Will they find Kim? Will she be alright? What will happen when her dad has someone come by the house to check on her?
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Chapter 11: Trapped
JACK'S POV
We raced after them and I easily saw what Brody and Jerry were talking about with Tommy. He really was a good rider. Even with Kim in his arms passed out, he was flying low. He had a high performance Harley and I knew that no matter how bad I wanted to catch him, it wasn't going to happen because my Harley was built more for style, but I wasn't giving up.
We stayed with them for a while and then they started splitting up and went into the traffic of town. That is when we lost them. I felt like a part of me was gone instantly and I wasn't sure what to do next. I remembered the guys that were tied up at Kim's house and headed in that direction. I was going to get answers about where she was and I was going to get them now.
KIM'S POV (30 minutes later)
I started to wake up and had a horrible headache. As I stretched, I felt some pain in my back. I wasn't sure what was going on and then I remembered. It hit me in waves, each memory slapping me in the face with the reality that I had been taken by Dylan and his gang. I knew that once I opened my eyes, I would see my new reality and I wasn't sure that I was ready for that, but had to anyway. I blinked my eyes a few times trying to get them to focus, but I was in a really dark room. As far as I could tell, I was alone for now.
I stood up and looked around the room trying to find a way out. With every movement, I felt pain in my back but couldn't just stop looking. I was in a simple room with a single door that was locked from the outside and a very small window on one wall near the ceiling. It was boarded shut, but I thought that I might be able to work on it with some time. The room had a floor drain and a small vent on the outside wall, also. I only knew one thing, I was trapped…for now!
There were several boxes stacked up against one wall that I was going to have to go through to see what I could find. Other than that, there was nothing. I found my bag that I had packed laying by the door. I wondered if they had left all of my dad's stuff in it for me.
I unzipped it quickly and found his first aid kit so that was a plus. They had probably not even looked in it. I knew they took the knife from me and the insect repellant was still at my house in my room. My house. The thought hit me like a ton of bricks. What if my house was gone? What if my friends were hurt? I saw Jack and some of the other guys coming out the windows before I had let the darkness take me, but what about everyone else. I was hoping they were all alright and then I had to come back to reality because Dylan, Tommy, or any of their other guys could be in here any minute.
I tried to look at my back first to see how bad the damage was from the glass of my broken window. I took off my outer pajama top leaving just my tank on and could see that there were several cuts and some of them were pretty deep. I cleaned the cuts that I could reach and it burnt badly. I didn't think there was any glass in them, but I couldn't be sure. I put bandages on the largest ones and then looked to see what I had thrown in my bag that I could wear. I pulled out my jean cropped pants, a red shirt, and a denim jacket.
I made sure that I was alone and quickly slipped my pajama pants off and put the denim pants on. I rolled the bottoms up and then tried to pull my tank top off. It was stuck to my lower back in a few places where the blood from my cuts had dried and it hurt to pull on it. I heard the door behind me open and stopped what I was doing to turn around to face whoever was coming in.
Tommy came in the door with some food in his hands. "Hi, Kimmy. I am glad to see that you are awake. Are you hungry?" He asked while eating the sandwich he had in his hands.
I glared at him. "No, I am fine. Can you go so I can finish cleaning my wounds and changing?" I said coldly.
"Oh, now, Kimmy. Don't be like this! You stabbed me and I am not complaining." He said holding his bandaged arm out.
"You kidnapped me from my home. I think you deserved whatever you got." I snapped back.
"Well, you wouldn't even have all of those cuts if you had just listened to me and come quietly." He replied with a grin.
I glared at him furiously. He started to cross the room and I backed up instantly. "Come on. Let me look and see how bad they are." He said.
"I don't think so. I can handle it if you will just get out of here." I snarled.
"Fine. Be that way. But you are making a big mistake. I could have been your friend here, but not if you keep treating me like this." He said while laughing evilly.
"Just go, Tommy." I repeated as the door opened again.
"Tommy, you heard her. Leave the food here on this chair and go on." Dylan said more as a command then a request.
Tommy turned and looked at him and walked out of the room. As he was leaving, he winked at me which just made my blood boil. I looked at Dylan with the same disgusted look that I had given Tommy.
He crossed the room and I continued to back away. "Kim, you need to let someone look at your cuts to make sure all of the glass is out." He said trying to act concerned.
