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Apple Tree.
What you can't see, will hurt you. Don't let what you can't see, make you see what you don't want to.
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Five months later
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock on the wall seemed to be the only sound that could be heard at this point. She bit down on her lip, her hands firmly clutching the half covered skin that lay open, covered with scars. She kept her eyes open, in the darkness beginning to hear footsteps. Would they hurt her? Was the question she continued to ask. She didn't know if they would, or were they just doing this for a laugh. Laugh my ass. She rolled her eyes at the thought, tipping to the side as she leaned against the cold, broken stove in which they had stashed everything. Her arm was no longer chained, but they were watching her. She knew they were.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick. This time, the clock sounding stopped, she didn't move, nor dare try to figure out what it was that she heard, or thought she heard. Tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tock, tick, tick. The clock beat unsteadily. She shivered slightly, feeling a cold breeze as the door opened, the light switching on. She kept her gaze anywhere but from the door, only turning it when she felt a cold hand on her cheek. She gazed into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling completely warm. It was him, the one who had been helping her make it through the months and months she had been there.
His warm, kind smile made her feel safe, made her feel like she was welcomed. He removed his hand, looking back at the wall, almost studying to see if anyone was there. She squinted her eyes, trying to see anything there, but saw nothing. He turned back towards her, taking out the key from his pocket. "Come on," he whispered, smiling. "You've got somewhere you're have to get." He took her hand, seeing her clutch her stomach. Something, he had oblviously not seen before. "You need to get out of here more now," his eyes shot back, walking over to the light, turning it off quickly. She could still see his smile in the darkness. "Come on, he whispered.
Nikki looked at him briefly, holding onto his hand as he helped her up. She feared that maybe this was another joke pulled off by them, that she wouldn't get out of there too quickly. She hated this feeling, simple hated it. As he looked into the window again, seeing nothing, he walked her out of the room, and into a secret room, down a deep, dark hall. She wrapped her one arm around his much stronger one, leaning her head on it. "Don't be scared," he whispered. "You're almost safe."
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Three Months Before
He woke up, squinting his eyes slowly. It felt almost felt as if he had been tore into two. It felt completely terrible. Lifting his head up, he bit on his lip, hissing in pain. "Ugh," he groaned. It felt lie his entire body had been crushed. He tried his best, lifting his head up, only to see his legs in casts, his one arm in a sling. He could feel the also hard cast around his neck, making it almost impossible to move.
He remained silent, seeing one of the nurses walk in, her honey brown hair tucked neatly into a bun. She smiled at him, writing something on the board that lay on her one arm. She walked over to him, leaning down and kissing his cheek, almost as if he knew her. "Good morning sweetie, I'm Nurse Jensen, or Melissa, sorry, I've always just wanted to kiss your cheek." She smiled uncomfortably. "Your wife is at home I'm pressuming, you're mother told me they had found her?" She raised her eyebrow. "Not a clue what that means." She leaned in, kissing his cheek again. "No talking for you, just let me get on with my work," she giggled, walking out of the room.
He raised his eyebrow, biting down on his lip. My wife? He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn't know what that meant. He didn't even know the girl, or didn't think he did. As the door reopened, another unfamiliar face showed up. "Hey Zaccy," she said, smiling slightly. Alright, so my name is Zac I'm guessing. He nodded to himself, clearing his throat. She didn't let him speak again. "How are you doing sweetie?"
"Ghiureol," he said, clearing his throat again. "Good I guess." He mumbled. He didn't know whether he should talk to her or not, she looked kind of familiar. "Who are you?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow up slowly.
"I'm Vanessa," she said, running her finger nails over his skin. "Your girlfriend." She smiled softly.
"But the nurse said I had a wife."
"Oh, did she now?" A slight frown on her face, looking down at her empty ring finger. "It's me honey, my rings are getting resized." She smiled fakly, biting down on her lip gently. He shook his head, not believing her already.
"I don't believe you," he said simply, biting at his lip. "I want my wife."
"I'm right here honey," she reached over, grabbing his hand. "Why won't you believe me?"
