A/N: This originally started out as a one shot I was doing for Maria, but halfway through I got a plot and it's now a story. YAY! This really isn't going to be a happy-go-lucky-whisk-me-out-of-this-hell romance story. Far from it actually. If you don't like scenes of sexual, physical, and emotional abuse, then I suggest you hit the back button and pretend this doesn't exist. So, uh, yeah, here it is. I hope you enjoy. Since, Maria gave me the name of the OC, she owns her. :). Review!
She hurriedly turned into a dark alleyway and pressed herself against the brick wall. Her eyes drifted shut as her chest heavily rose and fell. After running for blocks on end, she needed to calm herself down. She couldn't allow herself to be found. Especially, after managing to lose them.
"I think she went down this way."
Annabelle's eyes snapped open in fear. Feeling a new panic building up in her chest, she shut her mouth and let out small low gasps of breath.
"Give it up, Ambrose. We lost her."
"NO!"
She slightly jumped at the growl of his voice. It didn't help that emptiness of the street sent his voice echoing all around her, causing her ears to ring.
"They'll understand that we lost her. We can't exactly snag every pretty girl and take them with us."
Whoever was speaking now was making her feel a lot better. He made it sound as if they were giving up on her and planning on moving onto the next poor innocent sap.
"No, Rollins!" She heard him growl again. "She was perfect. Do you know how much she would rake in? Did it manage to escape your attention that if we get someone like her we get a raise?"
"I swear they let you break in the new girls a couple of times and you get addicted."
Her eyes darted around the dark alleyway, searching for an escape. She could hear their footsteps as they angrily pounded through the city streets. Their voices travelled over to her, telling her that they were getting closer. There had to be a way out of the alley without them seeing her.
"Fuck." She mouthed to herself.
There was no way out. Leave it to Annabelle to find her way into a dead end. If she could have, she would have pounded her head against the wall for her own stupidity. Why hadn't she ran a little more? Why had she stopped to even talk to him in the first place? She should have known that someone who looked like him would have been dangerous. Did she trust her instincts? No. She allowed herself to become beguiled by his blue eyes.
"I'm not giving up on her guys." She could hear him say. "I refuse to say we lost her. We didn't. She couldn't have gotten that far. Especially, in those ridiculous heels she was wearing. The bitch is somewhere around here. I can feel it."
"She did lose one of her heels about three blocks back. The girl can run just fine in them."
"Shut your face, Rollins."
The brunette risked peeking around the corner to see, who she assumed was Dean, in the other guy's face. From where she was standing, she could see that his shoulders were tensed up and that he was not too amused by his comment.
"If she can do that in heels, imagine what else she can do." He growled. "She's perfect. We need to find her."
That feeling of dread she had earlier on, returned. With the way this Dean guy was talking, she was almost sure they would be able to find her and drag her off to God knows where. Who knows what they would do to her once she was at their mercy? The sudden images that flashed before her made her shudder in fear. They could rape, strangle, or cut her. Her body would be chopped into little pieces and strewn around the greater New York area.
"You can go searching for her. I give up."
This voice sounded like he could care less. She imagined it to be that guy with the long black hair. He seemed like he didn't give a shit about her or anything else, seeing as how he didn't seem to speak much in the last five minutes.
"You guys are useless!"
"And you're fucking mental."
Biting down on her tongue, she risked another peek at them. Dean was pacing, his hands flailing here and there. Curses of frustration and annoyance flew out of his mouth, causing her to blush. Meanwhile, the other two seemed to not give a damn about this anymore. They were done with her and moving onto the next girl.
"I better get out of here." She muttered to herself.
For the third time she glanced around the alley. Metal trashcans were to her left and just across the way was a huge dumpster. Garbage was strewn here and there, some of it sopping wet from the downpour earlier on. The sudden stench of the area hit her as she carefully walked through it. There had to be some way out, there just had to be.
A sudden movement invaded the corner of his eyes, causing his head to snap to the side. Leaning back a bit, he peered into the dark alleyway and squinted his eyes, trying to make out just what it was that was traveling through there. Pursing his lips, he nodded his head; it was her. Turning back to his friends, he smirked at them and jerked his head towards the alley.
"I think I know where she is."
Seth and Roman looked into the alley and then at each other. Neither one of them had seen anything. The alley was completely void of people. Looking away from each other, they each shot Dean a worried glance.
