Wait," Jake whispers. I turned around and see that he is holding a gun.

"Here, take this use it when you think you need it."

I nod and take the gun from him.

I really hope we don't need to use this.

"Hey!" A voice echoes through the walls and without looking back we both break into a run.

Jake grabs my hand and guides me through the turns.

"Jake, do you even know where we are going?"

"Yeah, we are getting out of here, duh."

I mentally face palmed myself.

All hope seems to slip away as I imagine us running aimlessly forever, until I see the huge bright exit sign. I pull Jake with me towards the sign, but before we can get too near the door, someone tackles Jake and I fall down as well. Before I can get up, a pair of arms wrap around me but I push them off. Jake is fighting the guy who tackled him, and the guy who pulled me down is slowly getting up. I kicked his chest and punch him in the face, but he blocks my second blow and twists my wrist, making me cry out in pain.

Using the trick Jake taught me as a kid, I roll my wrist down and grab his wrist with my hand. I push him up against the wall and slam his head against it a couple of times. Once he is down, I turn around to help Jake. He is in a headlock and losing color. Running up behind the attacker, I hit him with the end of my gun. He lets go of Jake, but turns around, looking at me with a pissed-off expression. But before he can do anything, Jake tackles and punches him.

"Come on Jake, let's get out of here!" I yell, trying to pull him away.

We stumble forward and start running towards the door.

Almost there!

Come on Thea, run faster!

We are only feet away from freedom when I hear a deafening gunshot. I scream, and wait for the pain to erupt through me but I feel nothing. Confused, I turn and and see a horrible sight.

The bullet wasn't for me—It was for Jake.