"Because Its not true." He started to remember things. "You're Vanessa, I once dated you." He bit down on his lip as he spoke. "We broke up after this movie, and then I married..." He trailed off, gazing at her. "Nikki."
Vanessa cringed, hearing his voice speak her name. She had hoped the coma would of knocked his memory off completely, but obviously it hadn't. She needed to get her way. She loved Zac, even if he didn't feel the same. There had to be a way that she could get him. This time, she wasn't goign down without a fight.
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Two Months After.
Nikki gazed around the darkened car, biting nervously at her lip. The guy, who at this point she still didn't know anything about. She had managed to be brought out of the place where she had been hidden for months, her bulging stomach sticking out slightly. She closed her eyes, feeling his warm lips on her cheek. "You'll be fine, we just need to figure out where that husband of yours is," he whispered.
She felt the car start to drive, and shivered slightly. She wasn't use to all this light, all this company. She was use to be around her own. She couldn't believe that maybe she had the chance to get out of there. And how she also knew that he was risking his life to make sure she got out. Why is he doing this for me? What's so special about me? She wondered, looking over at him. "I hope he still remembers me after all this time," she giggled.
"I'm sure he doesn't, you've been kind of missing for months, and still after all this time, he hasn't lost hope. We've been watching the news, hoping that one day we'll find that hes with someone else. Well, the others have. I'm secretly a Zikki shipper," he winked at her, seeing her still bit nervously at her lip. "I'm Joe by the way," he said, holding out his hand. "Joseph Hender."
"Nikki Blonsky," she said teasingly, holding out her own hand, shaking his.
"I know who you are, remember, I'm one of the only Zikki shippers thats a guy," he said, shrugging. "Most females are interested in relationships, my guy friends don't even know who half of Hollywood are." He let his shoulders fall down.
She smiled warmly, touching her stomach, rubbing the area. She kept her gaze down, feeling his gaze. "You'll be okay, don't worry." He promised, seeing her tilt her head back up.
"But will she be okay?" She looked in his eyes for an answer, but saw nothing.
"I think so, I've been feeding you all the food that you need, which would evidently be fed to him or her."
She nodded, turning her gaze to the front, seeing the road pass them by. "Where are we going?" She questioned in a small voice.
"We're bringing you home sweetheart, it'll only be a few minutes now, the police are over to the plant, and I don't think the guys know a thing about it. You'll be fine."
She nodded yet again, feeling the car take a sharp turn. It felt weird driving with another person, then again, she was only use to sitting in a room all day. Maybe it would get easier. I hope. She thought, biting down on her lip. Nikki slowly leaned back into the seat, feeling the car turn another sharp corner, bringing them to an airport. "Where are we going again?" She whispered, nervously shaking.
"You're going home I said." He said softly. "Back to Great Neck, where he'll meet you," he assured her, nodding. "I've already got your stuff on the plane, I've been down and back, quick, get into the airplane and fly away. You can't stay here much longer, you're going to end up being hurt by them again. I-I can't let them do that."
She felt a tear rush down her cheek as he spoke, she knew he was right. They would hurt her. Leaning over, she kissed his cheek delicately, stepping out of the car without another word. With the help of the pilot, she was helped into the plane, only to try and get off. She didn't like flying. She didn't like that she was leaving. Goodbye LA, she thought as she sat in a seat, in the middle where she couldn't see the windows. She didn't really want to know if they were going down or not.
She didn't really want to know how her death was going to span out either, but she figured if anything it would end like in the movies, the plane would blow up, and there would be no survivers. Nice thoughts Nikki. She told herself, faking a smile. She couldn't help but frown. She hated flying, ever since she had watched that one scary movie with Zac she had. She hated being on a plane period. As she sat down, she crossed her arms in front of her, pursing her lips.
Maybe I'll sleep the whole way, she thought doubtfully, biting down gently on her lip. Slowly, she leaned back into the seat, crossing her legs as best as she could, her bump limiting her actions. As she looked around the small room, she saw the flight attendant press the button to snap on belts. She let out an exhausted sigh, closing her eyes. Plese let me get some sleep on this stupid thing. Her thoughts seemed to speak for themselves. Oh-freaking-lovely.
