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A/N sorry for the long wait and I wish I could promise the next chapter in a hurry, but I doubt it will. It is an emotional rollercoaster to write and it takes a lot to be in the right mood. Alas I shall try to have it chapter three out faster though. Thanks to Gonzo for the beta job all mistakes are most likely mine.
Silent Agony Ch. 2
I can see the wound on her stomach scabbing over. It didn't go too deep, but it still hurt her. "Why are you protecting me?" I just let the words slip out of my mouth.
Kim's look pains me. "What else am I going to do? You couldn't take this" I want to be outraged by her words. I just never get the time to retaliate as she falls asleep. So I sit up and ponder her words, she is serious. Since when do I need a protector?
"Knock knock, ladies." I hear my thoughts scream out. I want to know what is with this guy. Why did he take us?
"What do you want with us?" My voice is harsh from lack of water.
"I told you. After I break you, I'm going to sell you. And since your friend here decided not to share in the lesson, you get to watch everything I'm going to do to you as I do it to her. When she breaks, and she will, I'm going to enjoy the look on your face when she begs for me to play with you. When she begs to help me do it I just might get to watch you break that much faster." I can see the way he smiled at us. It was similar to the way one of my sister's old boyfriends would look at me.
"What is wrong with you?" I want to say more. I just can't seem to touch on the right words.
"Depends on who you ask, anyone in my circle of friends will tell you there is nothing wrong. I'm strong and you are weak, hence you being my guests." I feel myself shiver at his use of logic. He thinks he is completely sane and I wonder just how far off the road he has driven. "Now I have a little gift for your friend here." He kicks Kim awake in her stomach. "Wakey wakey. I have a gift for you." Kim fights him off for a second till he kicks her again. "Come now it will only hurt a little bit, I promise. Of course, if you rather I start with her..." He walks toward me and I freeze. I think I even stop breathing.
"Fine, leave her alone." Kim stares at him as she rises to a knee. She looks at me quickly, silently telling me she was going to play his game to protect me. Than he laughs while he leaves the room, I look around finally noticing I've crawled into a corner. He comes back in with a metal pole, or that's what I think it is at first. He tells Kim to get on her hands and knees and not to move. He places an end of the pole on the back of her left hand. Her screams are so loud I think I piss myself from the sound, but to be honest I'm too afraid to check or care. Than he pulls it upward and I see what it is. My dad used to watch westerns when I was a little kid. It was a branding iron. He just laughs and spits out comments like, 'You have such a nice voice, you should sing more often.' He just left the room for a second and came back with another iron. Kim lay curled up in a ball as he walks back to her. I watch as he whispers something into her ear which makes her get back on her hands and knees. The second sets of screams I think are going to haunt me my whole life. I thought she would break right there, I would have. Instead she kept protecting me. He started to say something. "Since you made it through the pain, lets give you a little pleasure." And he h… He had this way of making the corny sound menacing. He kept up the silly banter the whole time he fu... he fuc... I don't even know if she knew what was happening. She was still screaming form the burns on her hands.
Bonnie watched as the woman in front of her shut off the recorder. "Its okay Bonnie that's good for today. I think is the best you've done on your own with out Kim here. Speaking of Kim, where is out little redhead?"
"I don't know Ann. She cut gym. Ron and her disappeared. I'm worried about her. What if someone got them? What if-" The tan brunette would have kept going except her therapist gripped her in to a hug to calm her down.
"I'm sure Kim is fine. Don't worry about it." Ann slipped out of her hug with Bonnie.
"But she wasn't there to walk me home today. I freaked out and called my mother to get me. Walking home alone freaked me out." She started to breath a little to fast.
"Its okay Bonnie, you went through a lot." Ann sat back and started to steer the conversation away. "So have you made any more progress on your goals?"
Bonnie started to calm and take deeper breaths. "Yeah, I actually made it to see Tara run the squad around a little. It's so cool to see her come out a little since Kim and I left the team. I still haven't told her why we quit though." Bonnie could feel the shame coming back on.
"It's okay. It will get better with time." Ann pulled out a small tablet and wrote down a few things.
"The uniforms still make me feel a little sick. I guess that is a step up from puking on sight though, right?" Bonnie tried to pass it off with a small smile.
"Well it's good to see you moving forward a little Bonnie, but time is up so why don't we start here on Monday and hopefully Kim will join us in our conversation." Ann set her notebook down and stood up.
"You know she still hasn't spoken to anybody in a month and a half. Do you think you can help her?"
"Well, I can hope. Before she clammed up, we were almost started on her anger issues." She stopped for a second.
"Ann, do you think she hates me?" Bonnie was still laid down as she spoke, not bothering to really acknowledge she had spoken.
