I stare at the barrel of the gun that was pointed at me for a few seconds.

Then my eyes cast upwards at the holder.

"Jay," my jaw clenches as I take in his form. It's dark out here, yes. But I can never forget what his face looks like. Or his scar that runs down his forehead, tracing his left eyebrow and ends in his cheek.

The scar that is a reminder of my past.

"Ryder," he narrows his eyes at me while his grip on the gun tightens.

Slowly, I rise up from the ground while keeping my eyes fixed on him.

From the corner of my eyes, I see another guy pointing a gun at me. My eyes widen.

Cameron.

Cameron was the kind of guy that always bullied people. He loved pushing people's buttons, testing them to the limit. Naturally he and I never got along. And to say he hated me for always ruining his plans to torture innocent people, would me an understatement.

Great. Two people who hate me are pointing a gun at me.

Awesome.

I narrow my eyes at Jay, "Where is she?"

A slow smirk grows on his lips, "Dead."

I mirror his smirk and cock my head to the side, "Don't try to play me Jay. I knew it was a bait all along. A bait to lure me out. To kill me. How do I know that? Simple. Because I know you."

"Of course you know me," he narrows his eyes at me infinitesimally, "You were my best friend. My partner. The person who was supposed to have my back."

I cross my arms in front of chest and raise an amused eyebrow at him, "Still being a drama queen I see."

I know I'm making the situation worse. But I'm buying time. So my friends can get Allie and get out of here safely.

No one needs to die anymore because of me.

He sneers at me, "Drama queen? Because of you, I got caught. Because you were a damn coward and couldn't kill a few people. Because you went to the police."

"Is that what this is all about?" I ask incredulously, my buy-time act slipping, because this time I'm genuinely pissed off, "That I couldn't handle anymore of this drugs shit and wanted to come clean?"

"It's about you not having my back!" he shouts, "Because of you, the cops raided our warehouse! My dad lost everything! He had a fucking heart attack because of this!"

That does it.

"Because of me?" I glare at him with all my hatred, "Because of you my brother is dead! You're lucky that I just went to the police and didn't kill you myself!"

"Because of me?" he cocks his head to the side arrogantly, "Who was the one that pulled the trigger? Me or you?"

I stumble back with shock.

I know....I know that...

But hearing that from your ex best friend...

Is really something.

I watch his fingers flex as he grabs the trigger.

He is seriously going to shoot.

But before he pulls it, suddenly a war cry is heard.

No, I'm serious, a war cry.

"DIE! DIE! DIE!" Sam rushes out of nowhere towards us, swinging a bat around randomly, "DIE YOU ASSHOLES! DIE!"

At the same time Andrew pops out of the shadows behind Cameron and twists his arm behind his back. His gun falls from his hand as a slight scream of pain bursts from his throat.

I quickly duck down as Sam swings her bat around and knocks Jay right on his head.

He falls on the floor groaning in pain. His gun slips out of his hand

Grabbing Sam's arm I stop her, "Wait Sam, that's enough.... Where did you get a bat - Never mind, just stop."

"Why?" she snaps her head towards me angrily, "He's the one that's responsible for what happened to Aaron! Don't you want-"

I shoot her a warning look, "No Sam. Just don't."

Glaring at me for a few seconds she stomps away, with the bat still in her hand.

Sighing, I glance down at the two guys groaning in pain before me.

I'm sorry.

It's all my fault.

I feel a hand on my shoulder and glance up at Andrew.

He gives me a small smile and shakes his head.

He already knows that I'm blaming myself before I even have to say it.

I give him a slight smile.

He has always been really perspective. We weren't friends till Kindergarten actually. To be honest, I haven't known Andrew for more than three years.

But I owe him my life.

It was him that pulled me out of my messed up life. When I had been addicted to drugs and partied my life away. It was him that helped me overcome my brother's death.

He had always been there for me.

Sighing I look down at my shoes, "Call the police. I'm sure there is enough drugs in this warehouse to throw them in jail for another year or two."

It's all over, huh?

They have been such massive idiots. It's clear that they didn't have enough manpower or a plan. Still they messed with us and called for their own destruction.

The gang has completely shattered into pieces. There are none of the old members left.

And they still came after us.

But I guess you really are blind in love and hate.

Suddenly there is a click sound of metal.

My head snaps upwards just in time to see Jay pick up the gun that is lying a couple of feet away from him and pull the trigger.

Everything happens so fast, I don't even have the time to blink.

Andrew shoves me out of the way. I fall on the hard concrete floor and a slight pain shoots throughout my arm.

But the pain is nothing compared to the terror that shoots through me as I hear the sound of the gun shot ring through the air.

Gulping, I slowly cast my eyes down towards the crumpled body of Andrew that lay on the ground.

A scream tears Sam's throat as she rushes towards his body, "Drew!"

I blink again wondering if this is all just a nightmare or some sick reality show.

I crawl towards him silently. Feeling something wet on my palm, I shakily look down.

Thick red liquid.

Blood.

"Drew?" I whisper as I touch his shoulder with my shaky fingers and turn his body towards me.

Sam lets out another cry as the bloody wound on his chest reveals itself. His maroon shirt is soaked completely.

"Damn," he whispers as he glances down at his wound, "That's not a tattoo that'll attract girls."

I look at him incredulously.

"Shut up you bastard!" Sam yells as she grabs his hand, "Just shut up! We're gonna get you to a hospital!"

Andrew chuckles but then suddenly winces, "Nope. I'm gonna have sex with Marilyn Monroe in heaven."

Sam lets out a teary eyed snort, "If anything you're gonna get raped by hades in hell. So you better stay here okay?"

Even in this situation I can't help letting out a small laugh.

He has always been like this. Playing around, a womanizer, always teasing everyone.

Some people might say he's a man whore, a playboy.

But in reality he's just a guy that's afraid to get too close to people so he puts on a careless act. Always acting like no one ever mattered to him.

Because for him, being hated is easier than being hurt.

He was right.

Because he's close to me....he got hurt.

After all this time, he still had my back.

Sam doesn't show it but I know she loves Andrew too. At least that's what the tears streaming down her face says.

"What?" Andrew glances at me and smirks, "You're not gonna give me a good bye speech?"

A tear slips down my cheek and I don't bother wiping it away.

He eyes the stray tear and lets out a small smile, "I guess that's enough," he lets out a cough suddenly.

Terrified, I grab his shoulder, "Hey hey, no, wait! It's... uh...Everything is gonna be fine, I think."

"Very reassuring," He rolls his eyes, "You were always horrible at pep talks."

I look at Sam through my blurry eyes, "Call an ambulance! He...He's... "

A sob escapes her throat as she desperately tries to control herself, "Mason should be here with the car soon-"

"I'm afraid he's gonna be late," Jay says in a monotone voice from behind me just as I hear another click. Signalling that he is going to shoot again.

And right now, I don't care a bit.

Everything is always my fault.

Always.

Every time the people around me get hurt. Only because of me.

Who haven't I hurt? Nothing good can come from being near me. I'm a walking disaster.

I should feel anger towards Jay, towards myself, towards fate.

I should yell and punch.

But actually, I feel despair as I hear Andrew's breathing get shallower by each second. Beads of sweat trickles down his forehead. Sam lets out another cry as she clutches her eyes shut.

Terror, fear, despair, these emotions wrap themselves around me.

I close my eyes as I hear another gun shot ring throughout the air.

someone