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A week later
He sat back in his seat, slowly running his sweaty hand over his jeans. He bit down on his lip, hard, feeling his heartbeat uncontrollably. It wasn't like him to be this nervous. It wasn't like him to even be afraid. He hated this feeling. As he looked around, he let out a sigh. God help me if she doesn't show.
He had been waiting for a couple of hours at this point. News of her release, and the conviction of her kidnappers had spread across world like a wildfire. So many people had been disappointed when they had found out who the person was who organized it. Mostly fans who dispised her in the first place. It was nice to know that maybe after all, people could hate her.
As he saw her, he bit down on his lip, seeing her clutch her stomach. She looked pale and frightened, like she had been lost for weeks and weeks. The previous week, she had arrived in Great Neck. He had been in LA, and flew out to where she was, hoping to catch a glimspe of her. As she approached him, he stood, smiling.
"Hey baby," he said, reaching over and lacing their fingers together. She looked as if she was hesitating, but then gave in, a small smile appearing across her lips.
"Hi sweetheart," she answer, walking over to him and draping her arms around his waist, digging her head into his chest. She hadn't felt this much warmth in a while. Feeling his hand trail down her side, she giggled softly.
"She's really getting big," he said softly, smiling.
"And hard to bring around." She answered.
"I love you, never forget that."
"I love you too," she paused. "I didn't think I would ever get out of there."
"Neither did I," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I missed you."
"I missed you more." He leaned down, cupping her cheek before kissing her softly. As he pulled away, he rubbed their noses together. "I'm glad you're back."
"Me too, me too." And with that, he fully pulled away, taking her hand in his.
"Come on, let's get out of here." He smiled as she nodded, watching as the paparazzi followed them, along with the selected few who was carrying her luggage. As they both climbed into the car, he leaned over, kissing her cheek again. He was so glad she was back, he never ever wanted to let her go. She was way too much of his life to even try to forget. He briefly remembered a time when Vanessa had tried to get back into his life. He shook his head slightly at the thought.
Flashback.
"Vanessa, listen we can't do this," he was muffled off by her fervent kiss.
"Yes we can, she'll never know."
"Vanessa. Get off of me," he said, pushing her off of him, fixing his shirt. "I'm married, I'm not about to have sex with you!" He cried, looking at her as if she were an alien. "Get. Off. Of. Me. And get out of my house while you're at it."
"Don't you ever say that to me. For all I care, she can burn in hell, she doesn't deserve you. I deserve you god damnit." She leaned in, kissing him again before feeling him push her away.
"Get out," he said softly. "I said get out." He opened the door, practically pushing her out. How could he even let her kiss him? He was married. He had had a part in that. He should of stopped her. He hated himself. Sighing, he ran his hand over his face, digging in.
Why did I do that?
End of Flashback.
He glanced over at her, smiling again. She always had that effect on him. He didn't even notice that he was driving into a parking lot that he didn't want to go. As he parked, he let out a breath, feeling it being caught in his throat as he felt a metal object press against his temple, something clicking. "Don't scream." He muffled voice said.
He looked over at Nikki from the corner of his eyes, seeing her cover her mouth with her palm, her face struck in shock. He didn't know what to do, or how to do it. He just sat there. "Don't speak either, let us do what we want, and you might have your chance." The muffled voice said again, hearing sirens. "Shit, man its the cops." He tried hauling at Zac's door, but it wouldn't open. "Shit, shit shit." He mumbled, again, biting at his lip.
As the police arrived, the other guy rushed to Nikki, feeling the trigger pull between his fingers. Zac watched as the other guy looked in shock, his gun falling to the ground. The other guy opened his mouth, Zac's eyes trailed over at Nikki who was staring at her leg, which was covering in red liquid. She looked up at him, he could easily tell that she was breathing heavily, as if she were in a lot of pain. He knew she was. As he looked back, he saw the police surrounding the car, the people who were threatening them handcuffing. Nikki continued to glare at him.
"Zac..." she whispered, fear in her eyes.
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What you can't see, will hurt you. Don't let what you can't see, make you see what you don't want to.
