WRITTEN BY: Shell
TITLE: Don't Think... Just Feel
DISCLAIMER: I do not own any of the OTH characters... too bad Mark does...
SCENARIO: Peyton was abducted 2 months ago. What will happen when she tries to escape from their grasp? And what will happen when she tries to get back to reality and finds it's not as easy as she thought? Will Lucas be there to save her and bring her back?
AUTHORS NOTE: Hey guys! This is a new fic of mine that I almost didn't write! I have 2 that I'm still writing and I didn't want another to add to the list. But this plot has been on my mind for weeks now and I couldn't help but want to write it! It's a pretty dark plot at first! I really don't know what possessed me to write it other than the fact that I saw it on the news the other day and made it into a fic! This fic is going to be all about Peyton and what she's going through! It will be told through her eyes, which is something I haven't ever done so bare with me until I get the hang of it! I will of course have Leyton in it, it's just going to be a while! The other cast members will be in it as well but not as frequent. Although things do change! So without further adu... here is Don't Think... Just Feel! You may not understand the title until later on but when it comes to that you will understand why I chose that title.
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Why? Was all I could ask myself as I looked around this room I had been caged in a long time ago. I don't really know how long I've been here but to me it seems like years. I tried keeping track but it never seemed to work. I spent all the time I could sleeping and trying to find a way to escape only to find there was no way out. It didn't matter to them what I was going through or what they were doing to me. The only thing they seemed to care about was the satisfaction they got from hurting me.
Ever since I had been here they had done nothing but rape and abuse me. Every time I hear that dreaded car pull up I completely panic and automatically start crying. I'm not sure why I cry b/c it's not like my tears are going to help me get out of this. I guess it makes me feel better. It usually takes them about 20 minutes before they finally make it to the room I'm in. Sometimes there's more with them but most of the time it's just the 2 of them.
One of them was much taller and way bigger than the other. He had dark brown, almost black, curly hair. He had extremely dark eyes as well. He was pretty pale and had a scar right next to his right eye. He stood around 6 feet tall. I didn't know his name all I knew was that his friend always called him "Bucky".
His friend was much smaller than he was. He was the exact opposite of him. He had light hair and light eyes. He was very tan and he to had a scar on his face, only his was right on his jaw line. He stood about 5'9 tops. He friend always called him "Snapper".
Snapper was the nicer of the 2. Whenever Bucky would beat me he would always try and get him to stop. He never really wanted to hurt me. I could tell it in his eyes. But who was he to object. If he did Bucky would probably kill him. But that didn't make it right to do what he was doing.
Bucky was always the first one to walk in. He would come in with this horrible grin on his face and when he did I knew what was going to happen.
The first thing he would do was scream at me to take the 2 articles of clothing I had on, which was the t-shirt I was wearing when the kidnaped me and the underwear I had on. I was always to stubborn to comply and that's when he would beat me. He would always slap be right across my face and say it again. By this time I would be crying and holding on to my face. I would look at him with such hurt and sadness and beg for him to just let me go. Sometimes I think this is what made it so bad for me. It's like a game to him. The more I ask him to stop the rougher he is. It got to the point where I gave up fighting. I couldn't take it anymore. I knew I wasn't going to be able to just leave and get away from this so why put myself through the beating. The rape was enough.
He would go first and then he would make his friend go next. Sometimes he would say no and that they shouldn't be doing this, but Bucky would always come up with some reason as to why they had to do this. Most of the time he said it was b/c I had been asking for it. I never really understood this b/c I didn't do anything to deserve this.
I was a normal highschool girl. I was a cheerleader and I had a lot of friends and the best boyfriend I could have asked for. So why did I deserve this? Why was I the one picked for this torture. Was it b/c I was doing something they didn't like? Were they watching me and just waiting for there chance to get to me? I don't know. I tried for the longest time to figure it out, but what's the use. I'll never know.
Most of the time when they weren't there I would sit there and wonder why I hadn't been found. Was no one looking for me? I would always shake that thought from my mind by saying "I know that someone out there loves me enough to look for me... I just know it". I guess I was just trying to comfort myself b/c here I was... still sitting in this room.
When they would leave I would cry myself to sleep. It was my way of dealing with what was happening to me. I guess you could say I had pity for myself. Pity for being the one stuck here going through this hell. Sometimes I would scream to make the pain go away but it never worked. There was nothing that could take this pain away. Nothing.
Bucky and Snapper leave everyday around dark. They seemed to be on some sort of schedule. They leave in the morning right as the sun is coming up and return in late afternoon. They would come abuse me and then leave again at dark. This was an everyday thing. I studied there patterns and was using them to my advantage. If I was going to get out of here... I was going to have to do it by myself.
So for days I sat in this room contemplating what to do. The only problem I had was that they always made sure to lock the door before they left. Somehow I had to find a way to get them to forget about it. But how. The only thing I could think of was to agree with everything they wanted to do. To distract them from what they were doing. Throw them something different that they weren't expecting.
Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew it more than likely wouldn't work, but what else did I have to go on. Nothing. Right now... I was willing to do anything to get out. So I decided that tomorrow would be the day I would do it. I would try my best to distract them from there normal routine and make them forget what they were doing.
It was either make them forget to leave the door unlocked or get them to open the window. I couldn't exactly reach the window b/c It was about a foot higher than I was. These were my tickets out of here. I wasn't sure how I would even get out of that window even if they did open it but I had to try.
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OK! So there is the first chapter! I was trying to introduce what was happening to Peyton. I think I pretty much got my point across. The next chapter is Peyton's plan of action so to speak. I have that one ready and I am typing it up as soon as this is posted! I have never had to deal with this type of situation so I don't exactly know what would be going through someone's mind if they did but I'm trying more along the lines of putting myself in her shoes... What would I do if I had been kidnaped and not found. I would try and fight my way out. So if it's not exactly what you think would have happened then let me know and I'll see if I can change it up a bit!
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