Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story.

Thanx for all the reviews! I took in consideration the one that said it
needed more action, and I agreed. I was starting to get bored with my
own story, so I added a little action. For all you Amy/Matt lovers the
story is still mainly about them.

12:20
Amy looked at her watch and it was 12:20. She still had to wait ten
more minutes. A red car came riding up slowly and stopped in front of
her. A man that was pretty tall and muscular stepped out of the
driver's side. He grabbed Amy and before she could think about what was
happening she was in the backseat of his car. They were moving, moving
somewhere, Amy had no idea who they were or where she was going. The
whole car was locked when she tried to get out. There were two men in
the front. They were talking but she couldn't hear exactly what they
were saying. They were still in the car when she heard a muffled
ringing. Amy remembered that she had her cell phone with her. It rang
once more before she could get to it. "Hello?" she whispered quietly so
the men wouldn't hear her. "Amy?" whoever the person on the other line
said. She could tell it was Jeff because of his accent. "Help," she
whispered, praying that the men wouldn't hear her. "What?" Jeff asked.
"Jeff, please," Amy cried. This time the men heard her and the driver
looked to the back in his mirror. "Hey! She's got a phone," the man
driving said. The man in the passengers' side quickly grabbed the phone
from Amy before she could do anything else. "You think your smart,
don't you Bitch!" the man yelled. It was silent for a few minutes. Amy
was trying to signal to someone for help, but she figured they couldn't
see through the tinted windows. They had been in the car for about an
hour before they stopped. She wondered if they knew who she was, or
what kind of people she knew. She figured they didn't. Where the hell
am I? Amy thought. They had drove through California a lot, but then
she thought, maybe she wasn't even in California anymore. It was about
five minutes before anybody came to get her. The two men came back out
and opened the car door. Run, run, Amy's mind was screaming at her to
run but her body wouldn't cooperate. It took both the men to get Amy
out of the car. She was kicking and screaming but it didn't do any
good, it just made the men angrier. "Stop bitch," he shouted at her.
There were no houses or buildings as far as she could see and all the
screaming was doing was making her lose her own strength. They carried
her into the building and threw her into a room. The building looked
kind of like an old house. She was alone, all alone. The men had left
and she was in a room with nothing in it except a tiny window at the
top of the room. She was freezing, her head pounded, her stomach
growled, she was there, all alone, no Matt, no Jeff, no best friend,
just Amy, just Amy. What was going to happen to her now? Was she going
to be left there for dead? Would someone come rescue her? How would
they find? They wouldn't, she decided. I'm going to die all alone. When
she thought that this song popped into her head,
I never thought I'd die alone
Another six months I'll be unknown
Give all my things to all my friends
You'll never step foot in my room again
You'll close it off, Board it up
Remember the time that I spilt the cup
Of apple juice in the hall
Please tell mom this is not her fault.
Amy began to cry, cry because she was never going to see Matt or Jeff
again. Cry because she was never going to be able to tell Matt how she
really felt. Cry because she was going to die all by herself. Amy sunk
down in a corner and sobbed. She was in the room about an hour before
anyone came in. This time it was a man, a man who she has seen before.
She wasn't sure exactly who he was though. He approached her slowly.
She tried to back away form him but she was cornered. "Do you remember
me Amy?" he asked. "Do you remember me?" he asked again this time a
little louder. Amy shook her head no slowly. She did but she couldn't
exactly remember him. She knew she had met him before, more than once.
All of a sudden childhood memories came back. Ones that she had blocked
out of her memory for so long. "Dad?" she asked quietly. "Ohhh, that's
right sweetheart. Do you remember me now? Do remember all the horrible
things I used to do to you? Huh? Do you know why me and your mom got a
divorce?" he asked sharply. "Do you know why?!" he yelled. "Because of
you, you little selfish bitch." This time when he yelled he hit her,
hard. This made her cry louder. "Oh your such a baby! A big time
wrestler shouldn't cry because their daddy hits them. They get hit all
the time, but I guess you don't. You have the Hardy Boyz or whatever
their name is. They do all the work for you. My daughter the bitch, who
never learned to do things for herself. But when I tried to teach you
how a little girl should act, well you tell me what happened. I think
you remember. Don't you? Or would you like me to bring the memories
back?" he shouted, hitting her so hard she was almost unconscious. The
story was when she was little he used to abuse her. When her mother
found out she divorced him and got everything. Amy had blocked the
memories out of her mind because they were so horrible. She hadn't even
remembered what happened until today. Now Amy was drifting in and out
of consciousness when he hit her one last time he said something,
except it was inaudible to her. She was unconscious. "Stupid, whore!"
he yelled kicking her before he left. He left her unconscious in the corner.

Please Review, should I keep going with this story?