She hadn't thought things would turn out the way they did. The past few months had not been what she had assumed. She could never have guessed that things would have spiraled so low. She tried not to think about it all. Thinking about it just made her feel even more trapped and alone.

Quinn tried not to look in the mirror as she dried her hair, but once she caught a glimpse, she couldn't look away. The striking black bruise around her eye had swollen. The red handprint at the base of her throat hadn't yet faded. Her cheeks were sunken, the bones of her face prominent where mere months before there had been a pleasant plumpness. Her eyes were glazed, her skin ashen. She could hardly recognize the woman in the mirror.

She took a deep breath and turned around, still gazing in the mirror. Down her back were strips of bright red, patches of which were oozing blood. A red shoe mark above her buttock, where more bruises abounded. Bruises on her thighs in the shape of fingers. Cuts around her ankles and wrists, barely healed.

God, why is this happening to me?

But she knew why. She knew exactly why. She had made the wrong choice and threw her world away.

No, I don't want to think. I don't want to feel it, please.

But she couldn't stop her mind. Once the thoughts trickled in, they gushed like a waterfall, and she was powerless to stop it. She was a piece of driftwood in a raging storm at sea. She sank down onto the cold tiles and let the waves wash over her.

Quinn wasn't sure how long she stood in the middle of the street, tears streaming down her face. Huck had long since gone inside the home of his former wife, and he wasn't coming back. Her thoughts were swirling, her emotions rotating between love, guilt, and regret. Had she made the right choice? Did she do the right thing?

Somehow she ended up in an alley. She didn't know where she was or how she got there, so she just kept walking. The crack of footprints on gravel didn't phase her until they came up behind her and she turned around.

"Just as I supposed," said Charlie, a smug grin already in place. "He ditched you, and you're all alone again."

"How did you..." Quinn started.

"I wasn't going to miss a good show." Charlie crossed his arms. "I didn't expect the drama from Huck, though. 'Don't you ever speak another word to me again!' Come on, I think I heard that line in a soap opera!" Quinn let out a sob at the last words Huck said to her. "Oh, come on, stop it. Its not like you deserved him anyways."

Quinn sniffles. "What are you talking about?"

Charlie chucked. "You mean...oh, that's even better! You can't..." He burst out in laughter. "You can't tell me you actually believed you were good enough for him! You fucked him, let me guess, twice? Three times tops. You really think after all you've done, you could just fuck that away and he would want to take you to the movies and buy you flowers?"

Quinn turned away, tears streaking down her cheeks, but Charlie grabbed her arm and whipped her around to face him. "Let me go, Charlie!"

Charlie laughed again. "What, do you have somewhere to be? Honestly, where else do you have to go? You left OPA, you don't have any friends, your little mentor has his family back thanks to you. Noone cares, Quinn. Noone would care if you disappear. You are coming with me." Charlie started walking towards his car, which he had parked behind someone's garage, keeping a firm grip on Quinn's arm. He didn't have to. She wasn't fighting, she was going willingly. He was right. Noone wanted her. Noone cared. She lost everything. It didn't matter what happened now.

For three months, she had been locked in Charlie's new apartment, which seemed more like an underground bunker. No windows, concrete outer walls, and a door that needed a key even to unlock it from the inside. Cameras were all over the main room, kitchen, and bedroom; Charlie liked to be able to watch her when he was gone. He even liked to make her watch the things he did to her. It turned him on.

When he first brought her there, it wasn't so bad. He got mad if she cried, teased her, but she felt she deserved it. It wasn't until she asked to leave that he first struck her. She tried to stand up for herself, and he beat her so badly that she could do nothing but lay there as he raped her.

Then she tried to escape. She had no knowledge of the cameras hidden, or that Charlie watched them in his tablet when he was on stakeouts. She was using a knife trying to pry the lock on the door off when he burst in. His eyes and menacing smile on his anger laced face told her that he knew everything she had been doing. He beat her again. Before leaving, he put handcuffs on her wrists and ankles and chained her, spread eagled and naked, to the four bed posts.

He didn't come back for two days.