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Five months later
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock. The clock on the wall seemed to be the only sound that could be heard at this point. She bit down on her lip, her hands firmly clutching the half covered skin that lay open, covered with scars. She kept her eyes open, in the darkness beginning to hear footsteps. Would they hurt her? Was the question she continued to ask. She didn't know if they would, or were they just doing this for a laugh. Laugh my ass. She rolled her eyes at the thought, tipping to the side as she leaned against the cold, broken stove in which they had stashed everything. Her arm was no longer chained, but they were watching her. She knew they were.
Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick. This time, the clock sounding stopped, she didn't move, nor dare try to figure out what it was that she heard, or thought she heard. Tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tock, tick, tick. The clock beat unsteadily. She shivered slightly, feeling a cold breeze as the door opened, the light switching on. She kept her gaze anywhere but from the door, only turning it when she felt a cold hand on her cheek. She gazed into his chocolate brown eyes, feeling completely warm. It was him, the one who had been helping her make it through the months and months she had been there.
His warm, kind smile made her feel safe, made her feel like she was welcomed. He removed his hand, looking back at the wall, almost studying to see if anyone was there. She squinted her eyes, trying to see anything there, but saw nothing. He turned back towards her, taking out the key from his pocket. "Come on," he whispered, smiling. "You've got somewhere you're have to get." He took her hand, seeing her clutch her stomach. Something, he had oblviously not seen before. "You need to get out of here more now," his eyes shot back, walking over to the light, turning it off quickly. She could still see his smile in the darkness. "Come on, he whispered.
Nikki looked at him briefly, holding onto his hand as he helped her up. She feared that maybe this was another joke pulled off by them, that she wouldn't get out of there too quickly. She hated this feeling, simple hated it. As he looked into the window again, seeing nothing, he walked her out of the room, and into a secret room, down a deep, dark hall. She wrapped her one arm around his much stronger one, leaning her head on it. "Don't be scared," he whispered. "You're almost safe."
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Three Months Before
He woke up, squinting his eyes slowly. It felt almost felt as if he had been tore into two. It felt completely terrible. Lifting his head up, he bit on his lip, hissing in pain. "Ugh," he groaned. It felt lie his entire body had been crushed. He tried his best, lifting his head up, only to see his legs in casts, his one arm in a sling. He could feel the also hard cast around his neck, making it almost impossible to move.
He remained silent, seeing one of the nurses walk in, her honey brown hair tucked neatly into a bun. She smiled at him, writing something on the board that lay on her one arm. She walked over to him, leaning down and kissing his cheek, almost as if he knew her. "Good morning sweetie, I'm Nurse Jensen, or Melissa, sorry, I've always just wanted to kiss your cheek." She smiled uncomfortably. "Your wife is at home I'm pressuming, you're mother told me they had found her?" She raised her eyebrow. "Not a clue what that means." She leaned in, kissing his cheek again. "No talking for you, just let me get on with my work," she giggled, walking out of the room.
He raised his eyebrow, biting down on his lip. My wife? He asked, his eyebrows furrowing. He didn't know what that meant. He didn't even know the girl, or didn't think he did. As the door reopened, another unfamiliar face showed up. "Hey Zaccy," she said, smiling slightly. Alright, so my name is Zac I'm guessing. He nodded to himself, clearing his throat. She didn't let him speak again. "How are you doing sweetie?"
"Ghiureol," he said, clearing his throat again. "Good I guess." He mumbled. He didn't know whether he should talk to her or not, she looked kind of familiar. "Who are you?" He asked, cocking his eyebrow up slowly.
"I'm Vanessa," she said, running her finger nails over his skin. "Your girlfriend." She smiled softly.
"But the nurse said I had a wife."
"Oh, did she now?" A slight frown on her face, looking down at her empty ring finger. "It's me honey, my rings are getting resized." She smiled fakly, biting down on her lip gently. He shook his head, not believing her already.
"I don't believe you," he said simply, biting at his lip. "I want my wife."
"I'm right here honey," she reached over, grabbing his hand. "Why won't you believe me?"
