Hey everybody! Long time, no update! I'm incredibly, infinitely, immensely, beyond sorry for the longest wait EVER! I've been working really hard on this chapter and want to say thank you for the excruciating long wait. I've been doing a whole lot better with everything! I finished 11th grade as a straight A student, I have a summer job so I'm making money, and I have someone new in my life who actually treats me right. I couldn't be any happier! And it's summer, so that means I'll be able to focus on writing more! :D
Now, enough with this! Here is the long awaited chapter of Save Me! A special thanks to Silverdawn2167 for being my Beta reader for this chapter!
WARNING: This is probably the most graphic chapter of Save Me. In fact, this chapter is the most graphic thing I have EVER written. There are torture scenes, so I suggest that if you're the type of person to get squeamish, then you can just skip them. I will let you know when one is coming up!
I don't own Kickin' it! Just the plot and my OC's!
Previously on Save Me…
*Kim's POV*
I wake up with my arms tied behind my back, along with my legs in a dingy, dark room. The only light source in this room was the moonlight shining through the window. What the hell? I thought it was only 2:00 pm in the afternoon. I must have been out for a while.
As I continue to struggle against the ropes, I feel a body brush against me and hear someone whisper "Kim? Are you awake?"
It was Jack. He's currently sitting beside me, also with his four limbs tied.
"Yeah," I say "Are you okay?"
He moves closer to me and says "I'm fine. But are you okay?"
I give a weak smile and nod.
About a few minutes later we hear three more people groan. Knowing that Jack and I are both in the same room, I immediately know it's the rest of the guys.
They're sitting right beside us. Jack's beside Milton, who's beside Eddie, who's beside Jerry.
"What's going on?" Jerry asks groggily, but panicky.
"What time is it?" Milton adds, equally as concerned.
"Sometime at night." Jack says.
"Holy crap!" Eddie says. "We were just at Phil's in the afternoon! How long have we been out?"
"Probably about eight hours." Jack says, yawning.
He looks to me, then back at the guys and says "And... I don't know where we are, but I'm pretty sure we all know who took us here."
Suddenly, the door to the room opens with a loud creek and slams shut. The room is silent other than the clunking sound of combat boots coming towards us.
"Well... Look who's awake." It was Jack's father. He currently has an evil grin on his face. "I hope you guys slept well, because that was your last time to ever get sleep!"
I look over beside me and notice Jack shaking with complete anger.
"You son of a bitch..." he immediately starts to struggle against the ropes, trying to get free.
"I'm so glad you're eager to get up Jackson," Mr. Brewer says walking over to Jack and grabbing his face tightly. "Because I have an extra special surprise for you."
Suddenly, the door slams open again and Benny the Blade, along with two other men and a woman emerge from the darkness. But when I get a better look at the woman, I realize that it's no stranger. It's Brody's mother! That's what Brody was trying to tell us in the hospital before he went into a coma! She was part of Justin's plan the entire time!
Benny and the two other criminals grab Jack as he screams "Let me go you freaks! Put me down!" Jack's screams are still heard until he is taken out of the dungeon-like room and the door closes tightly.
We glance at one another, then to Justin, who is talking to Brody's mom, or Maria, as he called her, quietly with a smug grin on his face. The silence in the room is so uncomfortable that you could cut it with a knife.
It wasn't long until Jerry broke the silence "What the hell was that?!" Jerry screams.
"Yeah! What has Jack ever done to you to deserve any of this?!" Eddie adds furiously.
Justin turns to us with a crazy glint in eyes and says "So many things..."
"Like what?" Milton says glaring.
"He was born..."
I can't stand this any longer! They could be torturing Jack as we speak!
"What are you gonna do to him?!" I scream, angry tears rushing down my face.
"Oh... It's not what Justin's gonna do to Jack..." Maria says, smiling darkly.
"It's what I'm going to do to all of you..."
