Another update for you lot! I've actually really enjoyed writing this fic so far, and hopefully I will make this my longest on-going fic. Who knows! Anyway, I hope this is okay for you guys. This chapter is a bit longer and a lot fluffier that the others. Let me know what you think x

Nikki's POV

Vix.

The feeling of sorrow and loneliness hit me, like my heart and soul had been ripped out. All that was left was an empty, cold feeling in my stomach. Like butterflies but I feel more nervous than excited. I feel guilty but I don't know why. What did I do wrong? It's not my fault that she's here, is it?

Barry grabs my arm, squeezing it tightly as he pulls me towards Vix, possibly bruising my upper arm. She's sat against the kitchen side, handcuffed to handle of the cupboard. Some big, bulky man has a shotgun pointed at her head. I can tell that she's holding her breath, trying to regain a familiar breathing pattern as her heart beats out of control. I smile at her, but she doesn't smile back. She just looks at me. A mixture of hate yet thankfulness in her eyes.

Barry pushes me to the floor, passing his gun to one of his crew members who points it at me. Again. "Give me your phone." Barry demands, handcuffing me to the cupboard next to Vix.

"I don't have it. I must have left it in the classroom." I reply, screwing my face up as he tightens the handcuffs.

"Don't bullshit me, Nikki. I know you've got it." He spits at me, balling his hands into fists. I refuse to speak to him. Sooner or later, he'll give up asking for my phone. And when he does I'll dial 999 and they can come and get us out of this sticky mess. He kneels down beside me, very close to my ear. "You won't mind if I call your number then?" He whispers in my ear, I can hear his smirk and feel his breath attack my ear. He stands up and struts over to his mate, who hands him Vix's phone. I look towards her but she seems clueless, almost like she doesn't know what's going on. Barry unlocks the phone flicking through the contacts until it reached my name.

Sneering at me, he dials my number; waiting for a ring or a buzz to echo through the silenced air. For a moment, nothing happens. No sound. Pure silence. All of a sudden I feel a small buzz of vibration shoot through my pocket, followed by a loud ring. Barry looks at his friend, then looks at me, nodding towards me. His friend violently shoved his hand in my pocket, snatching my phone and passing it to Barry. After he ended the call, he gave both mine and Vix's phone to his mate who threw them onto floor before stamping down on them. Hard. Glass smashed and shattered everywhere.

"No!" I screech, attempting to lean forward and grab my phone. However, the handcuffs stopped me and it was too late. Both phones were no longer useable. Broken into a million pieces. Our only chance of escape just got brutally ripped away from us. "Shit." I mumble under my breath as I slouch down. Barry whispers something inaudible to his friends before taking his gun and leaving the room with a couple of his followers tagging along behind. The door slammed shut, Barry leaving only 2 of his mates in the room with us.

As I look around I see no-one else other than Vix, Hector, Sue and Sonya. I wonder about where Christine is, and if she's safe. Then my mind wonders off to Maggie, George, Simon, Audrey, Carol, Kasey… I just hoped and prayed that everyone else is safe, and possibly even clever enough to call for help.

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A few moments pass and there is now only one member of Barry's 'crew' in the room, pointing a gun at Hector as he babbles some shit about how they're going to be the ones who come out of this hurt and not us. God, he really does talk crap sometimes. What is he even trying to do? Talk his way out of this situation? Yeah, that'll do it. I pull myself out of my thoughts, turning my head to look at Vix.

"Are you okay?" I keep my voice low because I don't want to attract any unwanted listeners.

She looks at me, biting sharply on her bottom lip. "Do I fucking look okay? Nikki, I've just had a gun pointed at my head for the last 30 minutes. I've watched someone be shot, and it seems like I'm going to be spending the last few hours of my life with my ex and the person that they cheated on me with. So no, I'm not fucking okay." She argues, rolling her head away from me. I hear her sigh wobble slightly and I want to comfort her, I want to hold her hand and cuddle with her. But I can't. Because she hates me. She well and truly hates me.

"Why are you even here? You didn't deserve to get caught up in this mess. You shouldn't have come here." I try to sound caring but it come across as spiteful. Angry. I mean, of course I do care, but right now I'm a little angry that she's here when she shouldn't be. She could have avoided this mess.

"I'm here because I was going to tell you that I'm moving. I'm not staying in Scotland, I'm not staying here because I can't stand it anymore. Everything reminds me of you and I need a new start. You've fucked it all up."

"Vix," I say softly, reaching out my free hand and gently stroking hers. She pulls it away quickly, wiping her tears away. "I'm so sorry that I let Hector get in the way of us an-"

She laughs sarcastically. "You don't get it, do you? It's not Hector that ruined us." - I frown at her, confused – "You blew your chance with me when you blew him." Her voice is cold. Emotionless. She doesn't look away from me when she says it. She just stares right at me. Through me. Past me. And I can tell by the tone of her voice that it's never going to be okay between us. Never.

Ew too much soppiness in this chapter, I apologise. I don't write fluff very well. I have no idea which direction this fic is going in, so I can't even begin to tell you what next chapter is about :) please leave a review, I appreciate hearing what you guys think xox