Max grabs my hand and drags me to where our laps have always started, Morgan is not far behind us looking pale in the face.
'If you hadn't of got caught you'd of been Scott free' Max chuckles back at him.
'If he had wiped the cameras in the first place then none of us would be out here right now! This is on you two' I hiss angrily.
When Dave blows his whistle we run, all of us knowing the drill already.
I remove my hand from Max's and sprint ahead. I'm pissed I have to miss dinner because the boys are fucking idiots, leaving fucking evidence!
I'm on my seventh lap when I can hear Morgan and Max catching up. Morgan is panting heavily, he will not make forty laps, let alone eighty. I know Dave is running behind as he keeps blowing his whistle.
By my ninth lap both boys have caught up with me, I had to slow down, I'm panting myself.
'How many of these'..... 'do we' ... 'have left'
'You don't want to know how many are left but you best keep up, Dave's a fucking monster' Max says dragging Morgan along.
'I re.... Remem.... Remember' Morgan pants out.
We keep running, continuously for hours. By the time we're on our twenty third lap Morgan is dead weight, he falls to the floor, his body going limp.
'Leave him' I pant to Max who's trying to pull Morgan back up, while Dave starts blowing his whistle.
We have no choice but to leave Morgan there as we run and run and run.
...
On my fifty eighth lap I fall to the floor like a sack of potatoes, gasping for air, I'm covered in sweat and dust but I can't catch my breath. My body aches like a bitch. Max stops and crouches down trying to catch his breath for a moment, before trying to coax me to calm down.
'Deep breaths baby, come on please deep breaths, in and' then Dave's whistle blows from behind us.
My chest hurts, I can't catch my breath! I'm panicking. I don't know how long I'm like this for before my eyes roll back and everything goes black.
.....
Max: pov
'John!!!!!' I scream while pulling Hope's limp body into my chest while tears are streaming down my face.
Dave blows his whistle right by ear, I'm done
'Fuck off! This is your fault!' I scream at him.
John comes running over and scoops Hope right out of my arms. It's like my world has gone into slow motion as I try pulling Hope back to me, my heart feels like it's being ripped out of my chest.
Dave grabs hold of me throwing me onto the floor while John runs off with Hope in his arms.
I thrash and scream trying to get him off, gaining the attention of security in the dorm blocks. They come running over, barrelling on-top of me, hands start grabbing at my arms and legs.
I feel like the Hulk as I thrash and buck against them. I need to get to Hope!
I don't know how many officers have come out to restrain me but in the end I'm cuffed and I stop fighting as I'm carried into the school building, then into secure.
'Open the cell' Dave orders to the new security officer who's currently staring in shock. Dave has had enough of no response after a minute of no movement, he shoves the officer out of the way then pulls a key, unlocking the cell door.
I'm thrown into the cell, onto the floor, I land heavily slumping, like a sack of potatoes. The officers shut and lock me in then the light turns off.
Now I'm stuck, lying on the cold floor, cuffed!
.....
I don't know how late it is or how long it's been but when I hear footsteps my heart pounds in my chest. There's quiet talking then the footsteps start again.
I hear a key in the lock of my door then the doors unlocked and yanked open.
'You calm Max?' John's voice echoes through the cell to me. He took Hope, he will know what's happening with her. I hurriedly question
'How's Hope? Is she alright?'
'Hope is fine Max, she passed out, now do you want me to take off those cuffs for you?'
'Please!' I beg, my arms hurt from being in this position for so long, Dave definitely knows how to torture us.
I hear John step forward then there's rustling, keys jingle then the cuffs are pulled off, I make it quick as I push myself up off of the floor and turn to face John.
'Is Hope going to be okay?' I question worriedly
'She will be fine, I'll let you know in the morning if she's woken up, now get some sleep, it's gone 2 in the morning' John sighs then leaves.
I climb onto the bench as I hear the door close and lock, I lay myself down and try to fall asleep.
Wishing Hope will be alright.