Chapter 35-

NO ONES POV-

Brock sighed looking out the front door, Jon sitting on the stairs of the front patio smoking what had to be his hundredth cigarette, the younger man was a wreck and on edge every one could see it, fuck Brocks jaw felt it "I can try calling Bill, see if he wouldn't meet up with me?" Rene suggested, Brock trying to figure out her riddle, Brock shook his head "let's just wait on the detective." Rene frowned "Brock I can't, I didn't take Rena serious, and because of that." Shaking her head as a tear rolled down her cheek "I know I don't deserve to cry, this is on me, I need to do something to fix it." Brock sighed, he couldn't argue that Rene had a hand in this, but he could see how she didn't take Rena serious, fuck he probably wouldn't of if had any idea this is what she was planning.

"Hey, you fucked up, you came forward, you'll take your punishment, but Rena and Matt did this, they took her, not you." Standing up Brock grabbed a couple of beers making his way out front.

Sighing sitting down next to Jon holding out a beer, the younger man eyeing him for a second before taking it, both men sitting in silent "I'm sorry man, if I uh." Clearing his throat "I'm sorry if I ever caused issues between you and her." Shaking his head "that had to hurt." Brock nodded "she's uh a special women, man, don't take it for granted." Glancing at Jon who was taking a swig "That's why I married her." Brock nodded "she's tough you know." Looking over at Jon "she's going to get through this." Jon nodded taking a drag of his cigarette "yea she is, but what if this is the thing that breaks her, everything she's been through from child hood to losing JJ what if this breaks her." Looking at Brock who stayed quiet, he had thought the same thing and didn't think he could forgive himself if this was.

Neither man noticed Rene going out the back door with her keys, she got Sam in the position nor she wanted to get her out, maybe matt would tell her where they are.

SAMS POV-

I groaned waking up, my whole body hurt on the inside and out I moaned pulling my arms feeling I was laying on a bed now, I opened my eyes or tried to one eye swollen shut I looked around as much as I could taking in my environment, they moved me to a different room, I pulled on the frame my hands where cuffed on feeling it was lose, I just needed to muster enough strength as I pulled frantically.

I could hear his footsteps making me stop as he came in with a plate, he sat down on the edge of the bed I felt sick smelling chicken noodle soup, I frowned I just wanted out of this hell, I wanted Jon, I wanted my dad and little sisters, I wanted to go home, I felt tears rolling down my cheeks"ah sweet heart what's that look for, missing some one?" running his hand on my face I flinched back feeling sick from his mere touch.

I closed my eyes I needed to buy time, as he squeezed on my neck "Mm please look I won't fight, please, your right, your so right, Jon was just a street rat, I was always so much better then him, and Brock look at all the hell he put me through, he deserves this all of this, I just needed a big strong man like you to show me, you not a punk, not like them."

"Don't patronize me." he glared, I shook my head frantically "No, no-" I said sternly swallowing hard "cause I know you don't like that." I whispered "Just lets lose these cuffs, I know you like a struggle, you like to feel like a strong big man, to feel in control, let me give that to you, just lose these cuffs and ill surrender myself to you." I whispered, he glared at me pulling a gun out jamming it in my mouth "No no I'm in control, you're not running the shots here!" he yelled slowly pulling the gun out of my mouth making me cry out "I want to live, please, I'll do anything." He smirked running the gun down my body making me realize I was clothed. As I started to fight against his touch just as his phone started to ring "What? What? No no ill meet you, on my way now." he growled flipping the phone close glaring at me.

Putting the gun between my eyes "you try anything funny." Cocking the gun "I will shoot you and send the video of it to your husband, father and little sisters." Putting his hand on my neck "I'll be back and we'll finish this." Letting go walking out of the room, I frowned not sure how much time I had left but I was going to use it to figure out a way out of here.

NO ONES POV-

They realized Rene left "fuck she wanted to do something to find sam." Brock rubbed his hand over his face he already had one women he had to worry about he didn't need to worry about another one! "Jesus Christ." Jon cursed just as brocks phone rang seeing it was the detective "is Rene with you? No she's not fucking here, she did? Ok I'm on my way." Hanging up his phone looking at Jon and mark "supposedly Rena is willing to confess but only to me." Grabbing his keys "I'm coming with." Jon started to follow "no stay here in case this is a setup, Rena's the brains behind this, matts the muscle, when he realizes Rena's arrested his going to panic, he might call." Brock lectured before getting in his truck and speeding out of the drive way.

