Hi guys, I'm sorry for the long wait, but here is the next chapter, enjoy reading:D

Chapter 10: So many miles between us now

I have never felt so alone and helpless when one of my kidnappers was about to rape me. He almost succeed if one of the other kidnappers weren't home and hadn't dragged him off me. I felt relieved that not all where just like that pig and also didn't approve that kind of behavior.

Soon the kidnapper was dragged off me I took in a few deep breaths, curled up while pressing my jacket against my chest. Not that anything of my body was exposed. I still had my sweater and shirt on but it felt comforting hugging something, though it even was a jacket.

A sharp pain stings through my thy, realizing the second kidnapper had sat down beside me and inspected the cut on my leg, which turned out deeper than either of us had expected. My heart leaped when he told my attacker they had to take me to a hospital to get it stitched. This could mean an change for me to escape.

Happy that I had a change to get out of this mess but, also because I didn't have any strength in my body left to fight I let the kidnapper pick me up in his arms and carry me out the door.

We went up a small stair to the main level, realizing they indeed kept me prison in the basement. While walking through a large and empty hall I heard quick footsteps coming toward us and I froze. Scared that it would be the attacker again.

"What happened?" the voice asked that belong to the footsteps and I realize it's the younger kidnapper. Did I imagine it or was there a slight worry in his voice.

"He just couldn't help himself, the bastard" the kidnapper who hold me scowled through his teeth and his head signaled to the first kidnapper, still laying unconscious on the cell floor. "I have to take her to the hospital."

The young kidnapper opens the door for us and, walks with us up to their van and helps him getting me inside. I flinch slightly as he sat me down in one of the passenger seats and straps the seat-belt.

"Do you want me to come in case she gets feisty again?" the young kidnapper asks and a few seconds later he sits down behind us and I realize he must have nod because I hadn't heard a reply.

It wasn't a long drive to the hospital and the wound kept bleeding, though I tried to hold as much pressure on it as possible. And the pain didn't wear off either, just kept pounding and sharp sting's went through my thy.

Along the way the guy who saved me kept telling me some possible details that I could use as excuse in case one of the doctor's might ask too many questions. I could just pick one of those but I wasn't allowed to tell the real reason or even give them a slight hint of me being kidnapped.

I just nod obeyed while fighting against the nosia feeling that started in my stomach. I also felt dizzy now, meaning I had lost way too much blood.

They park their van in the parking lot and the young kidnapper carry's me into the elevator while the other guy stays at the vehicle. Soon as the elevator reached the hospital main floor and the doors open the young man asks a male nurse, to help him with me. The man immediately brings a stretcher and he lies me down on it.

"Can I stay with her? She's my niece" the young kidnapper says to the male nurse as he rides the … inside an empty room. He just nod as reply, then hands him some bandage and orders him to keep pressure on the wound while he would get a doctor.

The man leaves and while waiting, keeping pressure on the wound the kidnapper starts to apologize to me for how they have threaten me the past few days.

"Well, then let me go!" I grin through my teeth and flinch in pain when another sting goes right through the wound.

The guy was just about to reply but got interrupted once the doctor walked inside and asked me for my name. I didn't reply, just looked challenged at the kidnapper to leave the reply to him. After all he had told the other guy I was his niece.

The doctor looks questioned over to the young guy, waiting for a reply but all the guy did was looking at me. A beg full look in his eyes and slightly mouthed at me for help.

"Well, maybe you can tell me later, after I called the cops" the doctor said, looking suspicious from the guy over to me. "And maybe it might be better if you wait in the waiting room while I check on her wound and wait for the police to arrive."

The young men stands up slowly, looking at me with a sad look in his eyes but I just look away. I didn't really know what to do. I really wanted a way out and escape but soon as the guy would leave there might be a change he would go back to the van and tell the other kidnapper what happened. Then I would be in some real trouble.

"Cat!" I reply shortly and the doctor gives me a questioned look. "My name is Cat, and I really would like him to stay."

The young men sits down, sighing relieved and smiles gently at me. His way of a thank you I suppose.

The doctor starts cleaning the wound, stitched it up and was just about to do bandage on it when suddenly his beeper went off. He just quickly glances over to it, told us he had to go to an emergency so he would ask another nurse to finish the bandage.

I just shrugged and the doctor left, heard him outside asking someone for another nurse to help me.

Suddenly I saw a stretcher passing by my room with a young boy laying on it, unconscious. At first I didn't recognize him but then I hear Alfred's worried voice, telling the doctor the boy had slipped and bumped his head on the poolside.

My heart stopped beating for a moment. Forgetting in what kind of situation I was I almost screamed Bruce's name but then I saw the girl. The same girl that was with him in the alley.

A jealous sting went through my heart. Bruce wasn't even missing me. Our sudden meeting in the alley didn't mean anything to him. Tears start to fill my eyes but I quickly fight against them. I didn't cry much, wasn't planned to start with it now. Especially not in front of one of my kidnappers.

I look away from the door, noticing the young kidnapper moving closer toward me. He placed one of his hands gently on my wounded leg, looking me in my eyes. Again I read worry in it.

"I'm fine!" I snap angry, slapping his hand from my knee. Just about the same time as a nurse walks in, telling us she would put some bandage on the wound.

A few minutes later she was finished, told the guy he had to clean the wound twice a day and put new bandage on it. He just nods as reply.

"You can sit here until you feel well enough to leave" the nurse says, smiling gently at me before leaving the room again.

The young kidnapper helps me off the stretcher and while leaning on him we leave the room, making our way back to the elevator that leads to the parking lot. While doing so I could see nurses and doctors run in and out a room. Also I noticed the girl coming out of it, crying and making her way to the lady's room.

The elevator door opens and the young man tries to push me gently into it but I keep standing in my tracks. Keep looking at the room, wondering whether to hit my kidnapper and make a run to the room while screaming for help.

"We really have to go" the man says trying another attempt to get me in the elevator. I still don't co-operate.

"Just let me…" I say slowly, almost in a whisper and look him in the eyes. Then I look over to the room again while a tear escapes from one of my eyes.

"Steve would be really mad if we don't hurry" he replies. I give him a questioned look. "The guy who did that to you" points at my thy.

"I could tell that doctor everything once you were out the room but instead I'll let you stay so just let me…" I point at the room.

"Fine" he replies, helping me up to the room. "But no tricks, okay?"

I don't reply, just look through the bedroom window at the bed where lies the helpless, still unconscious Bruce. Doctors are busy with cleaning a bleeding wound on the back of his head while Detective Gordon and Alfred stands aside watching. Worried looks on both faces.

"Can I help you?" a stern male voice asks and I feel my kidnapper flinch up a bit. I look over and notice an old man standing beside us, worried look in his eyes. "Do you know Bruce Wayne?"

"No!" my kidnapper replies for me. "She's just resting for a moment. Her thy you see" points at my wound. The old man just nods as he understands it. Gently my kidnapper pushes me back away from the room while I look inside of it one more time.

Bruce's eyelids tremble slightly, like he's waking up.

I just want to stay and look, but then my kidnapper picks me up in his arms and walks back toward the elevator doors, stepping inside and wait until it reaches the parking lot level.

"You took your time!" The other kidnapper who waited for us steps outside the van, holds the door open while the younger one sat me down in the seat again.

"You know what doctors are like, Dwayne" he just replies and sits down behind us again while Dwayne sits down behind the steering wheel again and drives out the parking lot.

My eyelids start to become heavy, and while trying to keep them open as long as possible to memories all the streets we pass in case I might get another change to escape. But I couldn't hold them open for much longer and a few minutes later I fell asleep.

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