I come to lying on the floor in the back of a conversion van. My hands are tied behind my back with grip ties. I notice instantly that my cell phone missing. I definitely under estimated these three. They have some game plan, and I am frightened. Even the thought of Luke saying I love you only brings minor comfort. I am hoping that Luke is smart enough not to text me to indicate what our plan is. The effects of the drug makes me feel like there is a drummer in my head. The feeling is not enjoyable. My mouth feels like there have been 100 cotton balls in it. The van takes a sharp turn, and I roll in the direction we are going.
My mother turns to see my face. The hatred I feel for her right now is unbelievable. I cannot believe she would do this. I know she is selfish and holds me responsible for every bad thing in her life, but this takes our relationship to a whole new level. I remind myself to rag on Flynn for talking me out of my feeling that someone was after me. I know logically this stuff doesn't happen to normal people, but this can be filed with when has my life ever been normal. She lets Gary know I am awake. They stop the vehicle, and Gary comes around to the cargo door. He opens it and the only light I see is from a parking lot.
'Well, well sleeping beauty has rejoined us."
He sets me up, and offers me a drink from a bottle. I refuse it only thinking that it too could be laced with something.
"Relax this is just water. I imagine you feel pretty dry." As he says it, he has the most sarcastic smile.
I take a sip but regard him with disdain.
He goes to the front of the vehicle again. I don't know if it is the drivers or passengers side since I can only follow sounds. I hear Gary say something about wanting to fuck me again, and my step father just laughing. My mother reminds him that this is not part of the deal. Wait, she cared enough to set ground rules. Only my mother would be that sick. It is probably like kidnapping fine, rape not so much. I would shake my head if I wasn't stuck against the floor. I am relieved because I thought for sure Gary was going to rape me just cause he could. I remind myself that Gary will do what Gary wants. That thought sends a shiver down my spine. How would Luke and I every get through that? I tell myself to take it one problem at a time. I have to hope that Ryan gets to me first. I wonder if my cell is on so they can track me. I really hope it is, but I feel that this driving around is to keep me from being found. I am trying to remember if I told my mom what Luke does for a living. My thoughts are still very jumbled and for the life of me, I can't remember.
We stop finally, and I hear them pile out. I hear their voices through the vehicle, but I can't make out what they are saying. We are at some dodgy motel on the highway. I see the sign from the back window, and I hear trucks driving down the highway. Dang, I was hoping we were closer to home for Ryan to get here quickly. Gary opens the back of the vehicle.
"I am going to carry you in like this is our wedding night in case anyone is watching dear."
"Cut the dear crap,"I say.
"Watch your smart mouth. Remember no one is here to save you."
He picks me up and puts me against his chest. At least he still smells good. He was always concerned with his appearance. He looks like while in prison and since he has been out he has been working out. I know that this is dangerous. He was strong, but stronger with an issue with me makes him dangerous. I see my mother and step father head to a room next to ours. We go into the room, and he puts me down on the nasty hotel bed. I cringe as my face touches the comforter that hasn't been washed in years. I laugh at myself. I am worried about a comforter when my death is much more immediate due to the situation I am in.
Gary straightens me up and come up to me like he is going to kiss me. I spit at him, and he smacks me across the face. The sting is instant, and I can feel my lip start to swell. The look of satisfaction is disgusting. Then without warning he slaps me again this time he gets the other side like he is being kind by hitting both sides. Now he is truly happy. It is like he has been waiting years to do that. The pain is intense combined with the reaction to the drug. My head was already killing me, but now it is like a migrane. I start to throw up, and a little hits his shoe. Of course his reaction is to hit me one more time.
My mother knocks on the door. Gary goes and lets her in. She sees my face instantly. I can tell that her first reaction is actually care, but I know that she is scared to say anything. The look on her face for the briefest of minutes makes me think that she may regret what she did. She covers quickly, and makes a joke about my smart mouth must have got me in trouble again. He said that and she threw up on my shoe. I see my cell phone hit the hotel dresser, and I see that it is off. Damn, there goes my hope of rescue.