Chapter 24: Sit Back and Watch Them Suffer pt. 1
*Jack's POV*
My eyes struggle to open as I start to wake up. Once I open my eyes, I try to rub the sleep out of them but soon realize that my hands are still tied. But this time, they're tied down to a chair, as well as my legs. "What the hell?"
As I continue to struggle against the ropes, I begin to take note of my surroundings. But I soon realize, this place seems very familiar! Dark, concrete room, with a small barred window as the only light source in the room...
I look over to my right and my blood immediately turns cold. There's a dirty mattress on an old wooden bed frame and a table covered in weapons. Weapons that are used to torture people.
"No..." I whisper to myself. "This can't be happening..."
Suddenly the door slams shut and my dad emerges from the darkness and into the small light that was being provided by the barred window.
He shows me this evil smile and chuckles darkly. "Well, well, well, looks like sleeping beauty is finally awake."
I glare at him with absolute fury, imagining that my intensely hard stare would cause him to combust into flames or cut off his air supply.
We stare at each other for what feels like hours. His grey eyes staring into my dark brown ones. He then breaks the stare and walks to the table filled with knives and other weapons.
"Someone's surely not in the mood to talk." My father says, picking up a knife and letting it glisten in the moonlight. I keep my glaring eyes on him.
"We'll have to fix that."
Like in the dream, he makes his way over to me and slices the side of my cheek. But instead of screaming out, I grit my teeth and bare the pain. The cold metal continues to sink into my skin until the knife reaches my cheekbone. My father removes the knife from my newly torn flesh and I can feel blood trickling out of my wound. Some of the crimson liquid makes its way into my mouth, causing me to feel nauseous from the metallic, copper-like taste.
He takes a step back, admiring the work he made on my face. The leftover blood on the knife seems to hypnotize my dad as he wipes it off with an old rag. It creeped the hell out of me! His eyes are glazed over and he's laughing to himself crazily.
He looks at me with a psychopathic glint in his eye after coming out of his daze. "Why so serious, Jackie boy?" He says, commenting on my expression.
I scoff at his words. "Really? You're torturing me and instead of coming up with your own lines you rip off catch phrases from The Dark Night and the Shining? Wow, that's just sad."
He slashes my face again with a rough motion. This takes me off-guard and I whimper, but I bite my lip, refusing to cry out. Once I stop biting my lip, I can taste more blood from my wounds as it continues to make its way into my mouth.
"Hmph." He says, annoyed. "You're not breaking down."
"That's because I'm no longer afraid of you Justin." I say quietly, refusing to address this monster as my father. I then look up from my feet and stare at him with determined eyes. "You don't scare me and you can torture me all you want, but I will NOT break down."
He rolls his eyes and turns around, walking towards the door. He then glances at me with an evil smirk on his face as he opens the door. "Well, what if I tortured… one of your little friends?"
Suddenly, I feel all the colour in my face drain as I see Benny the blade drag Eddie inside the room. "Come on, you fat tub of lard!" He barks, pushing Eddie further into the room until he's standing in front of me. His hands are tied behind his back and he looks at me with terrified eyes. I must have been wearing the same look as Eddie, because I hear the monster I used to consider as my family, chuckle darkly. "Not so tough now, are you Jackson?"
All the confidence I had shown him earlier has now vanished and I tug on the ropes bounding my wrists. "Please!" I shout, panicked "Torture me instead! Cut my stomach! Beat the shit out of me! But don't hurt my friends! They don't deserve any of this!"
"But if I did that," Justin says, grabbing a couple steel baseball bats from the table of weapons. "you would only experience physical pain and not the emotional pain that I crave to see."
He hands the bats to Benny and few other guys that followed him into the room.
"Do your worst." He growls.
Benny kicks the back of Eddie's legs, causing him to fall to the ground on his knees. They all lift up their bats and bring them down with full force.
"NO!" I scream.