Quinn leaned back on the bathroom wall, but quickly pulled away as she felt the sharp stinging on her back. Hours earlier, he thought it would be fun to use a whip while he fucked her. He wasn't gentle, but then, he never was.

She was utterly and completely his prisoner. She had noone to blame but herself. She was the one who threw everything away. She was a stupid girl.

Why am I even alive?

Quinn felt the tears coming rapidly, and she put her head in her hands and sobbed, grateful that Charlie wasn't around to hear her. He beat her harder if she cried out.

Why can't I be dead?

Huck stretched his arms over his head as he walked back up the driveway. He always walked Javi out to the bus now that school had started again, and Kim was always in court in the mornings. He picked up the newspaper from the driveway, and glanced at the headlines as he came inside. Ever since he got the voicemail from Liv explaining that she came back and begging hi, to come back to work, things seemed less chaotic in the political world. When Liv left, everything seemed to fall apart. She probably realized how stupid her plan was, Huck thought.

But Huck hadn't come back. He disabled his phone, shut off his email, and cut off contact from everyone but Kim and Javi.

Kim had taken hours to get over the shock that he was even alive. Then it took him most of the night to explain what had happened to him, and why he hadn't tried to find her after he was free from B613. Three months passed, and things were finally starting to look like a normal family. Huck had never thought he would enjoy this life, this regular life, as much as he did. But, it felt hollow, like he was playing someone else's role until they could come fill it again. The daily routine calmed him, but he still felt adrift. Even the sex with Kim felt forced, but she hadn't wanted to try lately. Ever since he whispered Quinn's name instead of hers...

No, I'm not going to think about her.

Javi didn't take any time at all to accept Huck, but then again, Javi loved everyone. He already said he wanted to work for charities when he grew up.

Huck still felt as though he was faltering. He didn't fit in this life, but it brought him comfort. Kim didn't ask him to get a job, in fact she even asked him to stay home as much as he could for Javi, because she often worked late.

But Huck knew she still felt uneasy at times. There was nothing he could do about that.

Today, he felt off. A sense of foreboding, perhaps.

Two hours after the uneasy feeling crept in, the doorbell rang. Huck wasn't worried even though almost noone rang their doorbell. He always had at least one gun on him, tucked into his boot.

Some things never changed.

He opened the door and found himself shocked for the first time in a long time.

"Liv." He said, taking in her worried expression.

"Huck," she breathed.

"What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you, Huck."

"Well here I am."

"Huck, please. We need you."

Huck shook his head. "I don't do that anymore,"

"No, Huck, you don't understand. We need you. Please at least let me explain." He hadn't seen Olivia this unnerved since President Fitz had gotten shot. He stepped aside, waving his hand toward the sitting room.

Olivia sat down on the armchair across from Huck, who perched on the couch. "We have a serious problem, Huck. Cytron."

"I thought we already dealt with Cytron."

Olivia shook her head. "Not well enough. But this time it's big. Someone high up in the chain knows about the Cytron explosion, and Defiance. We have been working for weeks and still have no idea who it is. We need your help, we need your skills, noone is as good with computers as you." Olivia bit her lip.

"That's not all, Liv. What else?"

Olivia hesitated, and then sighed. "Huck...we got a contact from whoever this person is, with a message. He was masked, in my apartment when I got home from the office, I couldn't identify him. He said he worked for Defiant Duke, whoever that is, and that "we have one of your own, and you can either stop perusing this or we kill our little pet and pin it on you. You will never be able to outsmart us. Stop, or she dies."

Huck shrugged. "I don't know what I can do."

"Huck, have you seen Quinn? Gotten a call? A text? Anything?"

"No. I told her I didn't want to talk to her again. What does Quinn have to do with anything? You let her back in at OPA. I don't care.

"No, Huck..." Liv bit her lip again. "We haven't seen or heard from her either. She is the only one missing."

Huck looked up from his hands and into Olivia's eyes. He didn't want to her her next words.

"Huck, I think Quinn is the hostage."

A/N: Thank you for reading! I plan on many more chapters, so don't expect a quick ending. I want to try to stay as close to the true voice of the characters as possible, while still being creative with them. I hope I have accomplished that.

Please comment and let me know your thoughts! I would love to know how my first chapter went for you!