Courtney's POV
"Courtney, Courtney, Courtney." my father shakes his head.
"I'm trying my best." I plead.
"She is really good." my violin teacher says.
"But being good isn't good enough. Not even being the best. You have to be perfect." my father looks at me with the most dissapointed look a parent can give to their child.
"I'm sorry, dad. I'll try harder, I promise." I say, tears are stinging at my eyes, but I would never dare crying infront of him. It'll only make me more weak to him.
But promising wasn't good enough, because he is already walking out of the room. Leaving me to feel only more insecure about myself.
I drop to the floor, and cry. "I'm so so so sorry." I repeat over and over again.
*End of Dream*
"I'm so sorry." My half- concious self mutters.
"Wake up." A rough voice says shaking my whole body not so softly.
"Who are you?" I ask bolting up out of the bed. He backs away a few steps and I try to get a good look at his face. Unfortunatley he had a black mask on so I couldn't see anything.
"Um... I don't think I can tell you that." he says uncertainly.
"Tell me who you are right now, and who you are working for!" I yell at him. He slightly cowards down, I can tell he isn't all that bad, since a twenty-two year old woman can scare him.
"Listen, I can't tell you anything." He tries to reason with me.
"And why not?" I angerly ask.
"Because I can't! The only thing I can tell you is that you are very close to the person who is holding you here."
"And how is that suppouse to help!"
"It isn't." he says annoyed. I can tell I'm getting on his nerves, but I don't care. He knows who locked me up here, and I want to get it out of him.
"Tell me or I swear to god i'll-" I start to say but he cuts me off.
"What are you going to do?" he asks.
"How dare you question me!"
"Sweetie, I can do whatever I want."
"You little-" I start to say, but he cuts me off yet again. Which only makes me more pissed.
"I wish I could stay, but I have to go." he says. But that gives me a bit of hope, because when he leaves I can try to make a run for it. Or I could stay and make a plan to get out of where he came from. But as soon as the hope is there, it quickly goes away. "But first..." he trails off.
And before I know what's happening, I'm getting hit in the back of the head with the butt of a gun for what seems like the second time this week.
Duncan's POV
I take out my phone while on the side of the road and flip through the photos. I had nothing else to do since it was too dark to continue looking. And after looking through so many photots I see one of me and Court back on the island, smiling and having fun. It brings a smile to my face. I missed the good times, but I sadly threw it all away.
*Flashback*
Me and Gwen are sitting in loser class, since the amazons lost the last challenge. It was almost time to them to vote, so I decided to spend some time with Gwen. You never know who might go. But I spot from the far corner someone watching us.
"What are you looking at?" I call to my annoying ex-girlfriend.
"Nothing." she says. "Just your lying, cheating face sucking up Gwen's." she refers to mine and Gwen's make-out session, with her voice leaking venom.
"Yeah, so what. You jealous?" I ask mockingly.
"Me? Jealous?" she laughs. "I would never be jealous of a cheating jerk and a lying backstabber. You know you could have just broke up with me, but nooooo!" she says, her voice is on the verge of cracking. But she is not letting herself break down in front of either of us. But she continues, "You decided to kiss her!"
I was going to suggest that we leave, but Gwen beats me to the punch.
"Courtney, would you just stop already? He choose me, not you get over it!" she says.
"See you in the elimination room." Courtney spits out while getting up to go to the confessional.
*End of Flashback*
Okay, that was enough of remembering the past. I couldn't take it anymore.
I went to go take off my jacket, but felt something lumpy in one of the pockets. Without thinking I take it out. And of course, it was the skull I gave to Courtney back on the island. I turn it over to still see the faint carving of DxC imprinted on it. As if I couldn't feel any worse this pops up out of nowhere. I put it back in my pocket not wanting to keep thinking about it and lie down to go to sleep. If only my fears didn't come with me into my dreams
"No! Stop!" I heard Courtney yell. Everything was black and I couldn't see anything, until I turned my head and everything became clear.
Right before my eyes I saw Courtney getting beaten up by a man in all black. The site made me want to go over and teach the guy a few lessons.
But when I tried to run, I learned that I couldn't move. Like some force holding me back, so I could only watch and witness the horror.
"Don't worry, Princess! I'll save you!" I shout over the invisible force field that was keeping me apart from her.
"Hurry!" she yells right back, getting another hit to the face.
And I see the gun pulling out a gun from one of his pockets as I try to get over to them. And before I could stop it, I hear it. A gun shot. And all of Courtney's screams are silenced.
"No!" I yell, waking up. I look out the car window and see that it is still night time. "It was just a dream." I breathe out.
I hop out of the car to get some air, as I grab a water bottle. Once I was finally out of the car, I dunked all the water on my head. It helped cooled me down, no thanks to all of the hot sweat I had built up.
Don't worry, Princess. I'll save you. And I'll make sure nothing happens to you. I think to myself
Courtney's POV
When I woke up again, there was another guy in here. But I could tell that it was a different man. This one seemed stronger than the other, very well built. Which was not good for me.
"What do you want?" I spit out bitterly. But my voice was weak and dry from no water.
"Here." he says, and tosses me a water bottle and a ziplock bag with a sandwich in it.
"Why are you giving this to me?" I asked while looking up, for all I know it could have been poisoned.
"We can't have our little hostage starve on us." he says mockingly.
"Yay me." I say sarcasticly.
"Now eat." he demands.
"What if I don't want to." I reply.
"You will eat or else." he says. I should have known that unlike the other guy, this one wouldn't play around. I didn't know what was going on until it happened. He slapped me right across the face. "Now eat!" he says one last time.
I un-willingly take a bite out of the sandwich, and then brought the cold water bottle up to my lips. It tasted bland, but I had to take what I could get.
This place was hell and I wanted no more than to get out, but I couldn't. Shortly after I had finished eating the man had left, but he told me to look away. And of course I did so, not wanting to get hit again. Maybe even something worse.
I just pray that someone out there is looking for me, anyone.