SAMS POV-

I felt the metal from the bed frame I was cuffed on loosening, I just needed a little more time

I frowned seeing a body thrown into the room with me afraid of who it could be I scrunched my eyes closed tightly not wanting to see anymore "Rena will deal with you when she gets back." I frowned opening my eyes to see matt tying Rene up across from me on the floor of the basement, why was she here?

"What the hell?" I questioned matt laughed "oh you don't know do you? Rene here was all part of our plot to get you away from Jon." I frowned looking at her, that's why she kissed Jon "Sam I swear I didn't know it'd go this far! I swear!" turning my head when matt back handed her "STOP.'' I cried out making matt look at me "why? She betrayed you my dear!" nodding she did do that "Please matt no one else needs to be hurt please it's not too late." I begged. Matt growled grabbing me roughly by the throat "I told you, you're not going home! And neither is that traders bitch." Pointing the gun at Rene.

DING DONG , I looked up my eyes widened as I started screaming for help Matt hitting me with the butt of the gun putting tape over my mouth as he ran up the stairs, "Can we just, I don't know for right now call a truce?" Rene tried, for all I cared she could go to hell, turning my head I could hear her sigh "Look Samantha we're here together, in this together, we can help each other through this." Rolling my eyes I was already kidnapped, beat and raped, what the fuck could she help me with "or you could just ignore me that works to."

I pulled hard on the metal frame loosening it as I heard him coming back downstairs "Fucking Mormons." he mumbled "Now where were we?" he asked climbing over me again taking the tape off " I like hearing you cry." I cringed feeling him lick the side of my face, no this wasn't happening to me again.

I pulled hard braking the frame "here!" swinging the metal rod against his face with all my strength knocking him back as I kept hitting him, I grabbed his gun "DONT MOVE!" I yelled at him making him smirk "what are you going to do?" starting to lunge towards me as I cocked the gun "that's one move, next one I blow your fucking brains out." I bent down keeping my eyes on him grabbing the metal rod as well he laughed "I don't think you have it in you." he stood up making me scream I shot the gun hitting his knee and started swinging the metal rod across his face as he fell to the god "aH!" I screamed hitting him repeatedly.

Dropping the pipe grabbing Rene who's eyes where wide, our chances were slim, we had a small window, we couldn't let that stop us from trying, it was escape or death and I wasn't ready to die yet starting to run up the stairs feeling him grab my leg pulling me down the stairs, I kicked at his hand "you're not going anywhere bitch." I swung the rod again hitting him in the side of the face and kept swinging "SAM SAM BABY BABY!" I heard Brocks voice I knew it was my mind playing tricks on me as I beat Matt with the metal rod until I felt two strong arms wrapped around me making me scream out before dropping to my knees as a crap ton of cops came rushing down the stairs with guns drawn "AH." I cried as Brock held on to me tightly as the cops checked over Matt "Fuckign bitch attacked me!" he screamed.

"Shh baby I'm here." Brock soothed as I cried into his chest, his hand over the back of my head "Its ok, you're ok, you're safe now." He tried assuring me, I wasn't, I'd never be ok again my entire body beginning to shake with terror "No I'm not." I whispered into his chest, gripping onto him tightly.

"Samantha I'm Detective Branson, we're here to help you." a red headed man bent down in front of me I curled closer into Brock "baby you're ok, you're safe." Brock tried to sooth me

"We need to get her to the hospital." I could hear shaking my head no frantically.

"Brock no." I cried gripping him tightly, Brock nodded "ok ok, can I take her?" the dective sighed "how about Brock rides with you?" the detective asked me gently.

I nodded not wanting to let go of him, Brock nodded slowly standing up holding me tightly to him "Ok we're coming through with her." He watched as Brock carried me up the stairs of what I noticed was a house.

"Here set her down." I heard a man voice "No!" sternly, Brock sighed "sweetheart they got to check you out." he told me gently "I'm right here, I will not leave you." he tried to put me down making me scream digging my nails into his shoulders holding onto him as if my life depended on it.

