MADDI PWNS ALL

Project Drama [Part 37]

 

Recap: For a clue…

 

Claire’s P.O.V

 

“Hi,” I rolled my eyes. “I’m not supposed to be talking to you.” I chuckled at Jessica. She squinted her eyes. ‘Huh,’ she said dully. “You AND Blair have been getting on my nerves lately.”

 

“Claire, I am just trying to ignore Blair and stuff and I don’t see how you and Emily should be involved with our fights because Blair has obviously taken this way too far. She told to Gerard that he had to make Josh break up with me! Well, she failed!” She shot.

 

I sighed. “I don’t want to hear about it. You guys are so annoying. Emily has been getting on my nerves too. She thinks I’m somehow afraid of Spencer Chamberlain. Seriously, what is up with that?” I just walked away after I responded to her petty comment.

 

I felt a breath on my neck I stopped annoyed. Sorry, Jessica I just don’t want to deal with Blair’s and your bullshit right now, I thought to myself.

 

“Hello, Claire,” a whisper warmed my back and ear. I turned around suspiciously. It wasn’t Jessica. “You look frightened.” Spencer. What brilliant timing?

 

“I’m not,” I sneered.

 

He nodded his head. “Okay then?” Now he was uncomfortable. I think…he was invincible, emotionally. “Sorry, did I catch you at a bad time?”

 

“No, I’m sick of Emily saying I’m scared of you. You’re just some (probably not rich) guy who came from a shit hole!” I snapped fiercely.

 

“What?”

 

I laughed and continued, “You know what I mean Spencer. It’s just so annoying they think they finally have something over me. Nothing. I’m still Claire.”

 

Spencer nodded his head. “Right, you’re right,” he turned me around putting his hands around my waist.

 

“What are you doing?” I said surprisingly quietly.

 

“Nothing,” he whispered in my ear kissing my neck. “Nothing at all,” he lied and started squeezing me and pulling me somewhere.

I hope to God a hotel room.
No, I hope he gets the heck off me.
I want him to pull me away, and I don’t want it to be because of Pete.
No, he doesn’t own me, and I don’t even like him!

 

My conscience kept pulling me different places. Nevertheless, I let Spencer do it all. Oh and I did end up in a hotel room.

 

“So you,” he spoke quietly, “are,” through kisses, “scared of me.”

 

I giggled denying, “No, that’s what everyone thinks.”

 

A big bang came our eyes shot open. The only thing I could think of was, ‘Jessica or Blair.’ They couldn’t see me –

 

“ARE YOU CLAIRE MILLER?” A menacing voice spoke. It was a large man, African-American with a black mask over him. I looked at Spencer and stupidly he nodded his head. I hit him lightly on the head giving him a what-the-hell kind of look. The guy ran over grabbing my hardly on my forearm but then picked up me and put me around his shoulder.

“HEY!” I could hear Spencer’s voice. “THAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!” The man carrying me roared grabbing Spencer by the neck almost dragging him.

 

*

 

I couldn’t see anything for the next half hour. It was mostly all darkness. I just know Spencer had a tight grip on me. His arms were cradling me. We were in a storage closet or something…I’m not even sure.

 

A light came on abruptly and it hurt me eyes and I rushed into Spencer chest hiding my face away.

 

“Well, isn’t this cute. Fairly annoying though don’t you think? I thought the parents in Newport Beach were quite drama-filled but these teenagers. Oh wow.”

 

“What are you talking about?” I heard Spencer mumbled. I got pushed by a strong hold and I opened my eyes adjusting them to the bright light. We were in a storage closet. The menacing man who took us before had Spencer by both arms.

 

A ringtone came on it was Spencer’s…it was ringing when we went into a hotel room. The man talking to us (it was so bright I couldn’t see him very well) had his immediate attention to the cellular device.

“It’s Tyson!” Spencer yelled. He stopped, knowing immediately he shouldn’t have said anything.

 

“Thank you.”

I didn’t even hear the noise. It was too much for me too handle. I just know I immediately started sobbing quietly.

“Well, he’s gone,” the man said. Spencer he was dead… “Answer the phone. Why don’t you talk to this Tyson guy for us, Miss Miller?” I didn’t even ask how he knew me name…he definitely had his ways.

