One new chapter. Sorry these chapters are a little quiet but they're setting the scene. I actually started writing this story back in February but since I was working on so many stories at the time I made myself stop writing (after the second scene of this chapter) until I'd finished 'Hiding from the World' and 'Emotionless'.

As usual. Please continue to stick with me on this ;)

Part 2
"With pretty eyed boys girls die to trust…"

They reached the outskirts of the city and Tommy reached into his pocket, pulling out a black bandana. He turned to Jude and motioned for her to face away from him so he could tie the bandana. She shook her head, unconsciously shrinking away from him.

He sighed angrily and grabbed her wrist, pulling her closer to him then roughly wrapped the blindfold around her eyes. He leaned behind her and blindly tied the knot, strands of her hair getting caught with the fabric and pulling painfully. She was shaking again.

They drove well into the night. Jude had tried counting lefts and rights in a desperate attempt to keep track of the course they'd taken. She comforted herself with the fact that if she escaped she could backtrack and reverse the number in her head but she soon last track of the twists and turns. The motion of the car and the blindness induced by the bandana slowly lulled her into a sleepy state. She'd just fallen asleep, her head resting against the car door when the car stopped abruptly. The motion jolted her and she nearly tumbled to the floor.

"Is he here?" She could hear Tommy's voice.

A car door opened and eventually a distant response came back from Chris, "No, its all clear."

Another door opened and soon Jude heard footsteps at her own door. She pulled away just as it swung open and someone grabbed her shoulders, pulling her to her feet. The person held her hands behind her back as if she were handcuffed and pushed her forward, at one point warning there was a set of stairs with an almost unintelligible grunt. She tentatively stepped upward, each time anticipating her foot to fall through the air to nothing but the steps continued.

There was loud complaining screech from old hinges and the sound of a door swinging open. She was pushed forward. She guessed she was in a room, the chill wind that had been attacking her since she departed the car had now ceased and the floor beneath her feet was soft like carpet.

The person pulled her further into the room then pushed her backwards. She let out a shriek as she fell through empty space, only to connect a moment later with a soft surface. Her hands felt around her tentatively… a sofa.

"Chris?" She heard Tommy's voice on the other side of the room, from the direction she guessed she had come. He sounded annoyed.

"She's fine," came Chris's response. He was close to her, only a foot or two away and she guessed it was he who had led her from the car and inside, "I didn't do anything."

A light was switched on; though almost none filtered through the thick material of Jude's blindfold.

"Okay, take off the blindfold," Tommy's voice instructed.

Rather then untie the blindfold; Chris opted to simply pull it up and off her head, taking with it a number of strands of her long blonde hair. She winced in pain, a hand slipping to the back of her head and cradling the pain filled area. She closed her eyes tightly against the harsh, unfamiliar light and slowly blinked until her eyes became accustomed to it.

The room was old, with peeling white wallpaper and a stained carpeted floor. There were water stains in spots on the floor and running down some of the walls. She was seated in the center of the room on an old sofa; one corner of the room was a kitchen area with a mini fridge that appeared to be something from the seventies. There was a grubby sink and an old table with a few dusty wooden chairs. There were two doors on the far wall, one to her left which she assumed was the entrance she'd just come through and one directly in front of her. Tommy was leaning against the wall by the entrance door. Chris was rifling through the old fridge.

Jude placed her hands on the sofa, her fingers digging into the soft surface as she determined to breathe normally. She gazed at Tommy and found that the previously unimaginable had happened. She was scared of him. She didn't know what he would do, what he wanted or what he'd sacrifice. She didn't know him.

She was alone.

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"Yesterday is a promise that you've broken..."

Tommy lifted a suitcase onto the table and opened it. He rifled around inside before pulling out a pair of sweatpants and a long sleeve shirt. He tossed them in Jude's direction. She waited listlessly and eventually Tommy stood.

He walked over and put an arm on her shoulder but she shrugged it off. He'd started walking across the room, intending to pull her with him but at the motion he stopped. He gazed at her and she returned the gaze defiantly. Finally he stepped back, motioning to the two doors on the far wall, "This way." He said in clipped tones.

She glanced over her shoulder at Chris who was seated on the sofa and guzzling a beer. Slowly she followed Tommy across the room. He opened the left hand door and the doorknob squeaking in protest as it turned. She stepped into the room to see an old fashioned claw footed bathtub with a shower curtain running around it. A filthy looking toilet was against the far wall and an old ceramic basin sat beneath a small window, high on the wall.

"Shower and change into those," Tommy instructed, motioning to the clothes Jude was clutching tightly to her chest. He stepped out of the room and the door closed behind him.

Jude glanced at the door then placed her clothes on the sink. Crouching down she peered through the keyhole and watched as Tommy took a few steps away from the door then stood motionless, his arms folded across her chest, his back to her. Turning back to the bathroom she glanced around the room for a key. She had no intention to shower in an unlocked room with these two dark men on the other side.

"There isn't a key," Tommy called through the door, "That's kind of the point."

Jude froze, disturbed by the timing of his response – almost as if he'd read her mind.

"You have twenty minutes to shower and change into those clothes then I'm coming in to get you whether you're ready or not."