"Why do you ask Bonnie? Has Kim done anything lately to suggest that she does?"
"It was my fault we left the gym so much later than everyone else. We had gotten in to a fight again. How can she not blame me for everything?" She finally sat up and stared at Ann.
"No I don't think Kim hates you. I don't think Kim was built to walk around with hate like that just bottled up inside her. She needs to release it and we all have seen that she basically releases it as soon as she gets it if she can." Ann stopped talking and went over to wrap her arm around Bonnie "Don't worry about it. I'm positive that it isn't a problem that you have. Now come on, I'm sure your mother is outside waiting for you, I'll walk you to her car."
After a shaky car ride with her mother commanding her to get better instantly, Bonnie just sat on her bed watching the stars. The sun had set two hours before and she didn't mind the quiet her room gave her over the badgering her mother was laying on her in private. She found that after being locked in a basement for over a month, she stared at the sky more. It calmed her almost as much as her protector's presence She didn't know when Kim had become her own personal guardian in her mind, but didn't give it to much thought. She finally looked around her room and stared at her clock. Time had gone by faster than she expected it to, which forced the issue of her needing sleep. The idea of sleep on her own brought Kim back to her thoughts and wondering where she had gone earlier.
Bonnie was about asleep when a creak from her window brought her back to her senses. She didn't move afraid that if she did what ever it was would notice her. She knew that panic would get her nowhere, Kim had told her so. Hell, she had heard that from at least thirty people over her life. She was controlling her breathing well until a hand grabbed her. She tensed to the point of causing muscle cramp. Bonnie felt her self get ready to bolt out of her bed when she heard it. "Shhuu" She can feel the blown breath on the back of her neck.
Bonnie turned at the voice and wrapped her arms around the red head directly in her face. "Where were you? You and Ron just left. I mean, do you have any idea at how worried I was? What if! What if somebody grabbed you again?" Bonnie's breathing picked up. Kim just grabbed the younger woman and brought her closer to her chest.
"shh."
Bonnie slowly brought her breathing back to normal. "I'm hyperventilating again. I just got worried and... and..." Kim just held the brunette closer. "Why can't I seem to get a hold of myself? Ever since school started I thought I could handle it. I mean, I use to rule that school. And now every fucking shadow makes me jump. I think I'm going mad. Than Tara keeps asking me what's wrong, why I quit. What do I tell her? I mean, I don't want her to look at me with pity." She stopped talking, feeling ashamed at her rambling. "Will this fear go away?" she mumble to herself as she buried herself deeper into Kim's chest. The emotional drain catching up to her as she felt the calming effect take down her small barriers. As always, like the nights of the past four months, Kim just wrapped her arms tighter and watched the brunette. Bonnie let out a sigh of contentment as sleep took her. In the state of semi-consciousness she would swear she heard Kim say, "Don't worry. Even if it never goes away I'll be here to protect you." With the voice she had been missing for over a month in her mind, Bonnie drifted to sleep with a small smile on her face.
The daylight brought Bonnie awake to usual sight of her room being occupied by only herself. She knew that Kim had to leave at night so her own parents didn't worry. She never knew when Kim left, but it had to happed about six thirty. It was okay. She got up about that time anyway. She only slept restfully when Kim's presence could be felt. Luckily, Kim usually was at her house about eleven forty five or midnight.
Bonnie got out of her bed and turned the lamp on her nightstand off. Kim left it on for her when she left so Bonnie never woke up in the dark. The brunette let it slide as a quirk Kim had pick up over the last four months. She slowly wandered over to her bathroom. She peeled off her pajama bottoms and placed them in the hamper behind the door. She turned on her shower and waited for the water to reach a temperature. As she stepped in, she was reluctant to wash until the hot water relaxed her enough to gently lay the loofah on her body. All in all, it took her close to thirty minutes to get to the point where she was ready to get dressed. She knew she was taking too long to get ready. A knock on her door reminded her why she was doing it. Come on Bonnie. You better be up. I swear I don't see how Mom and Dad put up with such laziness from you."
Bonnie let the comments slide down her door not even trying to distinguish which sister was speaking to her. She just waited ten minutes before leaving her room. Either sister would be gone or leaving the house to start their days. Upon entering the kitchen, she saw that it was not going to be a good day. Sitting at the island was her sister Connie. Bonnie tried her best to ignore her sister and continue on with her daily routine.
Bonnie reached into the refrigerator for a container of Orange juice when a hand gripped her shoulder Not even thinking Bonnie swung out hitting the person who grabbed her in the face with the carton. A gasp followed by a "what the fuck?" disturbed the silence in the room. Bonnie looked down at the person on the floor and just let the Orange juice drop to the floor.
