Ch.10 Abduction in Concert
Author's note: I would like to wish everyone who reads this a very Happy Thanksgiving!
Miley's POV
"Daddy!" I call as I enter my house, Lilly and Oliver at my heels. Getting no response, I call for him again. Patience is not on my to do list right now. "DADDY!" I yell. We hear foot steps coming down the stairs. "Sweet nibblets, what's with all the yelling?" Dad asks exasperatedly. "We've got an emergency," I explain. The seriousness in my voice tells my father all he needs to know. "Trevor's still around, isn't he?" he asks.
"It's worse than that," I reply. Here goes nothing. "He knows I'm Hannah." The entire room goes quiet as Dad takes this in. "He tried to blackmail me," I continue. The expression on my father's face is one of barely concealed rage. "He's gone too far now," he says softly. The tone of his voice almost conceals his anger.
Before we can continue talk more, we hear a knock at the door. Lilly jumps slightly. "It's me," her mom says. "It's open," Dad answers, and Lilly's mom rushes in. "I called the school about Trevor," she explains. "And there is a big problem."
Lilly's POV
"Lilly, honey, your school says there is no record of him ever attending," Mom explains. I look at her confusedly. "But I met him at my locker," I protest. "He was even carrying some textbooks at the time." Jackson rushes in at just this moment. "Turn on the news, like now!" he demands worriedly.
"This is Terri Roberts, Channel 3 News. For several months, now, Malibu PD has been trying to track down a serial rapist in the Malibu area, who has victimized at least 5 young women in Malibu and the surrounding counties, and what makes this all the more distressing, the targets have all been young, girls of high school age."
The tv cut to a young, reasonably attractive blonde girl who looked to be about Lilly. The girl's otherwise beautiful face was marred by the remnants of a large bruise. "Violet Miller was once like any other girl her age. She attends high school as a sophomore at Malibu High school. She has a part time after school job. But her life was shattered eight months ago, when she was raped by a boy she said she'd met on campus. A boy, she'd never seen at school before"
"Well I'll be damned," Miley's dad says softly. "He seemed nice, at first," Violet said softly to a reporter who'd interviewed her. She paused, tears brimming in her eyes. "But then he became mean. He would regularly hit me." Lilly took a deep breath.
"Details about this man are sketchy at best," Roberts reported. "All of the girls who have been victimized have told police a different name." The screen flashed back to Violet. "He told me his name was Travis," she said softly. "He never mentioned his last name." The scene went back to the anchor. "But all of the girls have described him similarly. He is described to be fairly tall, approximately six foot four to six foot five. His hair has been reported to be a light brown, and he has blue eyes." As the anchor was describing him, a sketch was shown on screen. "Holy crap, it's Trevor," I say out loud. The weight of the revelation hits all of us like a ton of bricks.
It was so obvious now. He'd been pressuring me to sleep with him. I can't believe I was dating...I don't even want to think about it. Miley's dad turns off the tv. We've seen enough. He looks at mom, and at me. "We need to call the police," he says. "Right now." My mom nods her agreement. She wastes no time calling the police department.
"Yes, my name is Heather Truscott, and I have a name for the rapist I just heard about on the news." She paused ever so slightly and dropped one name. "His name is Trevor Mitchell." There was another pause. "How do I know? Because the son of a bitch was dating my daughter," she replied, scorn evident in her voice.
She nods and says, "Yes, we're coming now," before hanging up. She looks at me. "They want us to come in," she says. I'm all for it. I would love nothing more than to be the reason that Trevor is behind bars where he belongs, never to put his slimy hands on a girl ever again.
Miley's POV
"I'll go with you," I say, but Dad stops me. "You've got a concert to get ready for, Bud. Lilly and her mom have this well in hand," he says. Before he can continue, his phone goes off. "WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL SOONER, ROBBIE RAY!" we all hear Roxy shout on the other end of the phone. I chuckle as my dad cringes. "I'm sorry, Roxy, but I just found out myself," Dad replies. "NOT THAT, ROBBIE RAY!" we hear her shout. "I HAVEN'T GOT A SINGLE CALL FROM YOU SINCE I LEFT! WHERE'S THE LOVE, ROBBIE RAY?"