I grabbed the cell phone and I freaked out I didn’t know what else to say. I just screamed telling him that Spencer was dead…calling the police. It was the most stupid thing I have ever done. I told him I was in a storage closet and he said he was coming…and I think they wanted me to do that.

 

“Excellent.”

How did they even know what he was saying?

 

I continued to sob right after that. I couldn’t handle just sitting there watching Spencer’s dead body lay on the floor. Dead. He was dead. I couldn’t even grasp the meaning. Spencer Chamberlain was dead. “Why are you doing this to me?”

 

“Oh were not. I believe your friends Jessica White and Blair Vaness did it, they are your friend’s right?”

 

“What do you mean?”

 

The man chuckled coming out of the only darkness in the room and my eyes didn’t need to adjust to the image.

It was Joe Trohman’s father.

 

“They’re just pretty greedy and disrespectful teenagers aren’t they, Claire? You know the missing girls on the news Anabelle Hurley and Mischa Barton? Mischa Barton was found dead if you didn’t read in the newspaper…if you even do read.” Mr. Trohman chuckled to himself. “They both killed her. What a tragedy…and Mischa is somehow connected to us,” he implied the large guys all around him, “we were trying to get Hayley Williams but my son did some mistakes…you know him right, Joe? I believe you dated his best friend.” He smiled showing his teeth and then continued, “But we didn’t get Hayley Williams because Jessica White and Blair Vaness killed Mischa and let Hayley go. Let out some bad news to the press. They connected you to the situation and I really wouldn’t like to do this,” he ruffled with something shiny that reflected in the mirror. It was a knife. I didn’t even need to see it.”

“CLAIRE, ARE YOU IN THERE?!”

Mr. Trohman smiled. “Right on cue,” he agreed to some guys comment.

I didn’t say anything but I got made to squeal a yes and tell him nobody was in here.

 

“I’M COMING IN!” A man slowly stepped to the door opening it for him. “I COULDN’T CALL THE POLICE THE RECEPTIONIST SAID THE LINES WERE DOWN AND THE RECEPTION ON CELLS DON’T WORK ON THE BEACH SOMEHOW!” He hollered.

“Do you know him?” Mr. Trohman said and the African-American menacing man grabbed Tyson and Tyson looked at Spencer and I started crying. His face…I could never forget it.

 

“There’s someone outside the door,” some man panicked sort-of.

 

“Well, look!”

 

The man followed the instructions and looked outside but came in unsuccessful and I there was my shot. I grabbed the gun that was unoccupied from the menacing man that went to look outside. Stupidity. I aimed it at Mr. Trohman and I shot it. I didn’t think about it at all. I just did it. The sense of power and adrenaline ran through my weak body.

Surprisingly, none of the other man had any other weapons. I aimed it all of them. Tyson looked completely shocked and his cries stopped. “Leave, all of you. Your boss is dead. You all know now what I’m capable of.” None of them listening but I shot them all. Except for the one who was holding Tyson? He left very scared. He was skinny one anyways.

“Claire, you…”

 

“Shut up,” I interjected. “Stay right there,” I had the gun aimed at him as he dropped to the ground.

 

“Claire I have been looking all – what are you doing?” Blair.

 

“Claire I can’t believe – Blair – wait – Claire? What are you doing?” Jessica.

“I’m going to have the most fun time of all.”

 

“What are you doing?” Jessica asked backing away grabbing Blair’s arm. “What are you doing, Claire?”

 

“You know what you did,” tears dropped down in my eyes.

 

“HELP!” Tyson squealed from the room. I held up the gun in the storage room and I shot him. Then I put the  I put my hand up holding them both at gunpoint. Tears fell but I knew what I was doing.

 

Bang. A big jolt of pain shot through me, dark red blood splattered to the all over me and I fell to the floor. The only image I could see was…Emily with a gun in her hand.

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I hate this chapter.
You do realize 12 people died in this part, right?
6 of Mr. Trohman's guards.
Mr. Trohman.
The African-American.
Spencer Chamberlain.
Tyson Ritter.
Claire Miller.