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Chapter 25

My Angel

Jack'pov.

The warm summer wind played with her soft locks, making them dance over her shoulders. Her deep brown eyes met mine and I smiled as she stirred a tingling feeling to life inside of me. She almost looked supernatural as she stood there in the middle of the meadow, the sun's rays bouncing off of her, making her shine.

"You look beautiful." I said. She smiled and took my hand, pulling me closer to her. The tingling feeling in my body increased, as I was so close to her now I could feel her breath upon my skin. Tilting her head slightly backwards she started to close the gap between us. Not being able to wait for her, I leaned in too, meeting her halfway. I barely had time to even touch her lips though before a firearm echoed through the air, making me jump.

Kim slumped lifelessly against me. Confused I wrapt my arms around her before she could fall to the ground.

"Kim?" She didn't respond. "Kim?!" Her body got heavier in my arms and I struggled to hold her up. "Kim please."

Thick liquid sipped from her back and slipped through my fingers. I slowly brought my hand up so that I could see it. The crimson red blood that covered most of it made me panic. "No Kim…!" My knees gave in under me and I sank to the ground, still holding on tightly to my love, as everything around us turned dark. The wind grew stronger matching the storm that had erupted in my heart. "Kim please, wake up." Tears were starting to form in my eyes.

Blood was now pouring out of her back and created a pool beneath us. I put my hand over the wound, desperately trying to stop the blood from leaving her body. No matter how hard I tried though, more blood kept coming as the wound seemed to grow. Kim's body started to slip out of my embrace. "No, no…" I tried to tighten my grip and bring her up again, but my hands and arms were stuck. I struggled to be able to reach her, but the more I struggled the more pain shot through my wrists. "No Kim!" She finally fell down to the ground and all I could do was watch as she slowly got soaked in her own blood. "Kim!".

"KIM!" I screamed. The wind and the darkness quickly disappeared, however my inability to move did not. Still not fully awake I panicked and started to pull on my restrains violently.

"Shut it, boy!" A deep voice growled from above me. In the corner of my eye I saw something coming in my direction. I closed my eyes, cringing just as it hit me on my shoulder, causing pain to erupt through it. I stopped moving immediately. Tears found their way down my cheek as everything came back to me. My hands were still chained to the wall in front of me with no way of escaping, the gashes around my wrists reopened from my uncontrolled struggles just seconds earlier. I was still under the control of a mad man, who constantly kept hurting me and worst of all; Kim was and will remain gone forever.

The realization hit me hard and I hid my face in her cardigan, as soft sobs escaped my lips.

The item that'd just been thrown at me, slid down and landed on the floor between me and the wall. It was a book. I paid it no greater attention though, too upset to care.

Behind me I could hear him getting out of bed. It was pretty light in the cabin, which meant that it was early in the morning. I'd come to hate the mornings, since they only meant that I would have to spend yet another day filled with fear, pain and sorrow in this godforsaken place. I never knew if I would survive until night came. When it finally did, I was usually all worn out and I fell asleep from exhaustion. I didn't mind sleeping though. It was the only time I could escape this place for a brief moment and hide in my own dreams. But now even my dreams were disturbing me. The image of the dying Kim flashed before my eyes and I couldn't help but whimper.

"Didn't I tell you to shut up?!" He hissed in a way only Alan did. I scooted closer to the wall and away from the man that scared me more than anything in this world, still hiding my face in the soft garment as if that would keep me safe. Just my luck to wake up with Alan…

My whole body tensed, as I heard him approach me.

"You'll never learn, do you?" He said, crouching behind me. I lay absolutely still, scared that my movements would provoke him.

Suddenly I felt his hand trying to wrench Kim's sweater out of my hands.

"No please." I hugged it even tighter, rolling slightly over it, in an attempt to hide it from him. He grabbed my shoulder and pulled me backwards, while reaching for the sweater with his other hand. He was gonna win this fight… I knew that. He had won every time before and he was going to do it again. I still struggled though, unable to accept the fact that he was going to take the only thing I had left of her. "Please don't."

When he realized I wasn't going to give in that easily he became more violent. His grip of my shoulder tightened and with a forceful jerk the soft fabric slipped through my fingers. I was surprised of how easily he'd done it. He must've gotten stronger… I realized later though that he hadn't, instead it was me that gotten weaker…

I lifted my head, eying the sweater Alan held in his hands. He was still crouching, holding the sweater so close I would easily be able to reach it if it hadn't been for the stupid cuffs. "Please." I pleaded, my face damp from all the tears that kept on coming. He studied me silently for a moment, a blank expression on his face. "Don't take it away from me…please." My voice wasn't much louder than a whisper.

