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Jordan glared across the car at Preston as he drove through the town. Her hand was gripping the phone and that hand was resting against the dashboard. Her other hand was against the seat and her back was against the passenger door. Preston had his left elbow resting on the door and his head was in his hand as he muttered to himself about how stupid he was.

" I'm so sorry." He was muttered. " I don't know why I grabbed you."

" One phone call, Dick. That's all it would take and you would be dead." She shook the phone at him, making Preston glance at it. " I could have you killed before you even know it's coming." His arm shot out. He snatched the phone from her and hurled it out the window. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at him.

" I said I was sorry!" Preston said.

" You stupid bastard!" She exploded and launched herself across the car at her.

" Watch what you're doing!" Preston yelled as she started pounding at him. The car jerked to the left then the right. Her fists came in contact with his arm, his neck, the side of his head. Preston coughed and tried to dodge her. He held up his arm to try and block her. " Stop it or we are going to wreck!"

" Fuck you! Wreck than! If I don't kill you, Jonathan will!" She screamed at him. Preston slammed on his brakes, sending her flying forward. Her head smacked off the windshield. " Ow! Son of a bitch!" She yelled as she grabbed it and sank down into the seat.

" Are you okay?" Preston asked quickly, reaching for her right away.

" Get away from me!" She yelled, wrenching away from him.

" I'm sorry. I told you to stop." Preston said.

" So you slam my head into a windshield." Jordan snapped. " No wonder your wife cheated on you." Preston sat back and looked away from her. His eyes started to burn with tears. She refused to look at him and after a few mintues, Preston turned away from her.

" Yeah, she did. With your boyfriend." He said as he started driving again.

" He wasn't my boyfriend at the time." Jordan muttered. Preston shook his head, once again letting his elbow come to rest on the door while he tilted his head and let it rest against his hand.

" I'm not going to hurt you." Preston said.

" Aside from banging my head against the windshield, you mean." Jordan muttered.

" You know I'm not the bad guy here!" Preston said. Jordan frowned and pulled her hand away from her head to check if it was bleeding. " Jonathan killed my wife!"

" Oh, he did not!" Jordan defended, looking over at him with a glare. " Jonathan won't do that! He's not a murderer, unlike you! You killed Art!"

" I didn't mean too! I lost control! I thought he was Jonathan! I wanted to rough him up but I just snapped! I'm sorry! I don't know what else to say! I can't even believe I did it!" Preston said in a panic.

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Jonathan drove in a panic. One hand held the steering wheel while the other grabbed at his hair. He cursed and yelled. He pulled himself up straight then sat back down. He pulled his hair then smacked his steering wheel. He yelled. How could he have been so stupid? Why hadn't he just made her stay at the cabin? What if Preston hurt her? What if he killed her?

" Mother fucker!" Jonathan yelled.

Jonathan drove to the one person he hoped could help him. He didn't know Marco but if the man could give them the things he had, then he had to be able to find Jordan. Maybe he had a tracking device on the phone he had given her. Jonathan didn't want to get anyone else involved in his shit but he didn't have a clue where Preston would take Jordan.

As Jonathan sped down Erika's road, he prayed they were home. He parked the car in front of the house because the driveway had two cars in it already and there wasn't any room for his car. One was Erika's and one was a car Jonathan didn't know. With his throat on fire and his stomach upset, Jonathan almost leaped out of the car. He flew up the drive way and over to the front door.

" Erika!" He yelled as he started to beat against it. " Open up! I need help!" A second later the front door flew open.

" What are you doing here?" Erika asked quickly. She grabbed Jonathan by his shoulders and yanked him in.

" Where is Jordan?" Mary asked, standing up from couch. For a minute, Jonathan was stunned. Sitting on the couch, next to Mary, was Sean. And he had been holding her hand.

" Something happen." Jonathan said, looking back to Erika.

" If you got her hurt or killed I'm going to kill you!" Erika snapped.

" She's not killed!" Jonathan defended.

" Why don't you calm down and tell us what happen." Sean said.

Jonathan looked over at him as he stood up and put his hands on Mary's shoulders. He drew her back and into his chest. Jonathan looked back to Erika. The three listened as Jonathan retold the story, the entire story. He paced Erika's living room while she stood by the door with her arms crossed over her chest. Mary had turned and put her arms around Sean's waist while he held her to him. Again, Jonathan was grabbing and pulling at his hair.

" Can your Marco find her?" He asked quickly. " I don't want him to do anything to Preston because that asshole is mine! I just need him to find her!"