Bonnie started to back away as she realized that the figure on the floor was her sister. She watched her sister get up and felt herself bump into a counter. She looked down at her sister in fear. While Connie was hardly ever the physically abusive one of her sisters, she did have her moments. Yet she couldn't place the look on her sister's face. It was ether a look of terror or a look of shock and disgust at being hit. So she just stood there unable to move as her sister got up.
Connie got off the floor. She was pissed at her sister. She rubbed her right hand on the spot where Bonnie had smashed the jug in her face. Her hand felt sticky, so she quickly looked at it hoping it wasn't covered in blood. Her wand was not red, but rather a pale coating of orange juice. After rubbing her hands together, she looked at the floor and noticed the orange juice carton had busted open from the blow and leaked out onto the floor. That was when she realized her khakis were soaked from where she had been laying on the linoleum. She would have to take a shower and redress all because her sister freaked out. Connie then director her gaze at her sixteen year old sister. She was going to make the little bitch pay.
All of Connie's anger subsided instantly. In front of hr pressed up against the counter was Bonnie terrified. She had a stream of tears rolling off of her checks. She wasn't making a sound and had a slight twitch going through her body. She slowly walked over to her younger sister with caution. She watched Bonnie's eyes dart back and forth so fast the girl had to be making herself dizzy. She reached to clam her only to have her ears burned with a scream. "DON'T TOUCH ME!" Bonnie was now on the floor, her arms covering her head.
"Bonnie, I'm not going to hurt you. Come on sis, lets get you off the floor." The words sounded even foreign to herself. Still, Connie pushed on and helped her sister to her feet. The whole time she felt her sister shake at her touch. Connie didn't have a clue as to what was wrong with her. In fact, since she came back from her vacation after school, now that she thought about it, this was the most she had seen her.
Connie lead Bonnie to the couch in the family room. She slipped her pants off so the orange juice didn't soak into the cushion. "Bonnie, what's wrong?" She asked after her sister finally stopped crying.
Bonnie just looked at her sister. Connie had never been considerate. To tell the truth, this was something she had been fighting for all her life. Her sisters to care for her. She was just sitting there snuggled into the couch corner. She watched her sister strip off her pants before sitting down next to her. She heard her ask her what was wrong. Bonnie just didn't know what to tell her. She knew her mother would have a fit if it got out any farther even to her sisters. "I'm fine Connie." Even her voice betrayed her.
Connie looked at her sister like she had skipped two and went straight for growing head number three. "You going to try and throw that past me again. I'm not stupid. What's wrong?"
"I can't tell you." Bonnie sunk even further in the cushion. "Look, I need to go to school." Bonnie tried to get up, but her sister blocked the attempt.
"Sit down. I don't care if you need to go. I can't let you out of the house ready to break down at a moment's notice." Bonnie just sat back down. She stared at her sister. "Now if you don't want to talk that's fine. I just need to call your school to get you excused. " Connie got up and grabbed her dirty pants. "Do you need anything?"
Bonnie glanced back up at her sister. Trying to avoid the feeling in her stomach that the other shoe would drop. "I need the phone. I have to get a hold of Kim." She stopped talking when she realized she said Kim's name out loud. Looking at her sister again, she remembered that she didn't know who Kim was, so probably thought it was a friend. Bonnie felt the breath she had been holding escape.
Kim stared at her room. Her door was open and her Room in shambles. She just stared at the day's worth of work that had been trashed in what seemed to be minutes. Kim just sat down on her bed wondering what kind of trouble she would be in for her stunt the night before. If hr room was any indication, it wasn't going to be good.
Kim cleaned up enough to find some clean clothes and headed to the bathroom to shower. She let the water run for a second before jumping in and letting the water flow across her. She had just started to lather up when the bathroom door sounded as if it was going to be beaten in. "Kimberly Ann Possible! Get out here this instant!" Her mother's voice screamed at her. Not wanting to have her last thread of privacy taken away, Kim quickly wrapped a towel around herself and saved the bathroom door from caving in. Standing there with soap still on her arms and the shower still running, she waited for the dressing down to start. She could see her appearance startled her mother. Well, it had been startling her mother for some time now. "Finish up and come downstairs. We need to talk."
Kim slammed the door in her mother's face. She unwrapped the towel and threw it at the mirror before getting back in the shower. She finished up in ten minutes and stepped out trying to let her anger subside before getting dressed. Staring at herself in the mirror, she let the water drip out of her hair. Quickly running a towel over her body, she got enough moisture off to get dressed before her mother came back thinking she was stalling.
