He shoved himself against the door, hard, attempting to break it open. I already knew the chances of us escaping were low, because the door was bolted shut, and no matter how hard we had tried, it wouldn't open. Chase lay on the floor beside me, his fists, bloody and beaten. "Chase, we're never going to get out of here..", I told him. I tried to think of something else to say, but the words caught in my throat. "Nicole, I need to tell you something.."he began, sitting up, his head hung low, defeated" Finnally, our eyes met. "yeah". "I've been, wanting to tell you this for years, but I never really had the guts..I love you" "I love you too, Chase." I said, brushing the blond steaks of hair out of his face. We shared one last kiss, before the trunk opened, and the trigger was pulled...