"Because Its not true." He started to remember things. "You're Vanessa, I once dated you." He bit down on his lip as he spoke. "We broke up after this movie, and then I married..." He trailed off, gazing at her. "Nikki."
Vanessa cringed, hearing his voice speak her name. She had hoped the coma would of knocked his memory off completely, but obviously it hadn't. She needed to get her way. She loved Zac, even if he didn't feel the same. There had to be a way that she could get him. This time, she wasn't goign down without a fight.
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Two Months After.
Nikki gazed around the darkened car, biting nervously at her lip. The guy, who at this point she still didn't know anything about. She had managed to be brought out of the place where she had been hidden for months, her bulging stomach sticking out slightly. She closed her eyes, feeling his warm lips on her cheek. "You'll be fine, we just need to figure out where that husband of yours is," he whispered.
She felt the car start to drive, and shivered slightly. She wasn't use to all this light, all this company. She was use to be around her own. She couldn't believe that maybe she had the chance to get out of there. And how she also knew that he was risking his life to make sure she got out. Why is he doing this for me? What's so special about me? She wondered, looking over at him. "I hope he still remembers me after all this time," she giggled.
"I'm sure he doesn't, you've been kind of missing for months, and still after all this time, he hasn't lost hope. We've been watching the news, hoping that one day we'll find that hes with someone else. Well, the others have. I'm secretly a Zikki shipper," he winked at her, seeing her still bit nervously at her lip. "I'm Joe by the way," he said, holding out his hand. "Joseph Hender."
"Nikki Blonsky," she said teasingly, holding out her own hand, shaking his.
"I know who you are, remember, I'm one of the only Zikki shippers thats a guy," he said, shrugging. "Most females are interested in relationships, my guy friends don't even know who half of Hollywood are." He let his shoulders fall down.
She smiled warmly, touching her stomach, rubbing the area. She kept her gaze down, feeling his gaze. "You'll be okay, don't worry." He promised, seeing her tilt her head back up.
"But will she be okay?" She looked in his eyes for an answer, but saw nothing.
"I think so, I've been feeding you all the food that you need, which would evidently be fed to him or her."
She nodded, turning her gaze to the front, seeing the road pass them by. "Where are we going?" She questioned in a small voice.
"We're bringing you home sweetheart, it'll only be a few minutes now, the police are over to the plant, and I don't think the guys know a thing about it. You'll be fine."
She nodded yet again, feeling the car take a sharp turn. It felt weird driving with another person, then again, she was only use to sitting in a room all day. Maybe it would get easier. I hope. She thought, biting down on her lip. Nikki slowly leaned back into the seat, feeling the car turn another sharp corner, bringing them to an airport. "Where are we going again?" She whispered, nervously shaking.
"You're going home I said." He said softly. "Back to Great Neck, where he'll meet you," he assured her, nodding. "I've already got your stuff on the plane, I've been down and back, quick, get into the airplane and fly away. You can't stay here much longer, you're going to end up being hurt by them again. I-I can't let them do that."
She felt a tear rush down her cheek as he spoke, she knew he was right. They would hurt her. Leaning over, she kissed his cheek delicately, stepping out of the car without another word. With the help of the pilot, she was helped into the plane, only to try and get off. She didn't like flying. She didn't like that she was leaving. Goodbye LA, she thought as she sat in a seat, in the middle where she couldn't see the windows. She didn't really want to know if they were going down or not.
She didn't really want to know how her death was going to span out either, but she figured if anything it would end like in the movies, the plane would blow up, and there would be no survivers. Nice thoughts Nikki. She told herself, faking a smile. She couldn't help but frown. She hated flying, ever since she had watched that one scary movie with Zac she had. She hated being on a plane period. As she sat down, she crossed her arms in front of her, pursing her lips.
Maybe I'll sleep the whole way, she thought doubtfully, biting down gently on her lip. Slowly, she leaned back into the seat, crossing her legs as best as she could, her bump limiting her actions. As she looked around the small room, she saw the flight attendant press the button to snap on belts. She let out an exhausted sigh, closing her eyes. Plese let me get some sleep on this stupid thing. Her thoughts seemed to speak for themselves. Oh-freaking-lovely.
