This time she's sitting up, judging from the uncomfortable angle. Her fingers are still numb, but she wiggles them around and they begin to tingle. The same cloth is covering her eyes and she takes a deep breath, trying to remember what she'd been taught. Stay calm. Don't show fear. Everything will be fine.
"Abel." She whispers hoarsely. "Abel." Silence greets her and she groans, trying not to let the panic bubble back up. She keeps moving her feet, trying to figure out where she's at. "Anyone?" There's a moan to her left and her heart leaps into her throat. "Abel?"
"Oh no." He grumbles and she relaxes into her chair, a whimper escaping from her despite herself.
"Abel, are you ok?" She whispers and there's a long pause.
"My head hurts like a son of a bitch." He states slowly. "And it's not from the alcohol."
"Abel. Listen. We got kidnapped." She says and he swears loudly.
"What the fuck do you mean we got kidnapped?" He demands.
"I mean that prospect Nick drugged me and knocked you out and now we're tied up here." She lists off and he sighs.
"I got that Willow. Why the hell would anyone take us?" He asks and she bites her lip.
"I don't know, I don't know who Nick is or why he'd take us, but we need to figure that out." She tells him and there's enough silence that Willow worries that he's been knocked back out.
"Tell me you're ok." His voice is calmer now and Willow takes a deep breath, trembling again.
"Yeah, I'm ok." She says softly and he exhales.
"If those guys come back in I'll kill them." He threatens murderously. "If they touch you, I'll kill them."
"Abel, calm down, it's going to be—" Her words are cut off when a door opens and slams shut again.
"Well, well, well." The first voice says, sounding amused and every muscle in Willow's body tenses up. "What do we have here?" Both of them remain silent. "I know pretty little Willow Winston, but who's her boyfriend?"
"His name is Abel Teller. He's a hang-around for the club maybe. I'm not really sure." Nick says casually.
"God, you must be as stupid as you are ugly." Abel comments and Willow wishes like hell she could see him so she could smack him.
"What the fuck does that mean?" Nick demands defensively.
"It means you clearly don't know my connections to the club, dumbass." Abel sasses and Willow desperately searches for a toe or foot or anything to step on, something so he'll shut up.
"What connections does some kid like you have to the Sons?" The man scoffs.
"First off, there's my last name." Abel says, tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Abel, maybe now isn't the best time to rehash your family history." Willow hisses and gasps when someone slaps her, hard. Her eyes water and her cheek stings, turning hot.
"Did you just hit her?" Abel demands furiously. There's a loud scraping, like he's dragging his chair across the floor.
"Jax Teller's son." The man says, with a hint of wonder. "We heard that you were far, far away."
"Well I came back, now face me, you coward! What kind of pussy hits a girl that's tied up?"
"Shut him up. Shut them both up. I'm guessing we have till morning before the club notices they're missing. Make sure they're secure." The man orders and the door slams shut again. Willow braces herself for more blows, but she isn't Nick's first target.
Judging from the grunts, Abel is receiving a beating. She tries to block out the brutal sound of the dull thumps of him being hit repeatedly. He never cries out, never begs for it to stop. He endures it. Finally, she can't take anymore.
"Nick! Nick! Stop it!" She cries. "Stop!"
"Willow, no." Abel rasps, sounding as though he's spitting out blood with every word. "Don't touch her!"
"Drink this." Nick orders harshly, shoving a glass against her lips and she obediently swallows. She waits until the door closes to speak.
"Abel, are you ok?" She asks and for the first time, she hears panic in him.
"I'm fine, I'm fine, Willow are you ok, what did he make you do?"
"Just drink something, I think he's drugging me…" Her words start slurring and she wants to say more but her tongue is oddly heavy.
"Willow, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have let him hurt you. Willow, stay with me, please… Willow, I'm sorry, I didn't—"
AN: Sorry for the short chapter, like I said, school does not seem to be slowing down anytime soon (sadly). Less sorry for the little cliffhanger, but I promise, next week I will reveal all! Have a great weekend, thanks for reading, and thanks to all of you who reviewed and told me you liked the twist- it couldn't be sunshine and roses the entire time, not in Charming. Please review!