Elle woke up with such a headache that it hurt to even open her eyes. Her hands were tied behind her back, the one arm that was broken had gone numb, and she felt the dried blood down her side and face. The gag in her mouth was cutting into the corners of her lips, she tried pushing it with her tongue, but it was no use, it was too tight.

She tried pulling on the ropes around her wrists, but once again, to no avail. She started looking around the dark room she was in, the sunlight was coming through a tiny window at the far end of the room, so she could see a little bit. Her feet were tied together and she knew in order to move around, she would have to at least untie her feet. So she laid on her back, letting out a small whimper when she laid on her broken arm. Then slowly she made her working arm drag the other one down her legs, and with one cry of pain, she took her hands around her feet.

She was sweating from the pain, and she felt nauseas, but she couldn't puke…not now she told herself. She started trying to untie the knot on her ankle with one hand, she fought for what felt like ever, and just when she thought of giving up it came loose. She almost cried with joy, but she had to move fast before those men came back.

She seen something shining underneath the steps, so she stumbled over there and looked…a pocket knife! One of the guys must have dropped it on their way out. She grabbed it then went back over to the corner and sat down, sawing away at the ropes around her wrist. Within minutes she had it off and was running to the window at the far side of the room, it was a little high up, but she could squeeze out of it. With her one arm tucked into her shirt, she reached up with the other one and jumped, pulling herself up as hard as she could. She was dangling there trying to figure out how to open the window without falling back down.

Then with excruciating pain, she pushed her broken elbow down to support her, she used her good arm to push the window open enough for her to get out. Then she pushed with all her might and got the upper half of her body out. Then she kicked the rest of her way out. Once she felt the soft grass under her body she wanted to start crying, but she knew she needed to get as far away from this house as possible, quick.

So she pushed herself off the ground and started running, she thought she heard some yelling coming from the basement, but she didn't dare turn around, she ran as fast as she could.

….

Juice was laying in his bed, staring at the ceiling. He was numb, they held a search party that day, they looked everywhere, the cops were still looking, and so were most of the guys. Clay had went home to Gemma, Jax went home to hold Abel and he came back to lie in the bed and just wait on the call.

He heard someone shuffling up the stairs, he just figured it was one of the guys going to bed, so he didn't pay any attention. Until his door flew open , he sat up and his mouth fell open. Leaning against the door frame was Elle.

She was holding her arm, and there was blood all over her, her breathing was heavy and ragged and then she just fell to the floor.

He jumped up from the bed and fell beside her, pulling her head into his lap. "Elle, Elle! Can you hear me?"

He started screaming for help and a sleepy Chibs came out of his room, took one look at the scene, then ran back in his room, grabbed his cellphone and came running to help Juice.

Chibs quickly told the ambulance what happened and then he started yelling at Juice, "Alright Boy, we gotta' stop all this bleeding, give me yer shirt."

Juice quickly ripped it off and held it to the bleeding coming from her ribs, Elle whimpered and he loosened up, "No, Juice, you hafta' put pressure on it, it's gonna hurt like hell, but that's the only way," Juice nodded his head and pressed down again and this time Elle squirmed. "Lovie, it's Chibs, can ya tell me what all is hurt on ya?"

Elle just moaned for an answer, "Elle darlin' I need ya to open yer eyes for me, can you look at me lovie?" Chibs said while taking her face in between his hands and making her face him.

She started coughing and a little bit of blood trailed out onto her lip, "Is she fucking dying? What's happening Chibs?"

"She's got a punctured lung, but she needs you to stay calm boy-o. Can you do that for me, for her?"

Juice just started shaking his head, still pressing on the gash on her side, he felt the tear well up in his eyes and bit his tongue as Opie came running up the stairs.

"Oh my God, Elle!" he kneeled down beside her head.

Chibs looked up from Elle's broken arm, "She's not responding, she needs to wake up, if she doesn't gain consciousness she might fade into a coma."

Opie stood and walked around and sat beside Elle's head and laid his hand on the side of her face that wasn't bruised and started running his hand through her hair, he leaned down and started whispering to her. "Babygirl, I need you to wake up for me, can you do that? Can you open your eyes and look at me?" Nothing… "Now Elle, you have to wake up ok? I need you here, you have to stay awake for me, for Gemma, for Clay, for Jax, for Juice…"

Juice searched her face for any sign that she could hear Opie, and when nothing happened he finally let those tears he'd been holding in spill over. He heard the ambulance sirens pull into the garage, Chibs ran down to meet them. "Opie, is she going to be ok?" he knew he sounded like a child, but he really needed to know.

"I don't know, kid…"

Then the medics ran upstairs and pushed Opie and Juice away from her, they slowly laid her on the stretcher and started hurrying back down to the ambulance with her, Opie rushed after them to ride the ambulance with her.

Juice sat there and stared at his hands covered in the blood of the girl he loved…