Author's Note: I Don't own any of the characters.
Chapter 2: C'mon Lightening Girl.
Rob's POV
Oh God, the pain that's tearing down my right half is so intense. Sure, I've felt pain before, but never like this. I remember hanging up the phone with Jess, and then waking up here. Everything in-between is fuzzy. It's almost like strobe lights – everything feels like pictures, and you can't tell reality from imagination. The room I'm trapped in is so small, and dingy. It's just got a bed and a door with a slot. It's almost like a prison cell. I wonder where the hell I am, and who did this to me? I hope Jess' abilities work, at least until she can dream about where I am. Just as I begin to scream help, the door opens. In the light, I see this man, about 6'5, average build, wearing a ski mask. What an original abductor, right? He says in a familiar voice "Rob, you like this place. It's similar to the first place I met your sister."
Oh, shit. I recognize the voice immediately. " Randall Whitehead. You fucker. I see you got out of jail."
He responds by punching me and saying " Yeah, I'm out for the two weeks before the trial, the one your sister's testifying against me at. All this is because of your girlfriend you know? If she had butted her nose out of things, I wouldn't be the family letdown."
I answer " Randall you only ever were a letdown. You've done nothing but rape teenagers. "
He punches me again, this shot knocking me unconscious. I see his shadow, then everything goes black. I couldn't put up a fight, every limb felt so weak, and unable to move.
Randall's POV
That bastard! I can't wait to beat his ass. He still hasn't realized that his water was drugged. Maybe, if I tell Hannah I have her brother, she won't testify. I just have to bribe the other 8 girls; maybe I'll attack their brothers or boyfriends – something, anything that will make things better. I've got to make plans, so the prosecution's case falls apart, and I can't be convicted.