"I'm really sorry, Roxy, but we've been a bit busy lately," Dad defends. To our surprise, Roxy comes in through the kitchen. "Oh I know," she says with a smile. "Some abusive little son of a bitch put his hands on one of my girls, and now Roxy's gonna go all puma on his ass," she adds.
I smile as I decide to provide her with extra motivation. "That's not all," I add. "He knows I'm Hannah," I say. Roxy's expression turns serious. "How'd that happen?" she asks. I shrug. "I don't know," I reply. "He tried to use my secret to blackmail me." Roxy laughs, but not in a humorous way. "That boy is just asking for a beating, isn't he?" she asks.
Lilly's POV
"I don't believe we've met," my mom says with a smile. "I'm Heather, Lilly's mom," she introduces herself with a smile. Roxy smiles as they shake. "Roxy. Miley's bodyguard," she replies, shaking my mom's hand. "Well, technically, Hannah's," Miley adds with a smile. My mom nods. "We'll have to finish this later. Come on, Lilly, let's get to the police station." I nod. "I'll see you at the concert, Lil," Miley says before heading to her room to get ready.
"Hold on one second before you go," Roxy says to me. Mom nods. "I'll start the car," she says as she leaves. Roxy opens her suitcase and looks through it for a moment. Finally, she removes a beautiful bracelet. Handing it to me, she says, "Put this on." As I do, she explains the reasoning.
"It's a GPS tracer," she says. "Do you see the jewel in the center?" I look at it. It looks like a ruby. This bracelet is cleverly disguised. It looks like a normal, if slightly expensive piece of jewelry at first glance. "That's a panic button," she says. "If you get in trouble and nobody's with you, press it and it will let me know." I nod. "Got it," I reply.
Trevor's POV
I've had so much fun with Lilly's little friend, but I think it is time to have fun with Lilly. She will be my next conquest. And then, after I've had all my fun, and milked every ounce of pleasure from her, I'm gonna make her pay for standing up to me. Sure, she seemed brave when she had backup, but one on one with me? She'll crumble like she always has. I know it, and more importantly, she knows it.
I quickly dress. Lilly's little friend is huddled in a corner. She seems to be exhausted, and I can't say I blame her. She was incredibly satisfying. But as good as she was, she was just the warm up. Lilly is the main event.
"Please," she says softly, stifling sobs, "Let me go." I think about it. "Why would I do that, honey?" I ask. She's a loose end. Her fate, as much as it pains me, will be the same as Lilly's. "I promise...I won't tell anybody what you did to me," she replies fearfully. I decide to humor her.
"I'll let you go," I say, smiling as she seems to perk up. "under one condition," I finish. She looks at me expectantly. I milk the suspense for a while. "Tell me how much of a dirty whore you are," I say. She looks up at me. "I'm...a dirty whore," she repeats.
"How dirty?" I ask. "I'm the...dirtiest whore in Malibu," she replies. This is perfect. She'll say anything if she thinks I'll spare her worthless little life. I smile as I grab her hair, forcing her to look up at me. "Really?" I ask. She doesn't even hesitate. "I'm so dirty," she repeats. "So, so dirty." I smile, satisfied.
I let go of her head. She's not going anywhere, I have her cuffed to the floor. I turn toward the door. "Wait," she says. "You said you'd let me go." I shake my head. "Not yet," I say as I exit. I hear her scream in anguish, and it makes me happy.
Lilly's POV
As soon as Mom and I enter the police station, we are immediately approached by a middle aged woman. Her expression is one of sympathy. "Are you Lilly?" she asks. I nod. "I am," I reply. "Thank you for coming in, Lilly," she says warmly. "My name is Esther Williams," she introduces herself. "I'm a detective with the Special Case Squad. We mostly handle rape and other sexual assault cases," she explains.