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A week later
He sat back in his seat, slowly running his sweaty hand over his jeans. He bit down on his lip, hard, feeling his heartbeat uncontrollably. It wasn't like him to be this nervous. It wasn't like him to even be afraid. He hated this feeling. As he looked around, he let out a sigh. God help me if she doesn't show.
He had been waiting for a couple of hours at this point. News of her release, and the conviction of her kidnappers had spread across world like a wildfire. So many people had been disappointed when they had found out who the person was who organized it. Mostly fans who dispised her in the first place. It was nice to know that maybe after all, people could hate her.
As he saw her, he bit down on his lip, seeing her clutch her stomach. She looked pale and frightened, like she had been lost for weeks and weeks. The previous week, she had arrived in Great Neck. He had been in LA, and flew out to where she was, hoping to catch a glimspe of her. As she approached him, he stood, smiling.
"Hey baby," he said, reaching over and lacing their fingers together. She looked as if she was hesitating, but then gave in, a small smile appearing across her lips.
"Hi sweetheart," she answer, walking over to him and draping her arms around his waist, digging her head into his chest. She hadn't felt this much warmth in a while. Feeling his hand trail down her side, she giggled softly.
"She's really getting big," he said softly, smiling.
"And hard to bring around." She answered.
"I love you, never forget that."
"I love you too," she paused. "I didn't think I would ever get out of there."
"Neither did I," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.
"I missed you."
"I missed you more." He leaned down, cupping her cheek before kissing her softly. As he pulled away, he rubbed their noses together. "I'm glad you're back."
"Me too, me too." And with that, he fully pulled away, taking her hand in his.
"Come on, let's get out of here." He smiled as she nodded, watching as the paparazzi followed them, along with the selected few who was carrying her luggage. As they both climbed into the car, he leaned over, kissing her cheek again. He was so glad she was back, he never ever wanted to let her go. She was way too much of his life to even try to forget. He briefly remembered a time when Vanessa had tried to get back into his life. He shook his head slightly at the thought.
Flashback.
"Vanessa, listen we can't do this," he was muffled off by her fervent kiss.
"Yes we can, she'll never know."
"Vanessa. Get off of me," he said, pushing her off of him, fixing his shirt. "I'm married, I'm not about to have sex with you!" He cried, looking at her as if she were an alien. "Get. Off. Of. Me. And get out of my house while you're at it."
"Don't you ever say that to me. For all I care, she can burn in hell, she doesn't deserve you. I deserve you god damnit." She leaned in, kissing him again before feeling him push her away.
"Get out," he said softly. "I said get out." He opened the door, practically pushing her out. How could he even let her kiss him? He was married. He had had a part in that. He should of stopped her. He hated himself. Sighing, he ran his hand over his face, digging in.
Why did I do that?
End of Flashback.
He glanced over at her, smiling again. She always had that effect on him. He didn't even notice that he was driving into a parking lot that he didn't want to go. As he parked, he let out a breath, feeling it being caught in his throat as he felt a metal object press against his temple, something clicking. "Don't scream." He muffled voice said.
He looked over at Nikki from the corner of his eyes, seeing her cover her mouth with her palm, her face struck in shock. He didn't know what to do, or how to do it. He just sat there. "Don't speak either, let us do what we want, and you might have your chance." The muffled voice said again, hearing sirens. "Shit, man its the cops." He tried hauling at Zac's door, but it wouldn't open. "Shit, shit shit." He mumbled, again, biting at his lip.
As the police arrived, the other guy rushed to Nikki, feeling the trigger pull between his fingers. Zac watched as the other guy looked in shock, his gun falling to the ground. The other guy opened his mouth, Zac's eyes trailed over at Nikki who was staring at her leg, which was covering in red liquid. She looked up at him, he could easily tell that she was breathing heavily, as if she were in a lot of pain. He knew she was. As he looked back, he saw the police surrounding the car, the people who were threatening them handcuffing. Nikki continued to glare at him.
"Zac..." she whispered, fear in her eyes.
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I'm so evil.
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