09

                                    

                                          
Thursday, October 10, 2013
Dakota's Point of View 
                          
"What's happening?" I asked him. 
                          
He gripped onto my wrist tightly, not letting go. He was yanking me through the VIP crowd. 
                          
"We're ditching," He said. "Time to go to Seattle."
                          
"Already? The party barely started."
                          
He stopped walking and turned around, "Just shut the fuck up and listen to me Dakota. Fuck."
                          
He turned away and kept dragging me until we reached the parking lot, "Get in."
                          
"But we didn't even grab-"
                          
"GET IN!" He yelled at me. 
                          
"O-Okay," I whimpered, my eyes beading up with tears. 
                          
He got in the truck as well, and began driving, "You don't fucking understand Dakota!" He yelled putting a lot of pressure on the gas pedal. 
                          
"Nathan, please calm down, you're scaring me," I cried. 
                          
"Now you wanna be fucking scared of me? NOW?!"
                          
I kept sniffling as he drove like a maniac. I turned away from him, staring out the window. The trees passed by so quick. 
                          
Looking up at the sky, I noticed a double moon. Everyday it's been one thing after the other since I arrived here in Arcadia Bay. Something bad is for sure happening. A storm or something. I remember in ecological science I learned that when a storm is about to come, strange occurrences will happen up to multiple weeks prior. I wonder how long Arcadia Bay has been acting strange before I even arrived here. I even bet the fisherman couldn't fish.
                          
Nathan pulled up into the drive way of a huge house, it was basically a mansion. My eyes widened, lights from the mansion illuminated the grass outside on the lawn. The lawn was perfectly green. 
                          
"Stay here," He ordered. 
                          
He got out of the truck and began to walk. He went around to the back of the mansion as I stayed put in his truck. 
                          
Was he having a mental break? This could be extremely dangerous for the both of us. I didn't want to bring him home to my family with him so on edge every thirty seconds. I could be putting my family in danger with his ill impulses. And my family will forever come first. 
                          
A few moments went by, and Nathan returns, he's carrying something in his pocket but I couldn't quite tell what it was. He got back into the truck, he was angry and could not maintain his composure at all. 
                          
He started to drive again, it was silent. Both his legs were twitching instead of one, the car was randomly jerking forwards and backwards since he couldn't properly keep his leg on the gas. 
                          
"Nathan, you should pull over," I suggested making him even more angry. 
                          
"Shut the FUCK up Dakota!" He yelled. 
                          
"Nathan please," I begged. 
                          
"Dakota, please!" He yelled as the car suddenly braked. 
                          
Our bodies moved forward, my head hitting the dashboard. 
                          
"Fuck Dakota, are you okay?" He asked. 
                          
"Yeah," I said sitting up and rubbing my head. 
                          
This didn't stop him from pulling over through, he kept driving. He was even speeding now, not bothering to at least slow down. He must want to kill us both. 
                          
I looked around the car for something that would help. At his feet, a gun sat. It must've fallen out of his pockets when the car halted. 
                          
"Nathan, why the fuck do you have a gun?" I asked, my heart was nearly beating out of my chest. 
                          
"Don't worry about it," He said leaning down and picking it up. 
                          
He kept the gun in his right hand, driving with his left hand. He started to scream, flailing the gun around with every word he spoke, "You don't get it Dakota, I've done some terrible shit to people."
                          
"Nathan, i-it's okay," I said hoping if I was nice, he wouldn't lose his cool and shoot someone. "You're getting help, right?"
                          
"I wanted to," He yelled angrily staring out the windshield. "I really fucking wanted to!"
                          
"Why can't you?" I asked, my whole body shaking. 
                          
"Because, fucking Mark, won't let me fucking go!"
                          
"Who's Mark?" I asked. 
                          
"Mark fucking Jefferson. He fucking — he made me fucking kill her!"
                          
"Kill who?" I asked pulling my legs up to my chest, I was terrified. 
                          
"Rachel fucking Amber!" He banged his hand with the gun against the steering wheel with every word he said. 
                          
I remember seeing her missing persons posters around school but I never thought much of it, I thought she was just a teenage runaway. But Nathan killed her. 
                          
"I didn't mean to," He cried, tears streaming down his face. "I just tried to dose her, I used too much. But I did exactly what Jefferson said, he-he told me the wrong amount of purpose!"  
                          
"Then, he will be in trouble," I said. "He mani-manipulated you Nathan, this isn't your fault."
                          
"And he hurt me too," Nathan cried. "Mark would — he would.."
                          
"It's okay Nathan, it's okay."
                          
"No it's not because I fucking love you and I dragged you into this bullshit!" He screamed. 
                          
Nathan loves me? 
                          
"Nathan, I-I love you too," I said, I was crying as well. 
                          
We were both a mess, crying and screaming at one another. I think we both feared each other at this point. 
                          
The car then came to a stop, we were at American Rust. 
                          
"I'm gonna end this," Nathan said. 
                          
"What do you mean Nathan?" I asked. 
                          
"I'm gonna fucking kill him, so he can't hurt anyone anymore!"
                          
"Nathan no, we can turn the car around and go down to the station, we'll tell them who he really is and-"
                          
"This ends tonight. I'm gonna kill him. Then we're gonna go, we're gonna go far away. Okay?"
                          
"O-Okay," I nodded my head in a frantic motion.
                          
He leaned over the car and grabbed my neck roughly, forcing his lips onto mine. I kissed him back, still crying. 
                          
"Alright let's get out the car now," He said. 
                          
"Me too?" I questioned. 
                          
He nodded his head, "You too."
                          
Would I have to help him kill Jefferson and get away with it? 
                          
I stepped out the car, I looked over at Nathan who was staring at me with wide eyes. 
                          
"Nathan what?" I asked. 
                          
He started to run over, his face horrified. My hearing blew out at the sound of a loud bang. My legs caved in and my vision started to get dotted up with the color black. 
                          
And Nathan's horrified face, was the last thing I saw.