"I will be fine. Can you just give me some privacy so I can finish and get changed?" I asked.
"Let me just look." He said continuing to move closer to me.
I really didn't have anywhere to go and I didn't know how I could get away from him. He closed the gap between us and grabbed my arm as I tried to move to another part of the room. He pulled me to him and spun me around too quickly. My head was spinning and I felt like I was going to black out, but I didn't let myself. I had to stay awake and alert if I was going to survive this.
Dylan turned me around while I struggled against him and looked under the few bandages that I had put on. "See, there is glass in this one. You need to get it out." He said. "Sit down and let me clean these up for you."
I pulled away forcefully. "I don't think so, Dylan. I can do it myself if you will just get out and keep everyone out for a little while. I am not in the mood to debate this with you and I am not one of your guys who say how high when you tell them to jump. I want you to leave me alone. You have already done enough to me today." I said staring him in the eyes.
The weird thing is that I knew that my words actually bothered him in some way because I could see it in his eyes. Dylan just stood there looking at me in disbelief and then he finally spoke. "Kim, I only did what had to be done for us to be together." He said while reaching out and placing his hand lightly under my chin. "Those idiots that you were hanging out with wouldn't even let us talk and your dad took you away before we could try to work out what happened between us. This was the only way that we could both get things settled so that you can come back home with me." He was so serious and I didn't know what to say. He really believed that we could work this out!
"Dylan…" I started and he put his finger over my mouth to stop me.
"Don't say anything right now. I will give you privacy so you can clean out your wounds, but then you have to let me look at them to make sure that they completely clean." He said as he turned to leave the room. "You have 20 minutes." He added as he left.
He really is delusional. I waited until he had left the room and started working on my wounds more. I had to get my tank top off, but I knew it was going to be painful. I stepped behind the boxes in case Dylan didn't keep his word and someone came in. I put the collar of my denim jacket in my mouth and bit down. I reached over my head and gripped my tank top with both of my hands and just yanked it off as fast as I could. I was screaming instantly because the pain was a bit overwhelming, but the jacket mumbled it well.
JACK'S POV
We pulled up to her house and found Liam and all of his jock friends in the garage trying to grill Dylan's guys. I jumped off of my bike and walked straight up to them and started punching them. All of my anger was being taken out on these jackasses! It took both Brody and Jerry to pull me off of them.
I calmed down and walked back up to them. I bent down slightly to look them in the eyes and said, "Where did they take her?"
One of them looked at me and laughed. "You are not my boss and trust me if I tell you what you want to know, he will do way worse to me than you."
I grabbed him by the throat and turned him around squeezing his neck in my arm. I pulled my knife out from my boot and held it to his throat. I leaned down and snarled, "Trust me! You are wrong about who can hurt you worse!"
I could tell that I had shaken him up a bit, but one of the other guys started to say something. I quickly lifted one of my legs and kicked him in the face knocking him out before he could finish his sentence. This got all of their attention.
I squeezed around his neck tighter and said, "The most important thing to me is finding Kim. I don't care about anyone or anything else. I will do whatever I have to to find her. Now, who are you scared of more?"
He looked up at me and said, "The only thing I can tell you is that they didn't go far. They are still here in town somewhere."
I held the knife closer to his throat putting pressure behind it. "I swear. That is all they told us."
He squealed.
"How would they have somewhere here to hide Kim?" I asked.
"I don't know. They just said they had made some friends and were going to lay low there until they could go back home." He added.
"Friends…" I mulled that over in my mind. They haven't even been in town that long. Who could they have met? They have just been at the drive-in and then at Phil's… Phil's... PHIL'S, of course, Donna and Claire! They were all over Dylan and Tommy at Phil's. They are the ones helping these monsters.
"Jack, you want to share with the rest of us." Brody said.
I looked at him and grinned. "Donna and Claire!" Is all I said and all of my guys started nodding their heads.
Julie came in the garage behind me and looked shocked at the scene she walked in to. She walked over to me and put her hand on my shoulder. "You think my sister had something to do with Kim disappearing? I mean, she is a total butthole and hates Kim, but I don't think she would ever help someone really hurt another person." Julie said sadly.
"I didn't mean it exactly that way, Julie. I just think that these guys may have used your sister and Donna to find a place to hide out." I tried to settle things with her.
"I don't know." She replied.
"Well, do you know where they might be?" I asked.
