Courtney's POV
Sore. That was probably the only thing I have been feeling in a while. Just, sore. All over my body. Ever since the mysterious man hit me, they have been thinking that it was okay. Thank god it wasn't a lot though. Just little hits to the face or arm if they felt I wasn't being good enough. Sometimes I would get kicked in the stomach if I was been overly "rebellious". But in the end all the turned out to be was bruises. Nothing more. As long as I wasn't raped, I was a bit okay.
But the days just came and went. And it all went the same. If you asked me I wouldn't even be able to remember what happened the day before. Once something happend to me the next moment it would just vanish from my brain. Mostly because I wanted it to. If I ever got out of here alive I didn't want to have to remember any of it. And if I did, I know I would hate myself for the rest of my life.
I give out a slight chuckle. I just wish I was able to block out all my memories from World Tour. I know for a fact that I already hate myself for not forgetting all those times.
Most of the time I was in here I would just lie on the bed, forgetting how nasty it was. And I would think of some happy memories to get me by, to keep me sane. But my sanity was slowly slipping down the drain.
To anyone who didn't know what I was going through probably thought I was already insane. Because honestly- I just gave up. Something that I normally wouldn't do. But what else could I possibly do in a situation like this? So I did all I could do. I lay in a ball and sang softly
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
I could make you happy
Make your dreams come true
Nothing that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
To make you feel my love
To make you feel my love
Duncan's POV
I was driving on a highway full of trees and bushes. I was thinking that I was maybe somewhere near North of California. I had no idea. I probably should have listen during Geography class.
Somewhere along the way I had finally changed into some cleaner clothing. Just a black under shirt with a black vest on top that showed my muscular arms. With black cargo pants and black combat boots. The perfect outfit for someone sneaking around the country looking for a missing girl. A very important missing girl.
After traveling some ways I notice a spot of silver in between the trees. At first I shrugged it off as some left over trash, but when I looked closer I saw more of it. It was hidden well beneath all the branches, but with an eye as good as mine I could spot it.
I parked my car on the side of the road and popped out, going to go inspect it. But before leaving I slipped on a black ski mask, just incase it was some weird pot dealing warehouse.
Walking closer I noticed that it was infact a warehouse, a very suspicious warehouse. The whole place had no visable doors or openings. But it did have a roof and any juvie would know that there was always a way to come in from the top. So I went back to the truck to get some rope and climb up and over onto the top.
I wonder what could possibly be in it.
Courtney's POV
I woke up to see three different figures. Two wearing all black with masks and one wearing a black suit and a red tie. I couldn't really see there faces since my vision was blurry. But I could hear them whispering to each other.
"Look, she's awake boss." one of them says, as I run my hand through my hair.
My vision slowly comes back to me and I recognize the two henchmen that would usually see me. The one with no will power and the other with anger issues that would put it out on someone else.
I finally see the third one, the most important one. And I didn't want it to be him, infact he was the last person I wanted to see here. But sadly he was, and there was nothing that I could possibly say to myself to make me feel any better.
"Is that you, Dad?" I ask uncertain. Everything in my mind was convincing myself that it wasn't him. That maybe it was just a man that really looked like him. But it was. There was no mistaking his piercing green eyes. It was the one thing that we both had different in our physical apperance.
So many memories came rushing back into my head. Ones that I did not want to remember. Ones that were just so terrifying. Memories of dissapointment and faliure. All because I wasn't good enough for my father.
"Yes, honey. It's me." He says with a weird, yet some what caring voice. Which was hard to imagine coming from my cold hearted father.
"What are you doing here?" I ask while licking my lips. How long have I been asleep? How long has it been since I have had something to drink? My throat felt so dry.
"Well, how do I put this?" he asks while sitting at the end of my bed. I instantly flinch away from him, nothing wanting to be anywhere near him due to fear. " I was the one who kidnapped you."
The way he said it made me hate him even more. How he just spit it out so casually. As if it wasn't something so horrible!
"Why?" I croaked out, my voice cracking. I was close to tears. It hurt from trying to hold them back, but it was all I could do to keep me strong. "Why do you want me?"
"Because ever since Total Drama, you have been a failure to me and this family!" At first his voice was calm, but soon it came spitting out like vemon from a snake, and I was it's victim.
I was both hurt and surprised that he had even said that to me. It made everything in me break. After spending so much time trying to be the best for him. Him! It was like hearing about Duncan kissing Gwen all over again. The pain stabbing just as bad- right in my heart. And before I could stop it, the tears came pouring down my face.
"Dad, I..." I start but couldn't finish. What was there to say? My father flat out just said I was a dissapointment. I had no more words now.
"No! You listen you little bitch!" He yelled at me right in my face. I cringed back a bit. "For three years you couldn't manage to win the million dollars on a stupid tv show. Not to mention the fact that you dated the delinquent! New flash, he broke your heart on TV! For everyone to see." I swear it was like a waterfall of insults. One coming after another, no stopping it.
"Don't you dare bring Duncan into this!" I yell right back. And for the first time in what seemed like forever, I sounded strong.
"I wish you were like your sister! She is perfect, and look at you! You little peice of trash! A waste of space!" By now both of our faces were probably red, as red as the fire down in hell. "For once you couldn't be perfect? I kidnapped you because you were never good enough! I wish you were never my daughter!" and he screamed the last part. So loud all the noise in the building stopped, and all you could hear was the echo from his voice. And he spits out the last of his venom. "Cry all you want, I'm killing you anways."
"No, dad. Please!" I cry out, my voice sounded so tired though.
"Come on, boys." my father says- if you can even call him that- before looking at me. "Let's burn this place to the ground."
And with that I get hit in the head for what seemed like the last time and I start to black out. The last thing I see is my father walking away and the men starting up the matches.