" If she has the phone, yes." Erika said, pulling her own phone out of her back pocket.

" What is she doesn't?" Mary spoke up. " What if she lost it? You know she loses things all the time." Sean squeezed her and pressed his lips into her hair.

" Relax, baby doll. If there is one thing I learned about Jordan, she can handle herself. I'm sure she's beating the hell out of that guy right now." Sean whispered.

" Why the hell are you even here!" Jonathan snapped.

" Sean and I are dating now." Mary said.

" Isn't that against some rule you guys have?" Jonathan asked her.

" Jordan set us up." Mary defended.

" Marco! We need help! That guy kidnapped Jordan!" Erika said into her phone. For the first time since Jonathan flew into her house, her voice was starting to shake.

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" You can't keep me!" Jordan snapped. Preston put his hand into his pocket and pulled out a pill bottle.

" I know." He said, glancing down at it and remembering why he put it in there in the first place. They were Emily's sleeping pills. Preston had intended on taking them all when he saw the TV in his back bedroom was on.

" If my friends and Jonathan find you, they will kill you." Jordan snapped again. Preston frowned and popped off the lid of the bottle while he drove.

" What kind of friends do you have?" He asked.

" Bad ones." Jordan said. " One is in the mob."

" Fucking shit, are you serious!" Preston asked. Jordan smiled at the panic displaying across his face.

" You know the Vipers gang in town? Of my best friends lives with the leader. She snaps her fingers and he will come looking for me. You do not want to know what he will do to you. And if Jonathan finds you first..." She shook her head as Preston pulled into a vacant parking lot. He put his car in park then swiped up his water bottle.

" What is the hell is happening to me?" He asked, looking over at her.

" Shit. Shit is happening to you!" Jordan snapped.

" Forgive me for this." Preston said.

He rushed her at once. Jordan jumped back against the door. As Preston grabbed her, she started to screaming, punching and kicking. Preston grabbed her face, forced the pill down her throat then dumped water all over her face and mouth. He clamped her mouth shut and held her nose. Jordan bucked against him while he used his weight to try and hold her still, all the while muttering how sorry he was and asking her to forgive him. She shook her head and tried to fight him. On pure impulse, Jordan swallowed down the pill and water. Preston pulled back and let her go, receiving a punch to his jaw the second her arms were free.

" You whore!" She screamed, grabbing at her throat.

" It's not going to hurt you! I promise! It's just a sleeping pill. I just need you to sleep until I figure out what I'm going to do next!" Preston said.

" You made me take a sleeping pill!" Jordan screamed in disbelief.

" It won't hurt you! It was Emily's! In about half an hour, you will just fall asleep but you will wake up, I promise!" Preston said.

" Fuck you!" Jordan screamed, launching into another full fledged attack against Preston.

Together they fought in the front seat of his car. Well, she fought, he defended himself and covered his head. Her little fists rained down on him, hitting the top of his head, his neck, shoulders and arms. She screamed, pushed him and threaten his life. Preston repeated over and over again how sorry he was and how he never meant to hurt anyone. Pure adrenaline was pumping it's way through Jordan's system. Fight or flight had taken over and she was fighting.

But she was losing. Ten minutes in and her body was slowing. Her limps were getting heavier. She refused the sensation, refused to give to it. She started to slump down and sag. Panic and fear was replacing her anger. Half an hour, that's what he said. Preston said a half an hour and she would get tired, not ten minutes. What was happening to her? As she sagged down against him, she must have asked that because he said,

" It's the adrenaline. It's making your body process the pill faster." His arms circled her and he guided her down so her head was in his lap.

" You're...you're...gonna...die." She breathed out as her eyes went heaver and heaver. She would not fall asleep. She would not give into the darkness. ' Fight, fight, fight, fight.' She chanted silently. But even to her, the words were coming out slow.

Preston watched her eyes fight to stay awake while he ran his hand through her hair. He reassured her over and over again that she would fine. Jordan's entire body shuddered then completely relaxed. Her left arm slipped off the seat so it was hanging loosely. Her head looped to the side and she started to breath slow and deep. Preston sighed and looked out his windshield. He covered his face and shook his head.

" What is wrong with me?" He asked.

With Jordan settled in his arms, Preston made his way to the trunk of his car. He pushed it open then carefully set her inside it. The last thing he needed was to get pulled over with a pass out girl in his front or back seat. The trunk was empty, so she could be comfortable. She would sleep over the next few hours while Preston figured out his next move. He wasn't going to hurt her but he couldn't just let her go, not yet.