She glared at the door and stepped backward toward the shower, slowly turning and reaching forward to push aside the curtain when the window caught her attention. It was level with her head and small but she felt confident she could get through it at a squeeze. She raised her arms and unlatched it. There were two hinges on the side and the window was designed to swing away to the left. She pushed against the right hand side but the window refused to open, years of unuse and paint sealing it shut. She continued to desperately slam the palm of her hand against the frame as angry tears slid down her cheeks. She didn't notice how loud the pounding had become but she did notice when the bathroom door swung open, the door angrily slamming into the wall.

She spun around to see Tommy striding toward her. He grabbed her wrists, holding her arms in front of her as he leaned close to her, menacingly asking, "What did I say about not doing anything stupid?"

She leaned as far back from him as she could with her wrists still imprisoned. Her lips remained sealed shut as she refused to answer. Spotting the stubborn glimmer in her eyes and knowing his point had been taken, Tommy released her wrists and stalked back across the room, slamming the door behind him. Having been leaning away from him so dramatically Jude's body continued to tip backwards without the anchoring weight of Tommy's hold on her hands. She fell back against the cold edge of the bathtub, the metal bruising her back as she slid down to the floor.

Tommy's taunting voice drifted through the thin walls, "You now have fifteen minutes."

Crying softly Jude leapt to her feet and stripped quickly, making sure to stand against the far wall where someone peering through the keyhole wouldn't be able to see her. She pulled aside the shower curtain and suppressed a shriek as a rat bolted out of the bathtub and disappeared through a hole in the wall. She didn't dare let out a sound for fear Tommy would come to investigate. A rat wasn't worth that - not when she was stark naked.

She wasn't surprised to find the shower only ran cold but the one positive of the fact was that it forced her to wash quickly. She tilted her head back, letting the cold water wash over her, causing her skin to tingle and making her feel alert and awake for the first time since she'd gotten in the car.

She'd condemningly eyed the old bar of soap on the side of the bath that looked as if it had been sitting there for as many years as she had lived but finally from desperation used a small amount. She'd sweated from fear so much on the car ride there that she really needed it.

Turning off the assailing cold water she stepped out of the shower and scanned the room. There wasn't a towel in sight. She frowned and reached for the V-Neck sweater she'd been wearing, feeling dirty once again as she used it to dry her body.

She slipped on the clothes Tommy had provided in super speed, casting constant furtive glances at the door in fear he would barge on in when she was only half dressed. She'd just slipped the shirt over her head when there was a loud, insistent knocking at the door. It surprised Jude; she'd anticipated whoever it was to march straight in.

She marched over to the door and swung it open, determined to bring about at least one course of action in her life that night rather then having everything done for her. Tommy was standing there, leaning on the doorframe, one hand still raised mid knock. His eyes scanned over her form approvingly and she felt herself blushing from embarrassment, not pleasure. Finally he stepped back, allowing her room to get past him and exit the room. "Put your old clothes in here," He instructed as he handed her a plastic bag. "I'll show you where you'll be sleeping."

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"Just slow me down, slow me down, tell me tomorrow everything will be around..."

Jude sat on the old mattress in the middle of her bedroom. There was a window on one outfacing wall but it had been boarded. Judging by the rusted nails and early stages of rotting wood it had been boarded for a long time. The wallpaper was torn and water stained and the bare planks of wood that made up the floor where covered in a layer of dust. The mattress itself was old fashioned and lumpy and covered with what appeared to be, thank God, a clean sheet. Tommy had tossed Jude a sleeping bag when he took her into the room before closing and locking the door behind her.

She'd run over and pounded her fists against the door, demanding he return and tell her what was going on but her voice was soon drowned out by the sound of a television in the next room. She'd sighed and leaned against the door, slowly sliding down till she was sitting on the floor.

She was determined not to cry, determined to not give in to fear, determined to make it through this night. It was as they all say; one step at a time.

She now sat on her mattress, barely able to make out the floral patterns of the wallpaper through the cracks of moonlight that shone between the boards over the window. Her eyes flittered over the pattern; closely examining and memorizing every detail in a desperate attempt to distract herself from her reality.

She lay down on the mattress, pulling the sleeping bag up around her as she comforted herself with the fact that her absence would have been noticed by now. There had been a party at G-Major and she'd grudgingly attended. Though she was now humiliated by the fact; she'd been missing Tommy terribly and hadn't felt like going to a party where she was expected to laugh and enjoy herself with her friends.

She'd moped around the room, giving brief and polite responses to anyone who'd attempted to strike up a conversation. Eventually she was shunned by the partygoers who wanted to have a good time and avoided the brooding teenager skulking around the room.

She'd gone outside to get some fresh air. She figured the brisk chill of the winter night would knock some sense into her, some life back into her lungs but what she'd gotten had been something she would never have expected.

She closed her eyes tightly as she pulled the sleeping bag up over head, welcoming the dark warmth its confines provided. Tomorrow she wouldn't be so stunned, so weak and pathetic. Tomorrow she would fight back.

Preview for Part 3
"You've already gone and got me mad…"

Tommy turned to Chris. "Get the car ready." Turning back to Jude he grabbed her wrist and pulled her along with him as he left the room. "We're going for a nice drive." He remarked calmly.

"What no morning meal?" her voice dripped with sarcasm. "This Bed and Breakfast really sucks you know."