Chapter 305 - Push You To Hell

Blake was surprised when he saw Ethan rushing out of his dressing room, his manager running after him with a worried look on his face like he was able to cry.

"Ethan you can't do this, thousands of people are out there waiting for you. You still have a lot of performance tonight. This will be bad" He warned.

Ethan looked at his ranting manager, he removed the cap from his head and placed it on his, "If my fans prefer to hear me sing while my friend is in danger, then they don't deserve to be called my fans at all. And if they want their money refunded back, then do it. This was supposed to be my last show anyway."

"Ethan!" The manager snapped making Ethan sigh.

Ethan placed his hand on his shoulders and looked at him, "I'm doing the right thing. This girl she's like a sister to me, and I did wrong to her by being selfish. Let me make things right please." He said in a gentle tone. He and his manager had a good relationship, they had been working together for years and he knew the man would understand him.

The manager let out out a defeated sigh, as he reluctantly nodded his head, "But make it back in time. Maybe we can stall for a while. I promised your last concert will be lit, I'll keep my promise." He patted Ethan on his back.

"Okay, I will" Ethan nodded before turning to Blake, "Let's go." He said before hurrying out through the emergency exit.

Blake was surprised that Ethan would give up his last concert just like that. He didn't know Amy meant so much to him. And what did he mean by he wanted to make things right? What had he done wrong in the first place?

"Where are we going now?" Blake asked as Ethan hurried ahead of him.

"To save our girl man," Ethan said as he hastened his steps.

'Our girl?' Blake frowned at the sound of that. He didn't like the sound of 'our', but now was not the time to ponder about that.

"Where's your car?" Ethan turned to Blake and asked.

"Over there," Blake replied pointing to his car just right by their side.

"Let's go." Ethan hurried towards it, while Blake followed suit.

Blake jumped into the driver's seat and looked at Ethan, "Where to?"

Passing his tab over to him, he pointed at the red dot blinking at the tab. "That's him, that's where he is" 

Blake didn't need anyone to tell him what he was looking at, it was a GPS tracker.

'But how...never mind' Now wasn't the time to ask questions. They had to save Amy and that's all that matters.

....

"Micheal Please I'm begging you" Amy pleaded desperately. She has been pleading with him since she woke up to see herself in his horrid predicament.

She couldn't believe this was happening to her right now. She was going to die, wasn't she?

If not from the bomb that was ticking on her waist but from the cold. She looked behind and fear gripped her heart. She was standing feet above ground level.

"Micheal, I know my family deserves to be punished, but please don't kill me, I'm sorry." Maybe it was greedy of her not to want to die, but who would willingly accept death? No one!

The man who was leaning on the car not too far away from her, scoffed when he heard her plea.

He lit up the cigarette in his hand and took a whiff of it before walking closer to her.

He shook his head as he gave her a full look.

"You know, I've always wondered what he saw in you that made him pass through so much till his point of death," He scoffed mockingly.

"And I've spent the last five years wondering what I would do when I finally lay my hands on you and your family, but I was never able to come up with something tangible, something that would ease my heart, satisfy my rage till I met a particular person and she told me, the best way to ease my pain was to serve it back to the people who inflicted me with it. I must say I'm truly grateful to her for this splendid advice because today I'm going to give back the pain that I've felt for t

years." He paused and took another whiff of his cigarette, blowing the smoke on Amy's face which was soiled with tears, the smoke made her cough. She was crying bitterly as she listened to him.

"Killing you is how I'll let go of my pain because you and your family took everything from me. You took my brother, my entire family and I was left all alone. Do you know how that feels?" He asked angrily, his eyes flashing red in anger.

"Do you know? Do you know the pains I passed through losing my whole family because of your selfish and wicked mother? Just because she didn't want....." His voice choked, almost as if he was about to break down in tears. He lifted his head and let out an eery round of laughter that sent goosebumps all over Amy's body. More tears rolled down her eyes as she watched him. She could see the pain in his eyes, feel it in his voice. There was so much bitterness in his words. She couldn't imagine what he had passed through because of her. It was all her fault.

"I'm sorry" She cried out, her shoulders trembling as she cried.

"You're sorry? Tell that to my family I lost in one day. Tell them you're sorry when you get there and when they push you to hell to burn for your mother's sin." He snapped. He took a deep breath to calm himself down and continued.

"I'm not sorry if I have to kill you and everyone member of your family today. Because this is what they truly deserve. Ethan might hate me after this–"

"Ethan?" Amy asked in a small voice. What had Ethan got to do with any of this?

He scoffed when he saw the surprised look on Amy's face. "Yes Ethan, do you think he had suddenly come to tell you about the missing person case? You should have asked yourself why he had suddenly come to tell you about it when he knew for such a long time" He scoffed again.

"Your family is truly dumb and you made everything easy for me. Well, that doesn't matter anymore, because today I'll get what I truly want and watch all of you suffer!" He declared angrily before turning away.

"Micheal please don't, this isn't you. Micheal–"

"Stop calling me Micheal!! I'm not Micheal!!!.. Your mother killed him and I'm here to take you to him!" He roared lividly.