(AN: TORTURE SCENE)
They bring their bats down with full force, hitting Eddie in the stomach, back, ribs and various other places. His blood curdling screams echo throughout the room, along with the shattering sounds of bones breaking.
*Eddie's POV*
Kill me now, put me out of my misery. That's the one thought that keeps echoing in my mind. I feel like every bone in my body is shattering. This is the worst pain I have ever felt.
All I can hear are the steel bats hitting every part of me, cracking bones and the sounds of my own screams.
Soon, I feel excruciating pain in the back of my head and fall to the ground, letting the blissful feeling of unconsciousness take over my system.
(AN: END OF TORTURE SCENE)
*Jack's POV*
I continue to watch in horror as Eddie collapses to the ground, unconscious. Blood is splattered on the floor as well as his face and bruises litter his body, making his skin look black and blue.
"Aw, he passed out, and it was only after 5 minutes. Such a shame." My dad pouts. "Oh well, take away that bloody mess on the floor and bring in the next one."
As Eddie is roughly dragged out of the room, blood trails behind him in a mess of a line.
Justin then walks over to the table and pushes it towards me. After moving every weapon to the side, he then picks up some metal contraption and slams it down.
"This device is one of my favourites." He says. "Do you know what this is?"
I look at it closely until I'm interrupted by Milton's shouts of protest. "No! Let me go!"
He's violently pushed into the room by Maria and is lead to the table with the device. His frightened blue eyes lock with my watery brown ones. After being untied from his restraints, his arm is violently strapped to the contraption and the metal prong is placed under his fingernail. I suddenly recognize torture weapon.
"A denailing machine…" I whisper.
"That's right." Justin says chuckling darkly. He then sends Maria and Benny to restrain Milton and picks up his pocket knife again. He stops in front of me and looks at Milton.
"Here's how this is going to work." Maria says, with a sinister smile. "You are going to show us how much Jack means to you as a friend… By ripping every fingernail on your left hand."
Tears begin to stream down Milton's face at a fast rate
"What?!" I scream.
"If you refuse to comply, Jack will be experiencing the pain for you." Justin says, twirling his knife in his fingers. "Like this!"
He grips his weapon tightly in his hand and brings it down on my wrist. The blade jaggedly makes it's way into my arm, cutting through my skin. No matter how much I try to resist, the pain causes me to scream in agony.
"Stop!" Milton screams. He then takes in a shallow breath and exhales shakily. "I'll do it."
*Milton's POV*
Justin finally rips the knife out of Jack's wrist. "That's more like it." He says darkly.
"Milton, no!" Jack croaks out. "Don't do this, not for me! Please, I-"
"Jack, stop." I say calmly. My eyes bore into his teary ones and I smile weakly as my voice cracks. "They're just five little fingernails. It's nothing."
I glare at Justin. "If I do this, you promise that you won't hurt Jack?"
He rolls his eyes. "Yes,"
I look down at my left hand and swallow the lump that has begun to form in my throat.
'Mind over matter, Milton.' I think to myself. 'It'll be over soon. It's for Jack.'
(AN: TORTURE SCENE)
I scream out as I finally hit the lever on the device, biting my lip as the nail is detached from my finger.
"Milton! Stop!" I ignore all of Jack's protests and continue on with the task at hand.
The burning pain is excruciating, but I will not let Jack get hurt because of five stupid nails.
Only Four left.
Three.
Two.
I'm down to my last nail and every one of my fingers are bleeding. 'One left.' I think to myself. I take a deep breath and bring my hand down. Unfortunately, due to my lack of judgement and the tears in my eyes, I missed the handle.
That was my breaking point. The tears continue to leak out of my eyes and I scream in pain and sorrow.
"It's so painful! It hurts! No more!"
"But you're half way there, my dear." Maria says smiling sickly, sending a chill up my spine. "There's no point in keeping that nail since it's practically hanging off."
"Leave him alone, you sick fucks!" I hear Jack scream.