Walking out the bathroom, she pulled he gloves on. Kim saw her brothers coming up the stairs. They looked at her and hurried past. Kim didn't even look back at them since it was something they had been doing since her parents had decided to tell them in a censored version what had happened to her. They had been avoiding her with their eyes full of fear ever since. Mainly due to the fact the decided they were old enough to know the whole truth and hacked the police database. She had been told Tim threw up for hours after seeing the crime scene photos.
"Kim, is that you?" Kim stepped down the last couple of steps allowing that to announce her presence. "Did your brothers go to their room like I told them?" Kim just nodded as she sat down. Across from her, her mother just stared at her and took a sip of the coffee in front of her. "Now, do you want to tell me where you went yesterday?" Kim got up and went to the cupboards pulling out a bowl and a box of Trix. Pouring the cereal, she placed the box back in the cupboard the whole time ignoring the glare her mother was giving her. She poured the milk and sat back down.
"I take it even after something as serious as running off to lord knows were and you're still not going to talk." Kim watched her mother get up and pour herself another cup. "Is it so wrong to be worried about you after what happened?" Kim felt a small pool of guilt form in her by the comment. She lowered her face while she continued to eat. "We're sorry that you feel the way you do, its just... It's just after all that happened can you blame us for wanting you safe?"
Anne Possible raised her daughter's head and looked in her eyes. "We just don't want you hurt. That's why we made you stop all your activities for a while." Anne watched as the guilt in their daughter's eyes dried up.
Kim pulled herself away and left the kitchen in a huff. She could tell where the conversation was going to go. Her mother was going to go off on how they had pulled her from everything to keep her safe. How unless she snuck off, she wasn't allowed out of the house after school. She understood it all. Still, freedom made the guilt not hurt nearly as much. She made it back to her room and looked at the mess closer that she had an hour ago. She gathered up her books for the day's classes and headed down to the front doors when her mother called her back into the house.
Kim walked back in and was thrown the phone. She looked at her mother waiting for more of a response than a thrown phone. After a few seconds of not speaking her mother threw her hands up in defeat and left the room. Kim flipped the device over and pressed one to signify she was there. "Kim, wow this is weird. I didn't think Bonnie was telling the truth about you not talking." Kim pulled the phone closer. "Anyway, Bonnie told me to call you and to say she's not going to school today. She had a minor breakdown this morning " Kim let the phone go and ran out the house.
The redhead looked backwards to see if her parents were following her. It seemed her sudden sprint out the front door had gone unnoticed. She was grateful for the small blessing. She only had to figure out now how to get across town as fast as she could. She reached down and touched her shoes activating their rocket capabilities. Silently, she let out a small prayer to whichever deity that may be paying attention that she didn't get stopped by the cops again.
Kim stood at the door of the large house in front of her. The whole time slamming her fist on the door. She kept it up for a little over a minute before the door swung open reveling Connie covered only in a button up shirt and panties. The sight of the older woman for some reason just pissed Kim off and she snapped.
Connie tried to get the words out of her mouth to scream at the asshole beating the shit out of her door. She even forgot when she opened the door she had taken her pants off not twenty minutes ago. All she could realize at the moment was that two very piercing green eyes glaring at her. They seemed to be discovering the easiest ways to kill her that would leave the largest mess.
It wasn't long before she realized that she was being held harshly against the coat closet in the entry hall. She couldn't tell if her vision was beginning to get fuzzy from concentrating too hard or the red head in front of her had smashed her head into the wall. She couldn't figure out how the little girl in front of her could have the strength to still be holding her. Maybe, yes maybe she thought that this would be more intimidating if her attacker would say something. Instead, she looked like she was simply going to kill her.
"Kim, Kim put her down. She didn't do anything." Connie watched her previously unstable sister pull the red head off of her. She fell with a slight bounce only to see her younger sister crying in the open arms of her would be attacker And suddenly she felt the pain in the back of her head from when she was slammed in to the wall. That and looking at her distraught sister she wondered if maybe her headache wasn't going to get worse.
Betty Director kicked the cover of a cpu. They had run scenarios earlier on how Team Possible would react to the mission she had given them. But they, or should she say 'intelligence', had not bothered to keep up-to-date. She looked around the lair in disgust. How could they miss her being kidnapped for seven weeks and still say with certainty that Possible would take part in the kidnapping in ninety percent of the tests.
Instead, they tipped Shego off even more on how desperately they wanted the disc she stole that they were hiring out. At the moment, she could scream in the abandoned lair. She would set Du on the case and maybe he would blunder his way through it, after his last one. She kicked the cpu husk again and left the crime site to the other teams. As much as she would like Shego back under her control like her brothers, she could, in the end, just kill the pale green bitch.
End Note: I hope you all enjoyed this chapter and are looking forward to the next. Leave your thoughts laying around if you want. A review is nice, but not necessary. Later everyone.
