When Troy woke up, he immediately felt a splitting headache and groaned painfully. He almost fell flat on his face when he attempted to get. It was then he realized that his hands and feet were tied together in a very dusty, dim room. After a few attempts of trying to break free, he gave up after realizing it was just causing more pain to himself.

"Well, look who's awake now. Troy, was it?" Mr. Goodall chuckled as he circled around him.

"Why are you even doing this? Emma is your own flesh and blood!" Troy growled hatefully.

"Emma is the reason why my wife is dead! Emma is the reason I have another mouth to feed! Emma is the reason I have no job! She's a fucking burden!" he yelled.

"She tried saving your wife! That's more than what you did, that was her own mother too you know! Emma was devastated and she still blames herself for something that wasn't her fault!

"It's not my fault she dead, it's hers! I wasn't there when it happened." Mr. Goodall scoffed in annoyance, "I'm actually glad to hear that my idiot daughter of mine feels guilty like that, she deserves it!"

She did everything she could! A father is supposed to protect their child, but here you are being the very cause of her pain. Emma is not the reason you lost your job. It's because you were probably sitting on your sorry lazy ass and drinking yourself to sleep. Emma was your responsibility; do you think your late wife would be happy to see what kind of man you have become? You hurt her child, your own child! You're not even a man anymore; you're just a low life scum. Troy glared as he spit in Mr. Goodall's direction.

Mr. Goodall screamed in fury and threw a swift punch at Troy's face. Troy hissed in pain, but kept a strong face to prove that he wasn't afraid of him.

"You and your friends will all be sorry very soon. I'll kidnap and make you guys watch as I hurt each of your friends one at a time. That'll show Emma to never disobey me again!"

"Don't you think our parents would worry about us? If we go missing, the police would look for all of us and your butt will just end up in jail." Troy pointed out while rolling his eyes.

"If we kill you all and leave immediately, then I guess I won't have a problem. The cops won't be able to find me and Randi that easily." He smirked as he started to bleach his hands to get rid of his fingerprints. "All I need to do is get your other friends, and then it'll all be over. Surely Emma will learn her lesson this time."

"Don't you think you're going a little overboard?"

"Shut up! It's too late to go back anyways. Now keep your mouth shut before I decide to kill you right now on the spot." Suddenly Mr. Goodall snickered as he came up with an idea. "You seem to be a strong guy, but how strong do you think you'll be once you hear the pained screams of Emma. If I can't break you, then I guess I'll just have to pay a little visit to Emma."

When Troy heard this he started fighting through his restraints with all the strength he had. However, it still wouldn't budge and was forced to plead with words.

"No! Don't! Do anything to me, I don't care, just don't hurt her anymore!"

"Oh, so maybe my daughter does have someone who has feelings for her. This will only make things even better. How could you even have feelings for her? She an ugly, useless, weak, piece of crap" He said through a burst of laughter. "Not so tough now you little piece of shit?

"You're wrong!" Troy said while shaking his head. "Emma was the best thing that happened to me. She's beautiful, kind, caring, intelligent, patient, and she's only made me stronger."

"Then let's see how strong you are. It seems like it's time to check up on Emma." He said as he left the room with a maniacal laugh.

"No! Stop! Don't hurt her!" Troy yelled through clenched teeth. "Shit, why did I have to be right?" he sighed deeply as he felt his cheek start to swell. However, the only real pain he felt was not being able to stop Emma's pain. He felt as if he'd failed her. He could only hope that someone would find him soon.

-A Real Ranger's Life-

It had already been a few hours since her father had seen him. In a way she was glad, but couldn't help but worry about what else he had done or what he was going to do.

"If he's not here with me, then what is he doing?" Emma thought to herself.

Suddenly, the doors to the basement burst open and in came Emma's father with a glass of wine. Fear and relief washed through Emma at the same time. She was glad that her father was in a place where she could keep her eye on him, but was terrified of what he was going to do to her next. Emma was already a black and blue mess and was covered in an assortment of bruises and cuts. She was sure something had to be dislocated, cracked, or even broken. Luckily, she was somewhat used to the pain and was distracted by what she saw earlier. She had seen Troy peeking in her house through a window and surely her father had seen him too.

"Hello Emma." said with his signature twisted smile. "Guess who decided to pay us a visit?"

Afraid of answering, Emma looked down at her feet and didn't say one thing.

"When I ask you a question, I expect you to answer me!" Mr. Goodall yelled as he stomped on Emma.

Knowing that he couldn't hurt her anymore than she already was, Emma decided to show some defiance.

"Let me guess, the tooth fairy?" Emma smirked. "With all those cigarettes you've been smoking, surely one of your teeth must have fallen out by now."

Emma felt the sting of the punch that was aimed at her face, but didn't let it bother her. If she was going to die, then wasn't going to let her father scare her anymore.

"I will not tolerate that type of disrespect!"

"You can't scare me anymore dad, I've had enough. I've put up with your abuse for far too long! I'm sick and tired of it!" Emma growled.

"Oh really? How about if I mentioned that little boy you had a crush on, I believe his name was Troy?

Mr. Goodall expected Emma's defenses to fall down but instead Emma completely ignored the pain and stood up, urging to hit her dad. The only thing that was keeping her away from him was the strong rope tied onto her arms, holding her back.

"What did you do to him?" Emma shrieked through clenched teeth.

Mr. Goodall shrugged his shoulder, "It was his fault for snooping in the first place, but don't worry soon all you're other friends will be here."

"Wait, you mean Troy is here?" Emma asked while looking around.

"Of course he is. He's enjoying his stay up in the attic." Mr. Goodall sniggered. "I'll get all of your friends one by one, and you'll be powerless to stop me."

Emma felt the tears threatening to spill; she couldn't get her friends into her mess. This was her problem and hers only. She needed to come up with a plan to escape, and fast.

"You'll never get away with this; I'll find a way to stop you! You're not even my father anymore, he died when my mother died; you're just a piece of shit that has a useless slut following your tail!"

In anger, Mr. Goodall threw his wine glass at Emma and watched as it shattered into pieces. Emma flinched as a few of them got caught her in skin. Pleased with her pain, Mr. Goodall walked back upstairs to talk to Randi.

"Why do my plans always have to involve me getting hurt?" Emma thought to herself as she bent down and picked up a piece of a broken glass. Slowly, but surely she started cutting the rope.

"I'm coming Troy."

Just wanted to say thank you to everyone who has read this. I apologize for the slow updates, but like I said before, life gets really busy. Writing is something I enjoy doing in my free time, so I'll update whenever I can. Please don't forget to review! I really enjoy reading your feedbacks/comments/critiques.