I continue to thrash around, trying to get my wrist out of the strap when a cloth bag is suddenly placed over my head. All my flailing limbs are held down and my damaged nail is placed back onto the metal prong. With one last scream I feel a heavy hand come down on the lever and finally tear the nail from my finger.
The pain is unbearable and my hyperventilating isn't helping me in a positive way. Soon, my head begins to feel fuzzy and I can hear my heart pounding in my ears. The last thing I hear before I black out are Jack's screams, followed by Justin's sick laugh.
(AN: END OF TORTURE SCENE)
*Jerry's POV*
After Eddie was brought back to our damp, dark room, Kim and I managed to get free from the ropes tied around our arms and legs. Unfortunately we couldn't get to Milton in time so he was forced out of the room.
We were able to wake Eddie up from his unconscious state, but that caused all the pain he didn't feel while unconscious to increase dramatically .
There was no doubt that his left arm and right leg were both broken. There was also a huge bruise near his ribs, they were probably broken too and based on the gash he received on the side in his head and how dilated his eyes are, he definitely has a concussion.
Right now Kim, who is still in her karate gi from this afternoon, is currently trying to staunch up the blood from Eddie's wounds with the top half of her uniform. I, on the other hand, am trying to think of a way to get the hell out of hear, but I keep coming up with nothing.
Suddenly, the door handle begins to rattle violently. Kim and I try to re-tie ourselves while Eddie hides Kim's gi and closes his eyes, pretending to still be unconscious. Just as the door opens I notice Maria dragging a body into the room and rip the sack of the person's face. She then leaves the room without a word.
"Milton..." Kim whispers. We all move closer to him and notice his bloody fingers. "Those bastards..." I say venomously. They ripped his fucking fingernails off!
Kim takes her now bloody gi from Eddie and rips the cleanest parts of the fabric into strips. Without warning, Maria re-enters the room, picks me up by the collar of my black tank and starts to lead me away from Eddie and Kim.
"Guys," I shout. "Take care of Milton's hand!"
"But what about you?!" Kim questions.
"Don't worry about me," I smile weakly. "I'll be fine." And with that said, the door slams shut as I'm lead to the room next door, preparing myself for any kind of torture I'll have to endure.
*Rudy's POV*
I wake up slowly to the sounds of beeping and the smell of sterilized chemicals, only to remember that I underwent surgery for a broken arm just 2 hours ago.
I arrived at the hospital by 3:30 and they were about to prep me for my operation, but apparently some kid needed a liver transplant. So my operation was pushed back. By 7 and a half hours. But whatever, that kid needed to go in for surgery first so I'm not too upset.
I glance at the clock across the room that read 10:30, then look down to see a thick, white cast covering my arm.
"You're awake."
I lift my gaze up and see a woman in a white overcoat with an ID sticker that reads "Dr. Harper."
"The nurses and I thought you'd be out until tomorrow."
I put on my Rudy charm, and begin to interact with this foxy mama.
"Well, hello there." I say, wiggling my eyebrows.
She smiles a little and rolls her eyes.
I continue to gaze at her dreamily, until I remembered...
"The kids!" I say out loud
She looks at me confused. "Excuse me?"
"Sorry doc, but I gotta get out of here!" I jump out of the bed, only to fall flat on my face. But that doesn't stop me. I lift my head up and begin to drag my body with my good arm. I almost make it to the door when I'm suddenly stopped by a male nurse.
We both look into each other's eyes and by the expression on his face, he didn't seem too impressed. He lifts me up like a foot ball and plops me back into the hospital bed.
"Do you want me to restrain him Doctor?" He says, glaring at me.
I quickly switch my gaze to her. "No no no! There's no need to do that!" I ramble. "I'll behave, I promise."
She looks at me, then the nurse. After a few LONG seconds, she finally says. "No, don't worry Gustavo. I have a feeling he'll be a good patient."