"You're pathetic." He said coldly, shaking his head. "She'll never come back, so you might as well forget about her. I don't know why you even bothered to love her in the first place." He chuckled. "As if she would ever love someone like you…As if anyone would ever love you."

I tried to push his words away, not listening to them, but somehow they made it to my heart, hurting me. I sank my head to the floor again, my neck too tired to support it any longer.

"I actually think I did her a favour…setting her free from this world and from you." He continued, receiving a glare from me. "Now she never has to see or hear from you again..."

"I could always die." I muttered, looking at my hands, hanging in the short chain. The thought about going to heaven to spend rest of eternity with Kim and leaving this awful place behind was very appealing. Alan burst out laughing at my comment.

"As if that would make any difference… She's in heaven. That's a place you'll never see. They only let good people in, not murderers like you."

"I'm not a murderer…." I sniffed. "…You are though…" I said quietly, not really wanting him to hear it, but I felt the need to say it anyway. Mostly to convince myself that he was still the bad guy and not me.

"What did you say?" He sounded a bit angry and I didn't dare to answer him. "What did you say?!" With a swift movement he grabbed my hair and pressed my head down against the floor hard, his closed fist digging into my temple. The pain that it caused got me so angry and frustrated that I felt the need to defend myself and the only way I could do that was with words…

"I said; you're the murderer, not me! You killed Kim! I'd never killed anybody. It's not my fault that Mark's such a bad driver and…" My voice died out, as I realized what I'd just said. Alan was silent for a moment, still holding an iron grip of me. The tension in the room grew, as I heard him grind his teeth. I swallowed. What did I just do?

He laughed bitterly.

"You…" He shook his head, his expression changing. The green eyes filled with hatred. "I ought to strangle you!" He yelled, moving his hand from my head to my throat. I gasped for air, as his grip became tighter. With all the power I could bring up I twisted underneath him, trying to escape his death grip, without any luck. My airways were completely cut of and I was starting to get light-headed. Just when I thought that this was the way I was going to die he let go of me. I immediately inhaled deeply through my mouth, filling my lungs with oxygen again. I coughed a few times before I closed my eyes. Lying on my back I tried to get my breathing back to normal, my throat hurting a little when I swallowed. It took me a moment to recover from my near death experience, both physically and mentally. Beside me I could hear Alan take a deep breath, as if he was trying to calm himself down from his sudden outburst.

"Lucky for you…" He said. "…Mark would never let me kill you. He cares too much about you…Which is kind of funny, since he's the one you've hurt the most. You're the reason Tess is dead and me killing Kim is completely different." I shook my head slightly, opening my eyes just enough to see him looking down at me. "Tess died for nothing, but Kim…I had to make things right." He shrugged. "It was my duty... I've done nothing wrong. If you wanna blame anyone for Kim's death, you should blame yourself…."

Under other circumstances I wouldn't have listen to him, but I was so worn out and tired from spending day after day like this, that I didn't even seem to have the strength to think by my own anymore and his words cut through me like a dagger. I'd started to sob again, rolling over to my side, facing the wall once more.

"You're so stupid…" Alan said, watching me. "No wonder no one likes you."

"That's not true." I whimpered quietly.

"But it is. I think they all are much better off without you." He was leaning closer to me, so that I would be sure to hear him.

"No…" I sniffed.

"Then how come no one has come looking for you?" I didn't have any good answers to that one, which made Alan smirk. "I can tell you why…" He said. "It's because no one wants you to come back…There is no one there who misses you…no one who…"

"Stop it!" I exclaimed, not wanting to hear any more. Scooting closer to the wall, I covered my face with my hands, crying hopelessly into them. "Please stop…"

A part of me tried to tell me that I shouldn't listen to him. That he only said those things to hurt me…but I couldn't let go of the possibility that he might be right.

What if no one liked me? What if I was a truly horrible person who actually deserved all of this?

"You're not the one in charge here." He muttered. "You can't order me around… In fact it's you who're gonna obey me, and I told you before; to shut up…" He reached down to me, trying to get a hold of my jaw. I did everything that I could to prevent him from doing so, by turning my face down towards the floor and shielding it with my hands.

"No…please"

"You know…" He said, his voice a little forced. "…I'm really starting to get tired of you disrespecting me." After a few seconds of intense struggling from both of us he finally won…again. Clutching my jaw, he forcefully made me look up at him through my puffy eyes.

"Do you want this back?" He asked, waving Kim's cardigan in his other hand.

"Yes…" I answered truthfully.

"You'll get it if you keep your mouth shut. Do you understand?"

"Yes." He smirked at my response.

"See you can't even shut up for a few seconds…" I lowered my gaze, realizing my mistake. Why was it so hard to do things right at this place? I barely did anything, and the few things I actually did always turned out wrong, making things worse.

