Tortured

Rachael's POV

"Rachael! Rachael!"

I gently opened my eyes on hearing the distant calling of my name. sounded like Jackson's voice. As my eyes got fully open, I was able to confirm that the voice belongs to Jason. He stood in front of me, gazing down at me.

I groaned a little bit as I tried to sit up. I had been crying all night before falling asleep. I feel so exhausted.

"You should head back to your room and sleep, Rachael." He said. 'My father won't be too pleased to find you sleeping in the dining room."

"To hell with what your father thinks." I quickly refuted. "How can I have a good night's sleep when Jared, my best friend, is probably being tortured to his death?"

"Listen."

I stayed still and paid keen attention.... I listened. Nothing. I heard nothing. "See? Jared has stopped screaming. He's probably fast asleep right now and you should do the same, in your room."

"No. I can't." I shook my head in refusal. "I'll stay here instead. I will not go to my room to enjoy the comfort