"Ok ok, just get her to the hospital." the detective told Brock "I can't drive like this man."

"We might have to sedate her." the EMT spoke up Brock sighed "I don't know." he sounded turn as I clung to him I moaned feeling a pinch before everything went to black.

BROCKS POV-

Mark Michelle, Sara, Jon ran down the hall of the hospital, I sat in a chair trying to contain my emotions, she was so dirty, and bruised, she was fucking battered, I wanted to kill them, then the worse, he raped her, multiple times, I sat with my head in my hands, how do I tell her dad that? How do I tell her husband that? I puked when they confirmed it to me. What the fuck did she do to deserve this?

"She OK?" Sara spoke, I shook my head looking up "No she's not OK." I stood up being honest, she wasn't ok, and she wouldn't be ok for a long time, she defiantly would never be the same person we all knew and loved ever again.

"She was beating him with a metal rod when I came in screaming. She shot him in his knee." Mark's jaw tightened "They uh had to sedate her, she wouldn't let go of me to receive medical attention." I didn't want to tell her farther or even Jon the torture she went through.

"Was she?" Mark stopped unable to finish the sentence, I looked at him not wanting to speak, Jon cursed before hitting the wall next to him and walking down the hall, I was barely able to keep it together right now, and I didn't expect much control from him.

Mark cursed turning around, Michelle wrapped her arms around him holding him

I leaned against the wall, I frowned seeing tears fall down Sara's face, and I opened my arms to her hugging her to me "she's already been through so much, how this can be put on her." Sara cried, I swolled hard as she looked up at me, I cleared my throat wiping my face "uh I don't know." I let out.

"Are you ok?" I shook my head no this was on me, this was my fault this happened to her, how the fuck could I not know who I was married to?

"I want to kill both of them, she was so." I frowned I didn't even want to describe the state she was in "She's uh stable, she has a pretty good concussion, a broken wrist, along with cuts from the cuffs she had to have some stiches in her wrists they think she was pulling against them from the looks of it, a couple of broken ribs, her nose is broke, multiple bruises and cuts, she's lucky to be alive, she uh she shot him in the knee and was beating him with a metal rod when I got to them, Rene was there matt agreed to meet her and took her too, she's bruised but that's it." Going over the list of her injuries as the doctor made his way to her family.

"She's asleep we had to keep her sedated." the doctor added, I nodded "can we see her?" I asked the doctor looking "quickly I don't want her woken up." she told us sternly as we were taken back to Sam's room. I frowned seeing so many tubes hooked up to her "she was pretty dehydrated so we're getting some fluids in her system, and with the severity of her broken ribs, her o2 was low so we put her on some light oxygen just to help her give her lungs a break from being over worked. And some strong pain medications." The doctor told us, Mark covered his mouth Michelle and Sara started to cry.

I started counting every cut, every bruise, I clutched my fists before turning around storming out of the room, I couldn't stand in that room I felt like he was going to lose it.

"Brock." I heard marks voice as I stood blowing a breath out "where are you going?" I shook my head "I can't, who the fuck could." I shook my head "How the fuck can anyone hurt her that way? She has visible at least forty six cuts, one huge gash, she was so fucking dirty when I got to her, it's my fault." I leaned against the wall as tears burnt my eyes, I never cried, I didn't believe in men crying, but how could you not seeing that, knowing the damage she went through.

"I'm a fucking ufc fighter and I couldn't protect her mark." I turned around running my hand over my face.

"Hey! You had no idea how fucking sick that women was, you did not know this was coming, there was no warnings, you found her, you brought her home,, you let the world believe you had something to do with this so we could get to her, you did what you needed to do to protect her, regardless of ya'alls past you protected her as much as you could." mark told me sternly making me nod "I fucking mean it Brock, I'm not going to stand her and lie I have never been the biggest fan of yours, you fucking wrecked her her past shit, yea man that lies all on you, this, this isn't your burden to bare.''

