Written By: xxPyRaxx

Chapter Eight- Back to Hell She Goes

"Leave me alone. I didn't do anything to you!" Jacklynn screamed at her father.
"Oh yes you did, you pathetic miserable little brat!" he cussed "You tell our little family secret to a boy you hardly know, you make my wife leave me and than you left me too!"
Francis backhanded her across the face for the second time "Where was my personal punching bag when I need it?"
He punched her in the gut.
Jack doubled over in pain as she hugged her stomach.
He grabbed her by her wrists and pushed her against the wall.
"Listen to me well, cause I'm only going to say this once. Even if you escape, no matter where you go no matter where you hide I WILL FIND YOU. I will hunt you down and I'll make sure you'll NEVER leave me again and if you do I swear the minute I get the chance I will kill you. Do you understand?"
Tears stared to come down her cheeks at the threat. To her it wasn't a threat, it was a promise and that terrified her.
He jammed her into the wall again "Do you understand?" he hissed.
"Y-yes" she choked out.
He banged her head into the wall before dragging her over the basement door and throwing her down the stairs were the other three men were before locking the door.

When the door of the basement opened all 6 pairs of eyes looked up. They watched as Jack's limp body fell down the stairs, hitting every few stairs on the way until she landed at the bottom of the stairs, lying motionless on her chest.
"Jackie!?" Dean yelled worriedly, struggling to get out of the chair but failed.
There was a brief silence before a low moan came from her and very slowly her body moved to push herself up.
"No, don't move Jack" Jake told her but she moved anyway.
With shaky arms and hands she pushed herself up so she was sitting slightly on her right side and her arms out in front of her. Her still fiery red hair was in her face. With one of her shaky hands, she pulled her hair behind her hears revealing her broken bottom lip, bruised left side of her face and blood coming down from her hairline and down one side of her nose and down her face.
"Jackie, you okay?" Sam asked her.
She licked her lip and tasted the metallic taste of her blood. She touched it with shaky fingers and looked down at it. Her lip was still bleeding. She seemed to think about it before answering "Y-yeah. I'm okay."

"C'mon and untie us" Jacob told her.
The three men watched as she had some difficulty in standing up and walking.
"You sure you're okay Jackie?" Dean asked, clearly concerned for her.
She sank to her knees in front of him and began untying the bounds around his ankles first with shaky hands.
"Jackie" Dean called again.
She looked up at him.
"Are you okay, really?" he asked again.
"Yeah" she gave him a small smile before going back to untying him.
When she got his ankles free, she went to untying his wrists. Her hair once again fell in front of her face so they couldn't see it. But Dean could tell that there was something wrong, her hands were shaking an awful lot, too much for his liking.
When his wrists were finally free, he grabbed her towards him to kiss her on the lips for a few seconds before allowing her to pull away.
"You're not okay." It wasn't a question, but a fact.
"I will be" she replied "C'mon, we got two others to rescue."
Dean wanted to believe her so much, but he couldn't' bring himself to do it.

Jacob watched as the sun set behind some trees. It's been hours since Francis kidnapped them. With the last of the sun's light, he looked behind him where the others were sleeping.
Sam slept with his back propping him up against the wall. Dean slept on his side on the floor with his arm draped over Jacklynn's slim waist. Jacklynn was the first one to fall asleep. The only sound was the soft breathing of the others.
He looked back out the window before he yawned and went to sit with the others.
Within a few minutes he fell asleep in the same position as Sam.

Jacklynn was sleeping rather peacefully, that was until she heard the squeak of the basement door as it was unlocked and swung open. She curled closer towards Dean, hoping that if something happened that he would feel her move and he'll wake up. She heard footsteps as it came down the stairs and come closer to her.
She didn't dare to open her eyes.
But she did when she felt a hand covering her mouth.
Her eyes grew wide and she gasped when she saw the outline of her father in the dark.
He motioned her not to make any noise what so ever and to follow him.
She just nodded. Way to scared to do anything else.
He took his hand away and she carefully eased out from under Dean's comfortable and reassuring arm and followed behind her father.
She stone one last glance behind her and saw the others still sleeping before she silently climbed up the stairs and than her father locking the door behind him.

