I want to thank you all for reading my works. i enjoy writing. As some of you know I am an Author so you can check our my stuff on Amazon under my name Rontora Nolan.

i know that you guys are wondering why Brian got off with basically a slap on the wrist. While domestic violence is not ignored, when there are no witnesses, the attacker has no prior history of violence and he or she is basically gets a free pass. Even if they are given a restraining order unless the victim is watched 24/7 there is no guarantee they are protected. Please the moment someone puts their hand on you tell someone. Men can be abused just as much as women.

I hope you enjoy this next chapter.

The room was stunned in silence. Sam saw read as Santana grabbed her purse cussing in Spanish. Kurt had to block the door to stop her from leaving. Mercedes sighed deeply. "I was going to tell you earlier but then I started to panic and I needed air. Please don't be mad."

Sam grabbed her hands. "Oh I am mad but not at you. I'm mad at this whole damn justice system. I am mad that, that man basically got off and now he is threatening you. I want him to come after you because when he does."

She cut her off. "This is what I wanted to avoid. I don't want you to put your hands on him, he is not worth it."

Santana moved closer to her. "Oh it would be plenty worth it for him and his crazy ass sister to get their asses beat. If they wanted a war they got it. He is in jail for another 15 days so let's use that to our benefit."

Kurt moved closer once he was sure Santana wouldn't bolt out of the room. "So what does that mean?"

"It means." Santana said smiling. "We set they asses up. The moment he gets out he might lay low but men like him. Men who feel their ego get bruised will fall again, and when he does we will be there to knock him the hell out."

Mercedes sighed. "I don't want to keep dealing with this. There is a restraining order against him. Maybe he will be smart and just walk away."

"Cedes this man sent his sister to threaten you. He's not about to let this go."

The nurse walked in with a smile. "Are we ready to get discharged?"

Fourteen days came and went to fast for Mercedes taste. While she and Sam grew closer, the fear grew within her too. She changed her phone a week after she got home. Someone kept calling her and hanging up. Little notes were sent to her email account and she became scared all the time.

Sam, Puck and Blaine along with Kurt and Santana, began taking shifts to be with her. If she were to leave the house she was never to be alone. She was grateful for the help she just couldn't stop the feeling like she was putting everyone in danger.

She awoke this morning as she did often wrapped in Sam's arms. He was still fully clothed and she wondered if he just passed out as soon as he got in. Looking at the time and seeing quarter past 8. She hated feeling like she was the cause of his stress. He worked full time at the restaurant and he was watching her on his time off. All of her friends going above and beyond and she knew it was all her fault.

Watching him sleep she realized she was crying. She had fallen in love with him and the one thing she wanted to do was protect him. She wiped her eyes sighing as she laid on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her tighter on instinct. Hearing her phone go off. She kissed Sam on the cheek gently and rolled over to check her phone. He stirred only a moment before falling back to sleep.

It was a private call. She hit ignore. She never answered them before this mess started she would be damned if she did it now. She sighed angrily as they called again. Hitting ignore again she sat up from the bed smoothing out her pajama's and running her hands through her hair. She wanted to do something nice for Sam. She had practically moved in with him. Basically had some clothes in his closet and drawers. Toiletries in the bathroom.

Her phone went off and she noticed a message.

18667943847: Ignoring your phone is rude.

Mercedes: Who is this?

18667943847: I've been watching you

Mercedes: please stop texting me.

18667943847: you think you can get away with what you did? I was hired to pay you back for what you did and I will pay you back in full.

Mercedes: I don't know who this is and I don't care leave me alone.

18667943847: Oh Mercedes you know who this is. I have two words for you. Monster Truck.

Mercedes put the phone down refusing to respond to it. Her mind running back to a year ago. Back when Brian told her about his childhood best friend who grew up to become a hit man. They called him the Monster Truck because no one was safe in his path. her phone went crazy with messages.

18667943847: I'm watching you

18667943847: Are you scared yet?

18667943847: I'm watching you

18667943847: are you scared yet?

Mercedes: if you don't leave me alone I will go to the cops

18667943847: I'm watching you Mercedes Jones. I'm also watching Sam Evans

18667943847: Santana Lopez

18667943847: Kurt Hummel

As the list of names ticked off she felt sick to her stomach.

18667943847: I see I have your attention. Meet me at 1796 Bradshaw Ave. In an hour or I will pay each and every one of your life a visit.

18667943847: Come alone

Hands shaking she responded "Fine" to the text. She looked over to Sam she knew she should tell him but she had to protect him, she had to protect all of her friends. From what Brian told her he enjoyed torture. He enjoyed inflicting pain. Brian saved his life once which meant that he owed him. Mercedes walked out of the room picking up her phone and walking across the hall to her room. She sighed scared for her life. If Monster Truck was after her then Brian went to him to collect.