She gives me a warm smile and pats my shoulder. "You should get some sleep. I'll be back to check on you in a few hours. If you need anything just press the little red button beside your bed and Gustavo will take care of it."
She and Gustavo walk towards the door until Dr. Harper turns her head around. "Oh, I forgot to mention, due to the lack of space we have in the hospital, you'll be rooming with one of the other patients. They should be up here in a few hours."
"That's perfectly fine." I say smiling, still feeling slightly groggy from the anesthetic.
After they leave my room, I turn the light above my head off and decide to get a little bit of needed sleep. Even though I want to get hell out of this hospital to find Jack, Kim and the rest of the guys, I know that it wouldn't make a difference. All I can do is just hope and pray that they'll be rescued soon.
*Jack's POV*
10 agonizing minutes pass until Jerry is brought into the room with a knife against his back. Tears continue to stream down my cheeks, stinging the gashes in my face. "Jerry…" I cry hoarsely.
He doesn't respond. All he does is look down and continues to mumble in Spanish. I look closer and see that his hands are placed together. I finally realize that he's praying.
"Señor, dame la fuerza y el coraje para sobrevivir y superar esta terrible experiencia. Proteger a mis seres queries y darles la fuerza que necesitan, en el nombre del Padre y del Espíritu Santo. Amén."
(Translation: Lord, give me the strength and courage to survive and overcome this ordeal. Protect my loved ones and give them the strength they need, in the name of the Father and the Holy Spirit. Amen.)
He continues to repeat the prayer like a mantra until Maria interrupts him. "I didn't know you were catholic." She says, smiling wickedly. "This punishment is very appropriate for you."
She leads him to Justin, who takes some thick, wooden board from under the bed in the corner of the room. He grabs Jerry and forces him to the ground, tying his arms and legs to the board. I continue to watch in both fear and confusion, wondering what the hell Justin has planned. Once Jerry is lifted up and placed against the wall, I realize…
"A Crucifix…"
Justin grabs a set of rusty nails and a metal hammer and makes his way toward Jerry. Shortly after, he flips up the palm of Jerry's hand, places the long, rusty nail in the middle of his hand and does the unthinkable. He hammers the nail into Jerry's skin.
The scream he let out was extremely chilling. "Ahhhhhhhh!"
"Stop it! Don't do this! Please!" I scream for them stop but they obviously refused. They continue they're cruel and fucked up way of torturing Jerry, laughing maliciously as he screams in agony.
Justin takes another nail and diabolically says. "Three left to go."
He hammers the three other nails into his body, one in his left hand and two in his feet. His limbs begin to bleed profusely and he skin becomes pale.
*Jerry's POV*
I never thought I would die like this. I always thought I was gonna die of old age or doing something extremely stupid. Not bleed out from being crucified. Just when I think the pain is over, that bitch, Maria, picks up a thick, ridged dagger and walks over to Justin. "You've tortured him long enough. It's my turn."
(AN: TORTURE SCENE)
She walks up to me and suddenly stabs my arm. The pain is absolutely unbearable. Along with Maria's crazy laughter and my own cries, I can hear Jack screaming his head off. "No! Leave him alone! He did absolutely nothing! It's me you should punish!"
All Maria does is laugh cruelly. "Hahaha! You can keep screaming until your throat is raw, but it still won't change my mind! So just sit back and watch your friend suffer!"
She continues to stab me viciously in the arms, legs and stomach, laughing with each strike. Soon, I begin to lose feeling in both my arms and legs, my breath has started to become shallow and my heart is pounding in my ears.
As Maria stops for a minute to catch her breath, I share a look with both Jack and his father. I can tell we're all thinking the same thing. 'She's not just evil. She's fucking insane.'
I realize that I'm not going to survive if I don't use my head for once. So I decide to do what any other person would do.
(AN: END OF TORTURE SCENE)
*Jack's POV*
Suddenly, Jerry gasps out a shallow breath and his head hangs down low. "N-no…" I continue to stare at the limp, mutilated body on the home-made crucifix, hoping that he only passed out. Unfortunately he wasn't breathing.