"Yes, they are getting ready for the party at Donna's. Her parents are out of town and she is having a big party in about an hour. They are planning on partying all night." She answered.
"I guess we know where we are going to start." I said looking at my guys. We were just going to have to go to the party and see who and what we could turn up. We all headed home to change quickly so that we could go to the party. Donna has never been very good at keeping secrets from me. If she is involved in this, I will find out where Kim is and am going to make Donna pay.
KIM'S POV
I cleaned the cuts up and covered them with some bandages. I slid my red top on carefully and then put the denim jacket on over it. Just having these layers on touching the bandages, put enough pressure on the wounds that they were causing me some pain. I took two Tylenol from the first aid kit to try to ebb the pain slightly.
I knew that Dylan would be back in soon and I was not letting him get anywhere near me. I started searching through the boxes to see if I could find anything useful. There were all kinds of clothes which would come in handy if I had to be here long, but I am not planning on staying at all. I found some photos and started looking through them. I was shocked because they were pictures of Donna and her family, I guess. I looked at the clothes again and found an old cheer uniform with a name on it. I knew where I was, I was in…Donna Tobin's house. How is this possible? What in the world is going on here?
JUSTIN'S POV (MEANWHILE AT KIM'S HOUSE)
I had orders to go to the Commander's house and check on his daughter. It isn't that I minded doing this; but I wanted to go on the mission with the rest of our team, not just babysit. Although, if I had to babysit someone, I have to admit that Kim was very pretty.
I drove over to their house and as soon as I pulled up, I could see that something really bad had happened here. I jumped out of the car and ran up to the house. There was no one around, but there was broken glass everywhere and the porch had several burnt places that had been put out. The door had been boarded shut and then busted open.
I pulled my gun out and ran into the house. The inside of the house didn't look too bad until I went upstairs and saw what I think is Kim's room. It was torn up and there was blood on the carpet and some broken glass from her window. This is not good.
I came downstairs and used the phone to call this in to our offices. I was on the phone telling them what they needed to radio the Commander about and I heard voices in the garage. I walked out with my gun out and found 5 thugs tied up in the garage. They had been beaten up and looked pretty bad.
"What happened here?" I asked.
"We had a tea party." One of them said smartly.
I held my gun pointed at him and asked again. "What happened here and where is Kim?"
"There was a fight and Kim left with the winner. Now, can you let us go?" He asked.
"I don't think so. I will be back to deal with you punks." I said as I walked back in telling the officers what I had just found.
I hung up the phone and waited for our authorities to come and take these idiots in. I have to find the Commander's daughter and then maybe he will let me go on missions. I asked some of the neighbors what they had seen and then headed off in the direction they said the motorcycles had gone.
KIM'S POV
I continued to look for something useful, but at least I knew where I was and that was a start. I found a box with kitchen utensils in it and pulled a few out that might be helpful with getting out the window. The door opened again and I quickly closed up the boxes so that he wouldn't know what I was doing.
Dylan came in and looked at me. "Kim, can I look at your cuts to make sure you got them clean enough?" He actually asked which was totally out of character.
"I got them taken care of." I replied.
"Kimmy, don't be ridiculous. Let me see them now." He repeated more forcefully.
"Dylan, we went through this earlier. I am not someone that you can boss around. I am fine and I want to know when you are letting me go." I stated while glaring at him.
I could see the anger building in his eyes and knew that this could get really ugly. "Kim, I don't know why you have to push me like this. I am offering to take care of you and you just want to what? Run back to that poser, Jack, or is it the football dimwit?" Dylan was getting closer to me and I could feel my heart rate and breathing accelerate.
I looked at him and knew I had to diffuse this now. "Dylan, listen to me. I am fine, but I really do want to go home. I am all that my dad has. This has nothing to do with anyone else. I swear to you. I just don't want him to worry about me. Please try to understand that I am scared and want to go home. I don't even know where I am." I said trying to appeal to his caring side.
He grabbed my arm and yanked me over to him. "Don't give me that bullshit! You belong with me and you are going to be with me! Do you understand?" He said shaking me.
"Dylan, stop please! You are hurting me." I tried to get him to listen, but it was too late.
He took one of his hands off of my arm and I saw him clench it into a fist right before he started hitting me over and over again in the face. I heard someone else come into the room and felt arms grabbing me before I hit the ground. Everything went dark again.