A/N: Ok since all of you have given such great first reviews, (which I'm actually surprised the first chapter went as well as it did) I made sure to finish the second chapter for ya'll today, so enjoy and don't forget to review!

~ApPeAl2rEaSoN

Chapter 2:

C POV

"Hey, what do you think you're doing? I told you my father's a lawyer and when he finds out what you're doing to me you will be going to jail for the rest of your life!" I spat at the extremely large, disgusting man who was carrying me down stairs. Not being impressed by my threats I decided to start putting up a fight. Kicking and flailing around in his grasp pounding my hands against his back. Him obviously fed up with me threw me to the ground, and began to tie me up. "Did you not hear me?" I spat. "I order you to let me go this INSTANT!" And before I could think I received a huge slap across the face. "Ow," I cried. "How dare you! DO you even know who I am?"

"Ya," he replied in a pissy tone. "The spoiled bitch of a lawyer. I'm shaking," he joked tightening the rope around my wrists. "Now shut your damn trap."

"And if I refuse?" I questioned refusing to back down.

"Then I'll knock your damn lights out." He said raising his fist to my face. I closed my eyes and began to whimper. God, please let this be a nightmare. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening. I kept repeating in my head. This is a dream it can't be real. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud gunshot going off. I loudly screamed, but quickly pulled myself together not wanting these apes to see how petrified I really was. I was Courtney Scotts for Christ's sake! Nothing scared or intimidated me!

"What the hell was that?" I spat. If you dare br-" the ape-like man cut me off covering my mouth up with duct tape.

"I thought I told you to shut your god damn trap" he spat at me. Infuriated and honestly a bit petrified I began to scream. I screamed at him, at the others moving my family's stuff into their van, at myself, and even just to hear myself scream, but they came out like nasty, muffled, high-pitched sounds, which began to give even me a headache.

When I finally ran out of breath, which took a lot longer than myself and the robbers expected, and I seemed to partly calm myself down my eyes caught a glance of yet another large and disgusting man carrying a limp figure in over his right shoulder, and a smaller, but still very masculine and threatening looking man at his side gripping my baseball bat in one hand, and covering up part of his badly beaten up face in the other, but what I didn't see anywhere was Duncan. That was when it hit me. Oh God, please don't tell me that's-

"Tie this one up too," the smaller man said as his ape threw a horribly injured, barely breathing Duncan off his shoulder on to the ground next to me. Tears began to well in my eyes. How could I have been so thoughtless to forget that he was putting up a fight for me upstairs with those goons!

"And tie him up extra tight. Damn bastard put up a fuckin' fight." He half chuckled half spat. I looked over at Duncan and pitied over how awful he looked. His right eye was blackened; his nose looked badly broken, blood old and new ran from his nose to his mouth, his bottom lip was busted open blood running down his chin, his waist was badly bruised, and he had a bullet wound in the middle of chest that was oozing blood making my stomach churn looking at it. I immediately burst into tears.

Oh God, this is all my fault. If I never asked him to come over he never would've ended up like this.

Snap out of it Courtney! You're stronger than this! If he wasn't here that could have been you!

So! I'd rather it be me any day then it be Duncan.

That's obviously what he was thinking! And plus he's the man! He should be protecting you!

Says you! God, why did this have to happen to us!

Calm down, and get over it! Everything will be fine...

Fuck you.

Once the thugs finished tying Duncan up, which took no longer than a few minutes since he was out cold the one threw Duncan's unconscious body over his shoulder, and the other threw me over his, which took longer than he had liked because I swore to put up a fight this time. Kicking at him and screaming threatening him with his life even though he couldn't understand me because of the duct tape firmly placed against my mouth, and once my body had completely gave out, and I could barely move they took us outside, and threw us in the trunk of there get away car, which looked more like a U-haul.

The trunk was filled with all of my family's precious heirlooms, valuable potteries and portraits, kitchen appliances, electronics, etc. It made me sick to see people who were completely fine with breaking into your house, robbing anything over fifty dollars in sight, harming you and your loved ones to get what they want, and taking you as well so you wouldn't cause any trouble as soon as they left.

Minutes later the truck's motor started up and I could feel us starting to drive away. Unable to see where we were going I curled into a ball in the corner of the truck they threw me into, and began to sob and pray I would see my lovely house again someday.

After I finished breaking down it struck me to check on Duncan's condition where he lay slumped against the wall of the truck right across from me making no recovery what so ever, continuing to breath in slow and painful breaths, and every once in a while I would be able to hear him mumble in his unconsciousness like he was unable to escape the nightmare he was having. Seeing him like this brought tears to my eyes because deep down inside I knew there was no hope left for us.

D POV

Once everything started coming back to me I tried my best to focus on my surroundings. I winced in pain as I tried to sit up noticing that I was in a dark, cold, metal room that was...moving? Trying to get a better view of the room I tried shifting my postion when I noticed I was tied in an extremely thick, and uncomfortable rope that was constricting me. Annoyed, I tried wiggling out of the ropes grasp, but recoiled when an intense amount of pain shot up my body.

"Fuck," I spat. Feeling tear well up in my eyes. I could barely make out what sounded like a faint muffle, and turned to the back of the truck seeing a very blurry looking figure tied up, curled in a ball lying right across from me.

"C-Courtney?" I faltered. Their head shot up and even though I could barely see since the room around me was spinning I knew I could easily tell it was her. "What the hell is going on?" I cried, but all I could hear as a response was faint muffling. Wanting more than anything for Courtney to calm down I tried moving closer to comfort her, but more pain shot through my body causing me to scream in pain making her scream as well for a reason I'm not even sure of.

"Calm the fuck down!" I spat angrily at her as an immediate feeling of nausea shot up through my body causing the room to spin even more than before, and made everything seem even blurrier than before. I closed my eyes and slammed my head up against the wall of the truck hoping to stop the vast feeling of puking my guts out when I noticed that the ropes I was constricted in were drentched in what smelt like blood causing my breathing become heavier and heavier because believe it or not me and blood don't mix. Leaving me thinking that at any minute I would pass out again not knowing if I could take this amount of pain any longer.

Courtney's loud mumbling snapped me out of my daze when I noticed she was scooting her way over to me. I tried instructing her to stop even speaking caused me to wince again. She quickly made her way over to me, laying against me, resting her unruly head on my chest where I saw how revealing how puffy and red her eyes were and the tears streaming down her face. Even though the pain was unbearable the thought of Courtney not being harmed, and by my side again overpowered and other emotion. She looked up at me with her big, sad, wet eyes like she was trying to apologize for everything that had happened then laid her head back down on my chest.

"It'll be alright Princess," I heavily breathed, leaning down, kissing the top of her head, and soon finding myself unconscious yet again.

Alright, what do you think? Not as good or long as the first chapter, but trust me the best is yet to come! :) Review! Thanks.