"No! Jerry wake up!" He doesn't respond. It's too late. He's gone.
I let out a gut-wrenching sob and begin to cry hysterically as Jerry's body is taken down. He's then dragged out by Benny, leaving nothing but blood behind.
"How did I do?" Maria says smugly. "I thought that went pretty well, don't you-"
Suddenly, my dad does something completely unexpected. He storms over to Maria with absolute fury and smacks her. Hard.
The sound of skin hitting skin echoes throughout the room.
"Idiot!" Justin screams. "I thought we talked about this! You were only supposed to torture him, and it was supposed to be with this!"
He picks up a black taser. "THIS is what you were supposed to use! But instead, you decided to be stupid and use the knife! You went so bat-shit crazy with it that you killed him in less than 10 minutes!"
Justin throws the stun gun down, causing it to break. He slaps her again and the force knocks her to the ground, causing Maria to let go of the knife.
"We're done." He says picking the bloody knife up off the ground.
"Justin..." She says, standing up and holding her cheek. "What about us? What about running away and eloping? I thought you loved me!"
"Oh yeah, about that..." Justin says in a gravelly voice. He walks up to her, getting right in her face. Suddenly, he drives the knife into her abdomen forcefully. "I lied..." He loudly whispers. "I got what I wanted, and I don't need you anymore."
As the knife is pulled out of her stomach, Maria falls to the floor, bleeding profusely. She looks at Justin with utter hurt and betrayal in her eyes while he smiles at her cruelly.
After coughing one last time, Maria's eyes glaze over and she stares at absolutely nothing.
She's dead.
"Oh Maria," Justin says, smiling maliciously. "So naïve. Oh well, it was gonna happen sooner or later."
I continue to switch my gaze from the dead woman on the floor, to the psycho standing over her.
"Looks like I'm gonna have to get rid of this body." Justin says casually. He walks to the bloody corpse on the floor and begins to drag her out of the dungeon-like room. He then calls one of his goons, I think his name was Carter, and whispers in his ear. Carter nods and makes his way over to me with a bat in his hand, chuckling darkly.
"Sleep tight, you little bastard."
We both lock eyes for one last time until I feel excruciating pain in the back of my head and eventually, the pain causes me to black out.
(Time Skip)
*Katherine's POV*
After crying for who knows how long, I wake up on my floor with Bella sleeping beside me. As I lift my head up off the floor, I'm immediately greeted with a tremendous migraine and blurred vision. Once my vision has cleared a bit, I look at my clock. The neon blue numbers said 3:15, so I must have fallen asleep after having my meltdown. Slowly getting up from the floor, I decide to clean the smeared make up off my face and get ready for bed.
Once the make-up was off and I was in my pyjamas, I look over at the door and see my briefcase open and my notes sprawled everywhere. I groan loudly and walk over to pick up all the pieces of paper. When I get on my knees, something catches my eye. My notes for the Carlson case.
I pick them up and read the notes for what feels like the millionth time, but soon I see something that I have never even noticed before. Jack's name is on it, and so are his friends' names.
How come I never saw that?
Then, I begin to think. I take my notes from the Brewer case, put them beside the Carlson case and read them both.
Carlson Case:
Chemical Science Lab in Basement
Bottles of poison
Jack
Kim
Milton
Eddie
Jerry
Mom
Plan
Stab
Run
Dead to Me
Brewer Case:
Five kids (Jack, Kim, Milton, Eddie, Jerry) taken hostage by Justin Brewer
Found needle on the floor with residue of the drug. (Test showed that it was a mix of Chloroform, Ketamine, Gamma Hydroxy-Butyrate (GHB) and Rohypnol.
Oh my God... I read the lists of information one more time and begin to think.
