Hey guys and gals, so I know it's been FOREVER since I updated. I'm sorry. And it really sucks that after I wrote that, I felt like I've written that before, which is sadly true. It's just, this story is really hard to write, for me anyway. So, just warning you now, that Chapter 12 will be the last chapter. I know it's short, but I just don't feel like writing this story anymore. But I don't want to leave you all high and dry, so I'll write an ending, hopefully you'll like it. See you at the end.
(Beginning of Chapter 11)
"Christina honey? Can I come in?" Morgan asked sympathetically through the door. After waiting for about ten seconds, he heard a click, which meant she had unlocked it. Walking into the room, he saw the tissues scattered everywhere, along with a broken mirror.
He looked over at her, and saw her bandaged hand. "Christina! What'd you do!?" He exclaimed, grabbing her arm and examining the cloth-covered hand.
"N-Nothing...don't worry about me...we've got bigger problems to deal with..." She stuttered out, stumbling across the room.
Morgan examined the room, and saw two open wine bottles on the floor.
He grabbed her by the shoulders, and looked into her eyes. "Are you drunk?"
Christina sputtered out, "No!" before nearly collapsing, but managed to hold onto Morgan for leverage.
He could smell her breath for miles, she was definitely drunk.
"After ten whole years...Christina...ten years and not one drink...how could you do this?" He asked sympathetically.
"Be-Because! Our k-kids are gone!" She yelled, tears forming in her eyes. "T-They're gone! A-And I don't know if we're gonna g-get them back!"
Morgan's look of sympathy turned into a look of sadness. He embraced her in a tight hug, and said, "I love you Chrissy...but we gotta be strong, we can't give up now. Not like this..."
Emma wondered down the road, searching for Luke, her feet all sore and bloody from walking along the gravel road for about half-an-hour. Not even feeling the pain anymore, her feet had gone numb. She was going in the complete opposite direction Luke had gone, if she had gone the right way, she would have found Luke in about five minutes, along with Tony.
Miles in the opposite direction, Tony pulled out of Luke, having released his specimen into him numerous times already. Luke laid there as he climbed off of him, zipping up his pants, while he threw Luke's bloody sweatpants in the backseat, leaving him naked on the seat.
"You got quite a tight ass Luke...I'll be sure to use it more often..." Tony admitted, smirking as he continued to drive down the road.
"So I guess Peter must be looking for you..." He added.
Luke still didn't talk, he was in complete shock, traumatized to the very core. Tony didn't mind, he didn't really fancy having a conversation, especially with the boy he just raped. He pulled into the driveway of the house, and grabbed Luke, and carried him bridal style up to the house. The poor boy didn't have any fight in him, he could barely speak.
Tony kicked the door open, and flopped Luke right onto the couch. "Peter!" Tony yelled out, no answer.
Luke watched as Tony ran up the stairs, now was his chance. He worked up every single ounce of energy in his body, and ran for his life. He didn't care that he was naked, he just ran. At the end of the driveway, he heard Tony scream, probably finding Peter's body. The fear made Luke run even faster, down the road, the way Emma had gone, he was screaming for help. His arms flailing all around. Tears streaming down his face, and down his neck. Somebody needed to drive by, they just had to.
Then suddenly, he was tackled from behind. He screamed bloody murder, but he quickly stopped after realizing it was Emma.
"W-What are you-" He managed to get out, before she covered his mouth.
"Shut up!" She hissed, still sitting above him. Luke found this very awkward considering he was naked.
She got up, and dragged the boy into the woods, shuffling him behind a large tree. He was still riddled with pain, whether from where he was raped, or when his face was slammed against the glove compartment.
"I'm sorry I don't have any clothes for you..." She stated, watching him shiver from the cold.
He didn't talk to her, tears still streaming down his face. He didn't really know what to say to her anyway, she was obviously losing it.
But then suddenly, a truck came driving by. Both children ran for the road, screaming for help. The truck stopped, and they hopped in, and it took off.
"Hello?" Jessie asked into the phone, in seconds, she screamed with joy, thanking the person over twenty times. Morgan and Christina charged down the stairs, and she said, "They found them!"
(End of Chapter 11)
Okay, so very easy way to end it off at, I know. I'm sorry. And you also might notice some stories are no longer there, just look on my profile page, and read the attention notice near the top of the page. Again, I'm sorry. But I'll still be writing stories, so don't worry about that. Also, I'm sorry this chapter was really short. The next and final one WILL be longer. I swear. And it will be up soon, not in a few months or anything. By soon, I mean soon. You can guarantee that.