"There's another bar down the street." Seth threw his arm around his shoulder. "We'll get some more drinks and lure another girl out with us. Forget about her."
"We'll find someone ten times hotter." Roman piped up, falling into step with them. "That bitch wasn't worth it."
Dean shrugged Seth's arm off his shoulder and stopped walking. Cracking his knuckles, he turned back to look into the alley and thought he saw movement again. She was there, he could feel it. Turning back to look at his friends, he shook his head.
"You guys go without me." Dean spoke slowly. "I'm going to see what's going on over there."
"Dean, come on.."
"Leave it, Seth." Roman interrupted him. "He'll drop it when he sees it's nothing. Let's go."
He glared at them. "I'll text you when I find the fucking bitch."
Dean watched as they shook their heads and then turned to walk away. Good riddance, he thought as they walked further away from him. It seemed that they weighed him down during this chase. He would do this without them and tame the little bitch until she knew this was the life she deserved.
Her hands gripped the sides of the metal trashcans she was hiding behind. After hearing that he had seen her, she had no choice but duck behind them and hope for the best. Biting down on her lower lip, she fought hard to bite back the sudden scream she felt bubbling inside of her.
"Annabelle, Annabelle." Dean sang her name. "Annabelle, you slutty little bitch. Come out, come out wherever you are. I'm not here to hurt you. I'm here to make you feel better, to show you a better life."
She fought back to urge to snort. That was why he tried to force her into a van and take her to God only knows where. That was why she had to make a run for it and have them chase her through the streets.
"This chase, I'll admit was fun in the beginning. It was a real fucking turn on." He growled lowly. "Playing hard to get. It's sexy. But now it's just plain old fucking annoying, Annabelle. You need a new game."
Her brown eyes darted around her, trying to find something, anything, that was sharp. This guy was a complete lunatic and she needed a way to escape this nightmare.
"I know you're hiding out over here." Dean growled, kicking one of the trashcans. "I fucking saw you."
Her grip on the trashcan came loose and jolted from the impact of his kick. Swallowing hard, she fought back her tears and prayed for this to end. All she wanted to do was run to the police and get help.
His tongue ran over his lower lip as he stood in front of the trashcans. How stupid could she be? He towered over them and could see her perfectly fine. Biting back his laughter, he walked around the trashcans and grabbed her by the arm.
"Did you really fucking think you can outrun me?" He growled, throwing her against the wall. His muscular body pinned her tiny frame to the brick wall. "I'll admit you did get a good start and did pretty good in those heels. But your fucking mistake was hiding out here and thinking I wouldn't find you."
"Let me go." Annabelle tried to fight against him. "Please, I won't tell anyone. Just let me go."
"Does it look like I was fucking born yesterday?" He growled. "You expect me to believe you won't fucking run to the police and tell them what I did?"
"I swear I won't." She cried.
"Crying won't help your case." He growled into her ear. "It just makes me want you more."
"Please, just..."
One of his hands gripped her face, squeezing tightly, he stared directly into her eyes. "One more fucking word and I'll kill you where you stand."
Noting the skepticism in her eyes, he reached around into his back pocket and pulled something out. Holding it inches away from her face, he pushed the lever up, revealing a rusty and bloody switchblade. Running the flat surface along the side of her face, he let out a maniacal laugh.
"Didn't believe me, huh?" Dean asked, tilting his head to the side. "After the night you've had me with, I'd think you'd take every word that I speak seriously."
Annabelle shut her eyes, trying to ignore the feeling of the blade running alongside her face. Her stomach gurgled at the thought of whose blood that was and just how long it had been on there. Inhaling deeply, she slowly exhaled and then opened her eyes.
"Do everything I say." Dean snapped his head back and pulled away from her. "If you so much as try to runaway from me again, I'll fucking track you down and kill you."
She nodded her head.
"Good girl." He tightly gripped her wrist and pulled her out of the alley. "Keep up this attitude and things will be better in no time."
Words seemed to escape her attention as she willingly allowed him to lead her away.
"I got her." He smiled into the phone. "Meet us at the van. I get her first."
His words put a chill in her heart that she would never forget. Blinking back her tears, she moved forward with him, trying hard not accept her new fate.
A/N: Maria, this one shot turned into a story. Good or bad?