Sam awoke to an empty bed. He looked at the time 9:30. He sat up walking into the living room, frowning when he didn't see her. He walked across the hall knocking on her door. When she didn't answer he used his spare key seeing her apartment empty he went to his room grabbing his phone. After a few rings Santana answered.

"Hey Sam what's up?"

"Hey is Mercedes with you?"

"No I we were going to meet up around 12. Why she isn't with you?"

"I got in around 2 this morning and she was in bed but I just woke up and she is gone. I don't know where she is."

Santana exhaled heavily. "Go into her apartment."

"I already checked."

"I said go into her apartment."

Sam sighed. "Ok."

He walked into her apartment and looked around. "What am I looking for?"

Santana sighed. "When we were 17 I was almost abducted. We had went to Florida for spring break and we met these guys. I was still in my denial phase and Mercedes told me not to go. She said it was my choice and she wouldn't stop me but if I was going then I didn't mean anything to her and the charm bracelet we gave each other meant nothing. She said if I really felt I was right in meeting guys we didn't know in a strange place then leave it on the table and in the morning if I wasn't there she would leave without me. I didn't go and the next day we found out they abducted this other girl."

"So she basically saved you?"

"Yes so whenever we do something stupid that the other has told us not to or would tell us not to we leave the bracelet. If I left it and I was wrong I owed her a charm if I was right she would owe me one."

"So you think she left?"

"Or did something stupid. It would be somewhere obvious. The more obvious the more stupid or in this case dangerous."

Sam looked at her coffee table seeing a silver bracelet. "Damn it!"

"What?"

"Does it have an M, S, 3 hearts and 4 charms on it?"

"Yeah I screwed up more than she. Where did she leave it?"

"Coffee table."

"Damn it! I'm on my way."

Mercedes realized she made a mistake the moment she stepped foot into the address. The house seemed normal enough. Entering the house she met with Monster Truck. He smiled at her sweetly.

"Brian was right. You can't resist saving your friends."

"Why am I here?"

"Have a seat." He said sweetly. He frightened her by the way he was acting. From what she heard about him she knew this was the calm before the storm. Living up to his name he was big and tall. He hovered over her. She sat down in his stylish living room wondering why he wanted her to meet him here.

"So I bet you are wondering what is going on? Well here is the break down. Brian is hurt and angry that you in his words betrayed him and beat him down without warning. He feels you need to pay for your sins against him."

"I don't care what Brian feels. Here is the deal he came after me and I defended myself. So it that is all."

"Except it's not. Brian is my best friend and he asked me to take care of you and I will. Me meeting with you is just a formality."

Mercedes stood. "You know what? No. I came here I played your little game now I am done. You leave me alone you leave my friends alone this is over."

Mercedes walked to the door and heard a clicking sound. She turned to see a gun facing her. He laughed.

"I didn't want to have to use this but you are very stubborn like Brian said you would be. Now it is either you or your friends. I have their addresses."

"You're bluffing."

He smirked pulling out a paper with his free hand. He handed it to her. She gasped seeing the name of all her friends and their addresses. He laughed evilly. "I have it all figured out. Brakes go bad on Ms. Lopez's car. A Kitchen Fire at Mr. Evan's restaurant. For Mr. Hummel and Ms. Cohen-Chang since they live together an unfortunate break in. DO I need to go on? None of them survive then I return for you."

"How do I know you won't go after them once I'm gone?"

"I won't need to."

Mercedes knew running was no option if he didn't shoot her then he would go after her friends and Sam. She felt tears come to her eyes.

"What do what do you want me to do?"

"I want you to head towards the kitchen. That way." He said pointing the gun behind him. She did as she told her and when he told her to walk down a flight of stairs she stifled a scream seeing the site before her.

A chair with four handcuffs sat in the middle of the room on top of a blue tarp. She saw an array of tools, needles and medical supplies off to the side. There was a couch and small bath room. She stopped in her tracks the gun stabbing her in the back.

"Keep going and sit in the chair."

"And if I don't?"

"Let's get one thing clear right now. I talk you comply. If you do not do as I tell you I will punish you. Three strikes and the game is over."

Tear slid down her eyes and he smiled. "Oh and save the water works. It doesn't work. I don't care if you cry or beg. I just want to do my job. And that is to torture you for thirty days in jail. Torture you for busting my dude up. And torture you for breaking his heart."

She wiped her eyes. "Are you going to kill me?"

She saw joy light up his eyes at her question. "I don't know yet."