"Don't worry." He said. "Fortunate for you, I'll help you to keep quiet and to keep this at the same time." I looked up at him again, suddenly worried. There was a very disturbing grin on his face. Without any warning he increased the pressure on my jaw, causing me to open my mouth so that he could easily shove the cardigan into it. I gagged, trying to spit it back out. He was so much stronger than me though and pretty soon he'd managed to wrap the cardigan two times around my head, covering my mouth and using the sleeves to fasten it with a tight knot.

"I told you I would fix it for you." He said, looking down at my trembling form. I was crying quite hard, almost choking myself as the air my nose was supplying me with was barely enough. Feeling the need to hide again, I moved closer to my hands so I could place my face in them. Alan saw it and quickly grabbed my hand that was closest to him, holding it away from my face.

"Don't even think about removing it." He hissed, referring to the sweater he'd used to gag me with. "Understood?" I gave him a small nod to show him that I did. He let go of me before he stood up and walked away. I quickly placed my hand back over my face, relieved that he finally left me alone. All the words that he'd said kept repeating themselves inside my head, causing more tears to emerge from my eyes. I felt so alone and heartbroken.

Behind me I could hear him fiddling around over by the kitchen and pretty soon the smell of bacon being fried filled the cabin… I was so hungry and it didn't take long until my empty stomach started to growl and I prayed to God that he wouldn't hear it.

After he'd finished his breakfast he made it over to me. I closed my eyes, thinking; here we go again. To my surprise though, he just put something down above my head, before heading out the door. I didn't move until he had gotten outside and I could hear him start the car. Once I was sure he was gone I turned my head upward, looking at the object he'd placed there. It was a plate with some leftovers. Surely it was meant for me, but he'd placed it too far away, for me to be able to reach it. I leaned in closer to my hands, taking a hold of the sweater wrapt over my mouth and pulled it down, so it was hanging around my neck instead. After some fiddling around with it I finally got the knot up and was able to take it completely off of me. Looking determined at the plate once more, I pushed myself closer to it. Maybe I would be able to reach it with my mouth…

It turned out to be impossible though and after a few tries I gave up. Hopefully when he got back he would be Mark and give it to me.

I scooted back into a more comfortable position. Not that there was any position that was comfortable, with almost every part of my body being bruised, but I managed to place my body in such a way that the pain wouldn't drive me crazy. Looking up at the ceiling, I thought of everything he'd said, beginning to realize that he was probably right. No one would ever come for me and I would never be able to go home again…

I lay facing the wall again, staring hopelessly at the handcuffs that forced me to stay in my misery. I'd cried almost all morning, not wanting to accept my fate. The tears had finally come to an end though, as I must've used all that I'd got. There couldn't possibly be any left.

My head hurt slightly, probably from lack of food and water… but not too bad if I just kept still. The plate with my breakfast on it was still mocking my empty stomach and I did my best to ignore it. In fact I tried to ignore everything. What use did it make to care about anything any longer…? Nothing seemed to matter…

I felt empty. It was like there was a huge hole inside of me and all my emotions were gone. I couldn't even feel sadness or anger or fear…

That was until I heard the door handle being twisted. I froze, the fear suddenly returning. The door didn't open right away though. Whoever was on the other side had trouble getting through it. They started pushing and tugging on it, causing noises that made me tense. A few moments went by, before the door finally swung opened. I clutched Kim's sweater in my hands, holding it close. The person waited a few seconds before slowly walking in my direction. Hoping with all my heart that it would be anyone, but Alan, I listen anxiously to the footsteps. Suddenly the person stopped, their gaze burning in my back.

"Please… don't hurt me." I begged quietly.

"Jack…?" The sound of her voice almost made my heart stop. I was hearing her again. "Oh dear…Jack…" She sounded upset. I was so caught up listening to her voice that I didn't notice that the person had approached me, and was now kneeling next to me. "Jack?" There it was again. I was about to answer to it, when I felt someone placing their hand on my shoulder. Realizing that the person was so close to me, I jerked startled, hiding my face in Kim's cardigan. Why couldn't they just leave me alone?

"Jack, it's me. Kim." Her voice chimed in my head again. I missed her so badly and the sound of her made the tears come back. The person behind me was rubbing my shoulder soothingly and I realized that it must be Tess…

"Jack" This time I couldn't tell if it was Kim's voice or Tess talking through Mark. All I heard was my name being repeated. "Jack, please say something." A hand touched the part of my cheek that wasn't hidden in the knitted garment, stroking it before combing through my hair. "Jack…"

"Please…" I whimpered through the fabric, not knowing if I would be able to deal with Tess right now. "…don't do this to me…."

