Billy Don's Ford

Chapter 14 - Won't Somebody Come Take Me Home?

A/N - Hello guys, poor Lola in this chapter =[ If this was real I'd probably be crying! And Grr I made myself hate RJ more than ever whilst writing this!

DISCLAIMER: Bruno Heller owns the mentalist and all its storylines, characters, etc. This chapter's title is from "I'm With You" by Avril Lavigne =].

When Lola Lisbon opened her eyes she immediately knew that something was wrong, she wasn't in the little bungalow with her Mom and Patrick, she was in a small, cold, concrete room. She shivered and from behind her a cold laugh echoed around the room.

Lola jumped and turned around, she wasn't surprised to see the man they had met in the street in Fort Jones sitting on the edge of the bed she was chained too, John Don, aka Red John, aka her father was smiling at her in a cold, twisted way that was seriously creepy.

"Why did you bring me here?" She asked, sounding a lot braver than she felt, she looked the man right in the eye with a fierce glare, but he just laughed humourlessly.

"I just wanted us to have a little chat." John said casually as he stood up from the bed.

"Do you normally kidnap people and chain them up so you can have a little chat with them?" Lola asked, adding, "Wow I'd love to be one of your friends." She was being sarcastic, but it didn't seem to faze the man, he just smiled, "You're very like your Mother."

"Whats it to you if I am?" Lola asked fiercely, she was very confident considering that she thought this man was going to kill her soon.

"Oh I don't care about you or your Mother at all." John said, "Both of you ruined my life." He continued, walking to the opposite side of the room and leaning against the wall, "If it hadn't been for your stupid Mother I would never have had to leave Fort Jones, you forced me out of my own town, both of you!" He exclaimed, his voice rising as he scowled at Lola like a child.

"We didn't do anything, you left of your own accord." Lola argued, not backing down now, she was too far gone to back down now.

"I didn't leave of my own accord girl!" John shouted, not moving from his position leaning against the wall, "Your stupid Mother had to go get herself knocked up! And then she expected me to stay with a child?" He scoffed as if expecting such a thing was stupid, "What would I want with a disgusting child?" He looked at her with such disdain that it made anger flair up in the young girl.

"My mother wasn't stupid then and she isn't stupid now!" Lola yelled in an outburst of anger, "It was your fault you left Fort Jones! Because you were too stupid and immature to look after a baby! It wasn't her fault and it definitely wasn't mine!"

At Lola's outburst John became angry, he walked forward slapping her cheek so hard the noise echoed around the little concrete room, "How dare you speak to me like that?" He asked, his voice quiet and dangerous, "I'm your father!"

"You've never acted like you care before, why the hell should you care now?" Lola asked, not taking her fiery gaze away from his as she said, in the same quiet tone, "You're no father of mine."

John watched her for a moment longer and then slapped her again, but Lola didn't cry or even flinch, she just glared at him more, "Why am I here? You gonna kill me?" She asked.

John turned away from her and laughed, once again it was bitter and held no humour, "Don't be stupid child, I'm not going to kill you…yet." He added as he turned around to face her.

"So I'm the bait for a trap right?" She asked, she was smarter than most people knew, she had a knack for spotting hidden agendas, it was a talent that (according to Mark) meant she would do well with the police.

"Very good." John said, but in a patronising tone, as if he was speaking to a little girl.

"Patrick isn't going to fall for it." Lola said, catching Johns attention, she was smarter than even he knew, he who thought he knew everything.

"No." John agreed, "He's going to know it's a trap."

Lola frowned, "Then why do it if you know it won't fool him?" She asked.

John laughed again, the sound sending a shiver down Lola's neck as it echoed through the room, "You have a lot to learn. Mr. Jane will know I'm planting a trap for him, but he's in love with your Mother, he'll do anything to save her precious daughter."

Lola's eyes widened, she saw what he was doing, he was going to give Patrick an ultimatum, give himself up or give up her life, but would he do it? More confident than she felt Lola said, "He won't come."

John shrugged, "If he doesn't come, you die." He said casually, taking a knife out of his pocket and running his finger along it as if stroking an animal, God this man was so sick, so so sick.

"You know," John said thoughtfully, looking up at the teenager, "You'd be good working with me." Lola made a face and John smirked, "You're smart and have good initiative, you'd do well with me, I could give you so many opportunities." He looked into her eyes and saw disbelief, anger and hatred in them, "So, what do you say Miss Lisbon?" He asked, fingering the knife in a very eerie way as he looked at her.

"You killed Patrick's family." Lola said, her voice shaking with anger, "I would rather die than work with you." She spat at him.

John just laughed in that creepy serial killer way of his, "Pity." He said, walking towards her with the knife, "I can't kill you yet, but I can make sure you know I'm a serious threat." He said thoughtfully, "I wonder, should I cut off a finger?" He asked himself as he stood over Lola.

Lola was terrified but she would never let John see that, she just glared up at him, he smirked and plunged the knife into Lola's leg, pain seared through her and she bit down on her lip so hard it drew blood but she didn't scream, she wouldn't let him have that satisfaction.

John seemed disappointed that he hadn't gotten a reaction so he dragged the knife through Lola's leg a little, slowly so it hurt all the more, she tried so hard not to scream that her lip stung and tears fell, but in the end she yelled in pain and John stopped, he pulled the knife out of her leg and grinned, "Think about my offer." He said, wiping the blood off the knife with a napkin and putting it back in his pocket.

With another creepy smile at her he left the room and Lola breathed a sigh of relief, for a second she lay back on the bed and breathed, getting her breath steady and calming herself down but then she moved her leg by mistake and pain seared through it again, she yelped in pain and pushed herself into a sitting position. At this moment in time Lola was so glad she had done a first aid course at her local college before she had spent her summer working with Andrew on the police force, she checked that there wasn't any cameras and pulled out her tiny pink Swiss army knife from the secret pocket on the inside of her jeans. Mark had always been so protective, he bought her the girly knife hoping she would never need it, but she was so glad that she had it as she used it to rip a piece of her top off, her t-shirt now no longer covered her lower tummy but she needed to do something to the wound on her leg. Wincing in pain Lola cut away the part of her trouser leg where the cut and all the blood was, the cut was about 3 inches long and didn't look too deep, but it would still need stitches and she didn't carry them around with her. Remembering her course she spat on the wound to clean it out and stop infection before wrapping the piece of her T-Shirt tight around it, she grimaced as she pulled it tight and tied it before falling back onto the bed exhausted with the effort, God she hoped there was some way her Mom and the CBI team could find her.

The main question spinning around in her head wasn't about whether or not the team would figure out where she was, no, it was about Patrick. Would he sacrifice himself to save her or would he leave her to die? And what had Red John said about Patrick being in love with her Mom? If that was true would he do anything for her, and therefore her daughter? And if he loved her so much why had he been pushing her away? Lola was an observant person and it seemed that her Mom wanted to be close to Patrick but whenever she got close to that goal he would push her miles away and it would all start over again, did that mean that she loved him too? And the last question Lola asked herself before the blackness drowned out all her thoughts; had she single-handedly ruined both of their lives?

TO BE CONTINUED.

A/N - Aghhh poor Lola! RJ is so mean, I didn't know if I should have made Lola more scared, I mean I know she would be scared but I think she's a lot like Lisbon so she wouldn't let RJ see her fear.

Anyways, hope you enjoyed this chapter!

Thanks for Reading! xxx