She gets right down to business. "Ok, first thing's first. We need to run a rape kit. Did this happen recently?" I shake my head. "He hasn't raped me," I answer. "At least not yet." The detective nods. "I apologize. It's standard procedure for a case like this. We've been after this guy for a while now, and I just assumed-" I cut her off. "It's ok. He has beat me several times. He broke my leg," I say, indicating my cast.
I tell her everything. How I met Trevor, and all the abuse he put me through, and especially his recent stalking of me. "I have to say, Lilly, you are one brave girl," Esther says after I finish. "We'll get him. We have a name, and a description to go with that name. I think we'll start with putting out a statewide APB and BOLO," she says. I smile. I have an idea what that means. "We'll find him," she assures us.
"In the meantime, I think our top priority is your safety," the detective continues. "Now, you said he broke into your bedroom?" she asks. I nod. "That happened this morning. He left a note." Mom digs through her purse and in no time, she produces it. It's slightly crinkled, but otherwise undamaged.
Detective Williams reads the note. "He seems determined. I think the best thing to do is for you and your mom to stay at a safe house until we catch him," she advises. I take it in. I know Miley's got a concert tonight, and I want to be there, cheering her on as always. "There's a Hannah Montana Concert tonight," I protest. "I bought my ticket weeks ago." A small lie.
"I don't think that's a good idea, Lilly," the detective argues. "If this note is any indication, he is extremely determined. The last thing we should do is give him an opportunity at getting to you, however small it may be."
My mom nods in agreement. "Detective Williams is right, Lilly," she says. She looks at the detective. "Would you excuse us for just a minute?" she asks. The detective nods. "Certainly," she replies. She leads us to a private room. "I'll be right outside if you need anything," she says, and then it's just Mom and I.
"I know you want to be there to support Miley," Mom begins. "But the police are right. Trevor wants you. But if you stay here, the odds of him getting you are somewhere between slim and none." I open my mouth to reply, but she adds, "On the other hand, I know you'll be backstage and disguised as Lola, and there's going to be plenty enough security, so I'm going to let you go," she agrees.
"Thanks, Mom," I reply. "I'll be fine," I assure her. Mom looks hesitant. Finally she nods. "I'm sure you will. I'll talk to Detective Williams." I hug her, stifling tears. "We just have to make it through this concert. Then we can go into protection mode," I say.
Trevor's POV
I've only been watching Lilly's house for the past 3 hours. She's not home, I know that because I've checked every window. I suddenly hear the sound of an approaching car and I hide behind the house. As I watch, I realize it's the car that her mother owns, and it's pulling into the driveway. This could be an opportunity.
I wait at Lilly's bedroom window, expectantly, gun in hand. Finally, she enters her room. "Can you help me get changed?" I hear her ask. Changed? She must be going somewhere. As she hobbles around her room, I realize I miscalculated. Her bedroom window is not too hard to crawl through, but then again, I don't have a broken leg. Even with my gun, she might not be able to crawl through it. I'll have to follow her and see if I can nab her wherever she's going.
As I watch, I notice her grab a purple-haired wig. As she puts it on, I realize I've seen this girl somewhere as well.
Well, I'll be damned. Lilly, my hot little love kitten, is the girl who tends to show up in photos with Hannah Montana. Lola, Luft-something or other. I don't care what she calls herself. I smile inside. This will be easier than I thought.
Lilly's POV
I smile as I hear Miley finish Rockstar. "Thank you, Everybody!" she yells to the crowd. "And now, I think we'll take it down for a few songs." I smile. This is usually around the time she sings True Friends, the song she wrote for me.
My happiness turns to terror, however, when I feel something cold and metallic press against my back. "Don't move," Trevor warns. "Don't even think about screaming."
My first instinct is to go for my purse. I remembered to bring my pocket knife. But he doesn't give me the time. "Keep your hands where I can see them, he orders. I have to comply. I hold my hands up, my crutches falling as I do so.
"Very good, Lilly. I'm glad you remember how to follow directions," He whispers smugly. "Now follow me. And don't try anything, or I'll blow your brains out," he growls. I have no choice but to obey. He begins leading me out of the backstage area.