SAMS POV-

I groaned slowly opening my eyes everything hurt, "AH!" I moaned when I tried to quickly sit up "Shh sweetheart, your safe." I heard Jon's voice as I tried to sit up "help." I groaned as he jumped up helping me, I moaned I couldn't see out of one eyes, I looked into the eyes of my husband "I'm sorry." I cried making him frown "what? Why are you sorry baby?" he asked sitting on the edge of my bed "I let him-" I stopped unable to say the words especially to Jon as I casted my eyes down word.

"Oh baby." I heard him feeling him gently put his hand on my face making me look at him, his face a mix of emotions, he let out a breath trying to control his anger "you did abouslty nothing wrong! Ever! You do not ever need to apologize for this you understand me?" I just nodded wiping my eye "yea." I cleared my throat as the doctor came in smiling "you're awake, how are you feeling? How's the pain?" she asked sympthicatly,

I shrugged "it's there." I mumbled feeling Jon take my hand, she nodded "is it on a scale of one to ten?" she asked, I sighed "I'm fine, I don't want any pain meds." I told her making her frown, Jon sighed "she's worried, she's uh, she had a problem with pain pills in the past." he informed the doctor for me, she nodded writing that down "well we can defiantly monitor that here and help you with a plan for home, but sweetheart due to your extensive injuries, I do feel some pain management will be needed for you." she told me.

"How bad?" looking up at the doctor who went through the list of my injuries, I nodded "ok." was all I could say, I felt Jon's hand squeeze mine tighter as each injury was spoken "and the police are here to take your statement." the doctor told me, I let out a breath, I didn't know if I could go through the whole story right now or in front of Jon ever "I can buy you some time, if you need." I nodded "Can I do it in the morning?" she nodded "I will tell them you need to rest, call if you need anything, please do not put yourself through misery." she told me gently as she walked out.

I sighed blowing out a breath laying my head back, I looked at Jon who looked exhausted.

"Jon." I spoke gently as his eyes focused on the bruises and cuts all over my body, I brought my casted hand up and frowned putting it down "baby." I spoke again getting his attention "lay with me, please." he sighed laying down next to me as I curled into him, laying my head on his chest, closing my eyes trying not to cry, I thought I would never lay my head on his chest again "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry I wasn't there to protect you." Jon spoke kissing the top of my head, I frowned looking up at him "Jon this isn't your fault, you didn't fail at anything." I told him strongly.

"I didn't suspect Rena before." he told me, I laughed a little shaking my head "oh baby we had no reason to believe Rena was planning this." He sighed pulling me tightly to him "I thought I'd never see you again." he told me, I closed my eyes nodding the same thought ran through my head "we were all so worried." Frowning I had only seen Jon so far I was sure my dad was aware but I wasn't sure of who else knew.

"Who's we?" I asked him "uh your dad and Sara's here with Michele." I looked up my eyes widened "my sisters aren't here are they?" I asked, he shook his head "no no they're home with your nana, but uh brock is here, he helped find you, even allowed himself to be blamed and arrested in order to get them to trust Rene to take her to you." I nodded, I wasn't ready to talk about Rene and her part in this just yet.

"I don't want them to see me here Jon." I whispered softly guilt eating me up, he nodded kissing my head "ok." was all he said "rest baby." he told me as I started to close my eyes "please don't leave me." I gripped to his shirt tightly with my uncasted hand.

He shook his head "baby I'm not going anywhere, just rest." he gently told me running his fingers gently up and down my sore spine, I nodded cuddling as close to him as I could this bed so tiny for his large frame, but he laid in it just holding me, running his hand up and down my back as my eyes drifted closed.

Jon sighed watching her sleep, she was so scared he could see it, she had bruises everywhere, he had never seen someone this beat up, they could've killed her, he let out a breath trying to contain his emotions around her, he wanted to kill both of them, he'd gladly do it given the oppuitturntiy.

He heard her whimper looking down her face was scrunched up "no no please." she cried in her sleep, he closed his eyes "shh sweetheart your safe." he whispered holding her to him trying to comfort her from the nightmare in her sleep "please I wanna live, I'll do anything please stop." she cried making his heart twist as she begged in her sleep. "baby your safe shhhh." he tried soothing her finally after a few moments she calmed down, I sighed trying to shift my large frame in this tiny bed, knowing I was in for a long night.