My brain begins to wonder what the end game is here. What do they hope to accomplish by this? If it was for me to write a check, they would have just taken me home. I realize that by my cell being off that I did tell my mom what Luke did. Again, a cold shiver runs down my spine because I am really not sure what they are doing, but obviously they don't want him to find me before they do what they are going to do. My step father now enters the room. He looks like he is a kid at a candy store when he sees my red face, and what I must imagine is a busted lip from the taste of blood and the swollen feeling. I know he wishes he could get the chance. As if he can read my mind he hits me. His is weak, but the message is clear, years of anger about what I did to him. Now my head is really on fire. I throw up again just from the pain. The truth is I haven't eaten since lunch that plus the alcohol, fear, and pain have made throwing up inevitable. My mother and Gary turn toward him.
"What the fuck man." Gary asks.
"You did it. I have been dreaming of doing this for years." My step father says.
"Okay enough you two, let's keep focused." My mother says.
My mom excuses herself to get me a soda from the vending machine. Seriously, this mothering this is really crazy given what she has done earlier tonight. She had to have put the drug in my drink. She handed me over to them. While she is out of the room, they start to discuss fucking me. They are both salivating like dogs. I am suddenly hoping my mother returns soon. The horror of their conversation must register on my face because they both snicker.
"You know you missed this." Gary says pointing at his dick.
"I broke her in for you." My stepfather adds.
"Dude, I hate to tell you this but that is just sick." Gary says. Now I feel like I am in some weird universe where one of my kidnappers thinks the child molester is sick. Yet he raped and beat the adult version. My step father just gives Gary a seriously look. Thankfully my mother returns. I think she can sense the conversation because she warns them again that they need to stay focused.
My mother opens the can of soda and a pack of saltines left from some lunch buffet on the road. Truthfully, I am happy to have something in my mouth. The soda is so cold. Again she gives me the sympathetic look. She grabs the ice bucket and heads out again. She comes back and puts ice in a wash cloth. She holds it to my lip.
"Don't leave me alone with him." I say in a near cry whisper combination. She looks at me with a look of horror, but she reads my eyes and sees the fear. She just shakes her head yes to me.
They go to the other room to discuss their plans. I try to focus through the walls, but all I hear are elevated whispers. I decide trying to listen does nothing for me. I decide that breathing and focus are much more useful. I start picturing Luke and I in the mountains of Montana. I picture how peaceful it is. I let my imagination take me there. I wonder where he is right now. I see him pacing back and forth blaming himself.
They come back into the room. They seem so excited and happy like kids on Christmas. I decide that it is now the time to ask what their plans are for me. I clear my throat.
"Can I ask what your plan is?"
"It is funny. I have been waiting for you to ask that." Gary says.
"Well I am asking because I can't figure it out."
"That must be killing you, Ms. Smarty pants."
"No."
"Well you see I went to prison for you and so did your step father. We have had years of dealing with life in a cage because of you. Imagine how it felt to see you on the cover of a magazine at the wedding of the richest guy in Seattle. Can you even know how that feels?"
"No I can't. But he is my boss not my husband or anything."
"I know, but the fact that you are working and knowing people like that is sickening to me. So I started working my revenge and these two decided they would help."
"Again I don't get it."
"You are the highest ranking accounting person in Christian Grey's wife's company. Don't you think that has value to a man like that?"
What he is saying hits me like a ton of bricks. He is going to go to Christian for my release oh crap and what a day to have this all happening.
"You seriously think Christian Grey is going to pay you to get me back. Why would you think I am that important to him."
"1. He is supposed to be Mr. Giver, and 2. You are friends with his wife. Yes I have checked this information."
"You are absolutely absurd."
As I finish the words he slaps me again.
"I would appreciate you not doubting me anymore because for your information, he has agreed."
My cheeks turn red for a new reason, and suddenly I want to die in this cheap motel, then have Christian pay for me especially tonight while his father-in-law is in the hospital. I suddenly see that my cell phone is on which explains how they contacted Christian. My text alert for Luke goes off.
Gary smirks as he reads it aloud, "Hello, I know you have her. If you harm her, you will deal with me."