"What are you talking about?" I was too upset to answer or even think about the question. All I did was praying that he/she would leave me alone. I wasn't strong enough to go through anymore today. In a desperate attempt to shield myself I shut down, ignoring everything around me. That way, things might not be as bad.

"Jack please, just look at me." I closed my eyes, not noticing the cardigan being removed from my face.

"Jack…" Kim's voice came back to me as I pushed more and more of the outside world away, until I could imagine her presence. I opened my eyes and turned my head slightly, looking up towards the ceiling. Her doe like eyes met mine. They were filled with compassion and love, but also sadness and pain. She'd never looked more beautiful to me though.

"Kim..?" I whispered.

"I'm here, Jack. I'm here." She moved closer to me. In the distance I could feel someone stroking my cheek again. I did my best to stay focused on my Kim though, not wanting to return to the cruel reality. I didn't care if I was going insane anymore. I needed my Kim to be able to survive.

Just like last time I'd saw her before my eyes, I felt the urge to reach out and touch her. I pulled on my restrains hopelessly. Kim looked at my hands and quickly placed her hand in mine. I instantly squeezed it with both of my hands, not intending to ever let go. Turning my head, I placed my face so that I could touch the back of her hand with my lips and nose. I was amazed of how real she felt. Then something hit me. What if I didn't imagine? What if Kim really was Kim, sent from heaven...

"Am I dying?" I asked.

"No…"

"Then why is there an angel, sitting right next to me?"

"Jack, there's no angel here. It's just me. Kim. And I'm here to bring you back home." The words were nothing else than the deepest desire of my heart. I pressed my face against her hand, sobbing. I wanted it to be true so bad and the fact that it wasn't made me completely devastated.

"Jack…" The person next to me tried to reach me again. "Is there anything you need? Are you hungry or thirsty?" I nodded slightly, without looking up. There were a lot of things that I needed… My freedom for instance… "I'll be right back."

As I started to be more and more aware of my surroundings again, Kim began to disappear. Her hand slipped out of my grip even though I desperately tried to hold on to it. I blinked away a couple of tears, facing the same wooden wall that's been my view for the past days. The experience with Kim had felt so real and I wondered briefly if this was what Mark was going through everyday with Tess. Was I starting to become just as insane as he?

Behind me I could hear Mark –or Tess probably- moving around in the Kitchen area, I didn't really care what they were doing as long as they weren't near me. Being left alone again I thought about everything that had happened since I got here. So much had changed…so much had been taken away from me… I would never be happy again and the pain would never go away. I sniffed. Why couldn't they just show me enough mercy to end my suffering and set me free from this world…?

I let out a small whimper.

"I'm coming, Jack." I heard footsteps approaching me again. "Jack?" A hand touched my cheek and I looked up slightly. There was a glass of water in front of my eyes. It took me a moment to realize that it was real and it was for me. I lifted my head, reaching for the glass. I was so thirsty. A hand held the glass to my lips while another supported my head. It tasted so good. I quickly emptied the glass and glanced up at the ceiling once more and just like last time I was met by the sight of my love. Blond soft locks were framing the most beautiful face in the world and I couldn't take my eyes off of her.

"Kim?"

"Yes." I swallowed. There were so many things that I wanted to say to her, even though she was just a part of my imagination.

"I miss you..." I spoke the words as they were the first ones that popped up in my head. "…and I lov…"

The door opened, cutting me short and a tall figure came into view. Looking up at him I didn't believe my eyes. Was he for real? He must be. I would never use my imagination to bring him to life… or would I? Either way it was humiliating to have him seeing me like this, all broken down and tied up like an animal, especially if he'd heard me talking to Kim, almost confessing my love for her.

Somehow the sight of him made me completely lose it. He brought back so many memories and emotions. The hardest one to accept was Kim's feelings. Alan had been right; she'd never loved me like that and she most likely never would…

I wanted to run, to disappear. But the damn chains kept me from doing so and frustration overwhelmed me. With all the power I had I threw my body away from the wall, tugging furiously against my restrains. Every injury screamed at me to stop. I didn't care though; I'd had enough of all of this.

"Jack, calm down." Ignoring the voice, I kept struggling. I was so sick of not being in charge of my own life anymore and I was determined to fight until either the chain broke or my heart stopped. There was no way I would give up to a life in captivity. "You're hurting yourself…please Jack, stop…"

That's it for now...

The next chapter will be up on Friday 15th. There's not gonna be a sneak peek for it... But if I get enough reviews on this one, I'm gonna post chapter 26 earlier... But I'm gonna need at least 25 reviews...hehe because I'm evil...;P (I think I've been spending too much time with Alan...)

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/MJ