DISQLAIMER

I shifted in my seat, my knee was irritating, now he wasn´t held firmly in place. John saw this and handed me a stool with a pillow. Charlie came to announce that the mechanic was here and ask whether we might wanted to sit down by the pool.

I had to because of the orders of the physiotherapist, every day for half an hour swimming through the water. Charlie told me that Beth had ordered him don´t let me forget.

John helped me to my room to change clothes. "I still can not believe it." He said.

"I was there myself and I can hardly believe it." I said.

"Still. Now I know, you seem really much like your mother." He shook his head in disbelieve and helped me down on the bed. "Get dressed but quickly. I'm in my own room to also to change clothes."

"Thank you." I put some swim trunks on and waited until John came back to help me. I really hate my knee if I hadn´t my brace on. Totally helpless.

Without effort, he helped me on my feet and I limped to the pool. It was not weird even though we had only swim trunks and bathrobe on.

"You know that you're engaged, don´t you John?" Gordon shouted from the pool when John helped me down the stairs. "What will she say when Emily discovers that you have feelings for a male writer."

John ignored his brother and helped me down into the water. Gently let myself slip into the warm water.

"The rest of the boys?" asked Jeff. He sat on the chair beside the water. Interested he looked at my steps. "Have you ever seen them again? Did they survive? "

"Yeah, they all lived. Later I found out how they were doing." I pulled my knee up and let him softly come down. "They had received a shot from Eric with a strong dose of Rohypnol . Two years ago I looked everyone up. See what they knew and if they wanted to work with my book.

Aiden, actually Jacob, lives back with his parents under his own name and knows nothing about the kidnapping. In his experience, he walked to school and he woke up in the hospital a few years later. No idea what happened in those three years. He is currently working on finishing high school. After his abduction, he spent two years at home, operations on his broken bones to place them back properly. His parents still have trouble letting him go out alone.

Owen, real name Will, who was always ill is still in hospital. There he learned that he had leukemia. He is still alive but is fighting the disease. It's actually kind of sad. First, he´s trapped in the basement and then trapped in a hospital. He also knows nothing of those years in the basement.

Dylan, in fact Matthew, has just graduated from Yale. Engineering as I remember correctly. He still has some memories. When I visited him he recognized me. We talked but not about those years in the basement. We talked about the future. Now that it´s ours.

Liam, Daniel actually, it still struggling. There was no one at home waiting for him. He knows everything and the first few years, he spend looking for me. After he was sure that the rest was okay. He testified against Eric during his trial. Meanwhile he was eighteen, so too old for foster care. Through hard work and a scholarship he has dragged himself trough the university. He is currently working with computers, he writes programs for certain operations.

Elijah, real name Michael, woke up at the hospital. Fell completely in panic and sits according to my latest information still in a secure ward. His days are filled with drawing. Construction plans of machinery, he sees a device or object and starts drawing. He has gotten away the worst.

Lucas, Ethan actually, has been taken to Europe by his parents. He wasn´t able to spend long times in small spaces and now he lives in a spacious farmhouse in the mountains. A large grassland with beautiful view. He recognized me from somewhere but had no idea from where. As far as he knew I could be a child from school.

And Kid. Joseph. Who had always stood by me. From the beginning. His mother had deceased from cancer. His father and younger sister received him back with open arms. He didn´t remember anything until he saw me. Lots of memories came loose but he still doesn´t know everything. We call on regularly bases. He helped me with writing this book." I Summed up. "Everyone has sometimes trouble with names. Even if they don´t remember anything. Kid. When he woke up with no memories of the past six years, he wanted to still be called Kid.

"What was in that letter?" asked Gordon. He came swimming to me. "That you gave to the guard?"

"All the names of all the boys who were once with us. Fingerprints with blood from Kid, Luke, Owen and Elijah and a little message that I wrote. "

"What did you wrote?"

"Help us, we are held hostage in the basement of Eric. Many of us are already dead. Please come. We beg you." I quoted. "Not very subtle, but we knew nothing else to think of. There didn´t fit much under the name list. "

Scott helped me out of the water and in a chair in the sun. Jeff handed my script. "Please continue."

"I woke up ...

I woke up in a cabin. My hands and feet were tied together and I was lying on a filthy mattress.

Eric paced back and forth in front of me. "I can´t take him with me. His picture is everywhere. But if I can´t have him, nobody can."

Somehow I had the feeling that it was about me. The head wound hurt but it was nothing compared to the pain in my knee. Even with the brace on I felt him. I must hit something.

"Or he did it." Said a voice in my head. "So you can´t run of."

It didn´t matter now. Pain is pain. But somewhere that voice had a point. Now I couldn´t just walk out.

In the distance, sirens were heard.

"No." He swore, he marched quickly to me and stroked me lovely through my hair. "I'm sorry. If I can´t have you no one can. Certainly not Jeff. "

"Jeff? As in Dad? "Virgil asked surprised. "Why is that?"

I looked at Jeff when I replied to Virgil's question. "You were maybe his business partner but also its biggest competitor." I said. "In his eyes I was worth much money. He would not just deliver. "I turned the page. "To me smoke ..."

Around me I smelled gasoline. Eric opened the door and lit a match. Again he looked at me. "I'm sorry. Really." But I didn´t see it in his eyes. And then he threw the match at the ground.