Trent's POV
"I would love to." I said sitting up. Luckily Duncan didn't hit me too hard, there was no evidence he knocked me out.
"You see I came to visit Gwen, and when I did, I found her all cut up, bleeding, covered in scars, and bruised. I asked what happened and she told me her father…..sorry the man who has adopted her, beats her for no reason. We packed our bags, left a note, and ran away." I explained taking Gwen in a hug. "No one can know she is here. They will just give her back, and her life would be a bigger hell than it was." I said looking at her.
"Why do they think she was kidnapped then?" Courtney asked.
"I don't know. We clearly stated in her note, why she ran away." I said confused. Hello we like said he father was beating her. Why isn't he arrested?
"What do you plan to do?" Duncan said. "If they find her here, they will say you kidnapped her." He finished.
"We left no trail. They won't find us. And if they do, we tell them the truth." I said. I can feel Gwen slightly shacking under my arms. She was so strong on the island. Now, she's a braking china doll. I have to protect her.
"I don't believe you two. If what you're saying is true then why didn't you just call the police in the first place?" Courtney asked. Gwen shot up. She walked off the bed and over to Courtney. Gwen's walk was full of rage, as she stood directly in front of Courtney. Gwen raised her hand, Courtney flinched, thinking Gwen would strike her. Instead Gwen took off her chocker necklace. I even gasped at the sight.
Under he necklace was a long, red cut line. "This is what happened when I tried to call for help." Gwen growled pointing to her neck. Then to her arms. "And when I screamed to loud." The to another cut on her wrist, "And when I threatened him." The she lifted her shirt a little to show huge cuts across her stomach, "And when I ran outside in the middle of his 'disciple' as he called it. I won't cause trouble. I will cook, clean, and hide. All I want is to live." Gwen said her voice cracking slightly and she began to cry slightly.
"Even if this was a plan, do you think me, or Trent would have been able to cut me?" she said. Then she sat back down on the bed.
"Duncan we need to talk." She said walking outside with Duncan tailing. As soon as the door closed, I wrapped my arms around her. "Why didn't you show me the one on your neck?" I asked. She was crying again. "I- I- I- didn't w-wa-want you to- do----something---dumb." She choked out before completely braking down. "I didn't want to cause trouble. I just want to be free of the pain." She cried into me. "I'm so-" I cut her short
"Don't there is nothing for you to be sorry about. You're safe now. That's all that matters." I said hugging her tight. It sickens me, as if, losing her family wasn't enough she has an abusive father, and now no place to stay?
Courtney's POV
"I am not comfortable having them here. What if we get arrested for helping criminals?" I asked moving into the kitchen.
"They aren't criminals." Duncan said
"Still, runaways, we can get into trouble." I shrieked at him. I am not going to juvy fro harboring runaways.
"What do we do then? Send them out on the street? They have no one else. You saw Gwen. We can't let him find her. I am not worried about being caught; I am worried about them being found. If they find her, they'll send her back." He explained
I haven't thought about that. "Fine. But we should help her get justice instead of hiding." I explained.
Duncan just sighed. "Fine. But take it slow. I know what it's like to run and hide. But I was never beaten nearly to death." He said. I felt a little ashamed. No wonder I couldn't help but not want her here. I never knew what it was like. Duncan has, and Trent loves her so he feels her pain.
Then we walked back to the room, Trent was waiting outside.
"Guys, listen, we want to apologize. Thanks for the room offer, but we don't want you to do anything you don't want to. So, we'll stay at a hotel, until the press arrests her father. Ok?" He explained.
"Fuck that. You two are staying until you have to leave. We want to help." Duncan spoke up. It was so sweet that he wants to help a friend.
"Thanks. Are you sure?" Trent asked again.
"Of course it is. We want to help." I said. He smiled. I hope I am making the right choice here.