As soon as Francis locked the door, he grabbed Jacklynn by her upper arm and dragged her to the kitchen.
"I've been eating nothing but fast-food burgers for weeks now, so you are going to make me something to eat. Got it?" he threw her to the floor.
Her arms caught her from falling on her face but her knees landed hard on the floor. She gasped in pain.
He kicked her in the ribs and she let out a painful squeak.
"You didn't answer me."
"I got it" she forced out.
"Good. Make me chicken with potatoes and carrots. I'll be waiting in the living room. I'll warn you know. You try to run; I'll shoot your friends in the basement and you. Understand?"
He wouldn't actually kill them would he?
He kicked her again in the ribs again.
"Do you understand?"
"Yes" she forced out again "I understand."

Dean moaned a bit as he shifted his position. His arm tried to move Jack close to him but he only caught air. His eyes snapped open and he sat up. Jacklynn wasn't sleeping beside him!
When his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he looked around. She wasn't in the basement at all!
Dean's heart leaped in his throat. He looked over and found both Jake and Sam was still there, beside him and sleeping. Thank god. What where the hell was Jackie?

The smell of chicken, carrots and potatoes filled the kitchen. She placed his dinner on a clean plate before serving it to him in silence.
"Anything else?" she asked quietly.
"No. That will be all" he dismissed her.
Her own stomach growled with hunger.
Francis heaved an annoyed sigh and got up.
"Follow me" he ordered and she did without question.
She followed him into the kitchen.
He opened the fridge door and pulled a new bottle of beer for him and plain PB&J sandwich. One sandwich for each of his prisoners in the basement. He handed the sandwiches to her before locking her back in the basement.

When the door closed behind her, she was surrounded my darkness. She stood on a step, her grip tightened on the sandwiches. She was so scared of the dark; she was too scared to move. Afraid that if she did, that something would get her. A childish fear really. It wasn't until a familiar voice broke through the silence.
"Jackie?"
Her eyes went to where the voice came from.
"Dean?" she whispered, fear in her shaky voice.
"It's okay, we're all here."
One of the stairs squeaked under someone else's weight.
She jumped, nearly dropping the sandwiches in the process but she caught them.
"Jackie, its okay" Dean's soft calming voice met her ears.
Once her eyes adjusted to the darkness, she recognized Dean immediately.

Dean helped her down the stairs and watched unhappily at how slow she moved.
"Here" she handed a sandwich to Jake, Sam and Dean "They're PB&J, I hope that's okay."
"Its fine" Jake replied.

"What happened?" Dean asked her as he watched as she handed each one of them a sandwich but being careful of her left side.
"N-nothing happened" she replied "Why do you ask?"
"Because you're favouring your left side" he pointed out.
"Oh, was I?"
"Yeah. It is your ribs? Let me see."
"No, I'm fine. Really" she insisted.
The hint of panic in her voice got Jake's attention and went into 'big-brother' mode.
"Jacklynn Johnson" Jake said in a fatherly-tone "Lift up the shirt, now."
Jack heaved a sigh and lifted her shirt up to her breasts.
Dean placed his hands gently on her left rib cage and felt around. It wasn't until he was near the bottom that she gave out a squeak of pain.
"You Jackie" Dean told her "have a pair of broken ribs."

"Broken ribs?" Jake repeated "How did that happen?"
"Did your Dad do this?" Sam asked.
Out of reflex she defended in "No, I-I just"
"Jacklynn don't you dare defend him" Dean interrupted her lie.
She casted her eyes down "I'm fine, really."
To prove his point Dean pushed on her ribs and said "Yeah, you're fine Jackie" sarcastically when she hissed in pain.
"There's nothing we can do to patch it up right now but we'll keep an eye on it" Dean told her.
"I'm okay. I don't need watching" as she eased herself down on the floor.
"Don't push her" Jake said as he sat down next to her.
Sam and Dean sat on her other side in silence and began eating their sandwiches. But Jack didn't eat hers. There was something wrong.