Jack and his friends were taken by Justin, after he knocked them out with a powerful drug. But where would he get the drugs? It must have been... Brody's mother! Brody said that his mom had a plan after he discovered a chemical lab in his basement, making a drug stronger than chloroform.
It all makes sense now!
"Holy crap!" I hear myself say aloud.
I run out of my room after stuffing the notes into my briefcase and quickly jump into my car.
I struggle putting my car key into the ignition because of the absolute anxiety I was feeling, but finally manage to stick the key into the ignition and start the car.
I honestly have no idea how fast I'm going, but something tells me I'm going over the speed limit because usually it takes me 25 minutes to get to the station. This time, it only takes me 10 minutes.
I barge into the police station and begin to look for Spencer. Did I mention that I'm still in my pyjamas?
I notice Spencer sleeping at his desk with papers all around him.
I take no time to waking him up. "Spencer!" I yell, slamming my brief case on his desk.
This causes him to wake up startled, so startled that he falls out of his chair.
"Katherine!" He says, annoyed. "Do you know what time it is?!"
"3:30 in the morning." I say, not caring about the time. "But I figured something out with the Brewer case!"
As I take my papers out of my briefcase, Spencer laughs a little and says. "How can I take you seriously when you're wearing Soft Kitty pyjamas?"
I roll my eyes. "Just Listen!" I take my notes out and begin to explain my theory to Spencer.
"When I had that interview with Brody, he said his mom was making poison and it was part of a plan, then she ran off!"
He looks at the notes, confused. "Ooookay, but how does this involve the Brewer case?"
"Brody said the names 'Jack, Kim, Milton, Eddie and Jerry,' and those are the kids who were taken by Justin! Also, when we interviewed the sensei, he said Jack was unconscious when Justin took him, plus we found that needle in the girls bathroom! So they must have drugged him, along with the others! And they probably used the drug that Brody's mother made!"
"So what are you saying?" Spencer says astonished.
I take a deep, shaky breath and say. "The cases are connected."
Spencer looks at me with pure realization. "Oh my God... Katherine, you're right!"
"We gotta tell Detective Bronson!"
I immediately go to pick up the phone, but he stops me.
"Katherine, it's late and I don't think Bronson will be too happy about being woken up this early in the morning."
"But he also won't be happy if he finds out and it's already too late." I counter.
Spencer then looks at the phone and back at me. After nodding his head in agreement, he dials The Chief's number and hands me the receiver.
After a few rings, Detective Bronson finally answers. "Detective Bronson." He says, sounding exhausted.
"Chief," I say. "you have to get up and get to the station ASAP!"
"What the hell Katherine!" He yells. "Do you have any idea what time it is?!"
"Yes, I do, but that doesn't matter right now! Just please hurry to the station!"
"Why? What's going on?"
"I think I finally solved both the Carlson and the Brewer case."
Well, that's it! Over 5,000 words! I really hope this makes up for the long hiatus, I promise nothing like this will happen again. I want to thank each and every one of my readers, who have been patient for waiting and supporting me through my tough times. I love you all, and I mean that from the bottom of my heart! Thank you so much! Without you, I would've given up on this story a long time ago.
Kisses from Canada! Mwah! :*
- Maddie xo
Next time on Save Me...
*Jack's POV*
"What will it take to get you to stop this?" I say horsely. "What did they ever do to you to deserve this?!"
"Hey, I told you not to hang around them anymore," Justin says uncomfortably causal. "but you disobeyed me."
He walks up slowly and leans his face inches away from mine. "You were just too selfish to think about their own needs and what could possibly happen to them. Now, they're gonna pay. Especially your little bitch."
Just as he finishes his last sentence, Jeremiah forces Kim into the room.
Tears are streaming down her cheeks and she's whimpering a little.
"Stay away from her!"
"Oh, no." Justin says, laughing. "I intend on having some fun with her. And so do my friends."
"No..." I choke out.
He walks up to her and slowly, he begins to undress her.