Chapter 17: He Finally Leaves Her Alone



"It's almost like a second home," Matt said, making his voice sound choked up and reminiscent. He was joking, of course. Only no one was laughing. He stuck his head into the car where Phoebe was still sitting in silence. "Come on Pheebs, crack a smile!"

She looked away, out of the window at the barren lanscape she saw all around her. This wasn't happening. Things like this didn't happen in real life! Nobody kidnapped people in the real world - well, in Phoebe's real world they didn't. But somehow here she was. With him. She drew in a long, quivering breath as he made his way to her side of the car. Maybe she could somehow get the keys and drive herself out of there. Sure she didn't know how to drive, but what did it matter as long as she got away from Matt?

Her door opened, and Matt snatched her arm. The other one was still handcuffed to the steering wheel. Phoebe's wrist was painful and bleeding from struggling against it, but that was at the back of her mind now. All she cared about was escaping.

He was tugging on her arm, but not pulling her out of the car. If he'd tried, he'd probably have yanked the handcuffed arm out of its socket. "Let go of me," she said rigidly through clenched teeth. Of course he paid no attention to her. If there was one thing Phoebe had learned during their 'relationship' it was that he had no respect for her whatsoever. She was indeed just an object to him, a possession. A house pet needing to be trained. And train her he would.

Smirking, Matt reached over her and unlocked the handcuffs. Phoebe immediately gripped her sore wrist with her other hand, instinctively tending the wound. But she didn't really have a chance to inspect the damge, because before she knew it she found herself being hauled out of the car.

Once she was out, Matt threw the door shut and pushed her up against the side of the car. "You think you can get rid of me by telling big sister?" he snarled, pressing his body into hers and holding her in place, "I figured she's gonna get her college buddies to kick my ass anyway so... why not have a little fun while I'm fit for it huh?"

She attempted to push him off and make a break for it, but he easily held her without exerting hiself in the slightest. Compared to Matt, Phoebe was as weak as hell and there was no way she could even hope to hurt him... except maybe for one thing Prue had once taught her. She'd called it the 'Halliwell Family Special' - or the 'Grab, Twist and Pull'!

Breathing in deeply, Phoebe prepared herself. Matt was beginning to grope her roughly, paying no attention to her clenching fist. Thank god he was wearing loose pants. He had a semi-eretion already. It was now or never. She went over the actions in her head. Grab. Twist. Pull. Then she went for it.

His scream could probably be heard for miles around. His hands flew straight to his crotch, giving Phoebe time to thump him heavily on the back with all the strength she could muster and he fell to the ground, tears gathering in his eyes.

Run! That word flew through her head and she put it into action. It was only until he got up and gave chase that she realised how pointless running was. Where would she go? They were miles away from any sort of civilisation. But in the back of her mind was lodged one thought. If only she could stall him for long enough, maybe, maybe someone would drive by and rescue her! It was all she had to believe in, so she put all her strength into trying her hardest.

"Bitch!" came a hoarse shout from close behind her. She should've known better than trying to outrun an athelete - even one with an injured manhood! He grabbed her from behind and held tight. She swung around with a sharp yell and began to pummell him with her small fists. But she was nothing compared to him. Swiftly, he delivered a blow to her temple which sent her to the ground. He'd hit her!

"Self defence, Phoebe," he said hoarsly. "You were trying to hurt me so naturally I had to react." He kicked her heavilyin the stomache.

She cried out, never having felt any sensation like this before. Sure she'd fought with her sisters before but it had never been like this! This was sheer violence and totally brutal.

Dazed, Phoebe felt him pick her up and sling her over his shoulder. Within seconds, it seemed, they were back at the car and walking into the woods. Then he was putting her down and she had managed to collect her thoughts.

"Have to say Phoebe, you really get a guy riled up," Matt commented. He pushed her onto the ground. She glared up at him tearlessly. This couldn't happen. Not again. Her left hand began to scuttle across the ground, searching for something hard.

He was unzipping his pants now, and a small whimper of fear emitted Phoebe's throat. Once he was naked apart from his boxers, he leant down beside her and his hands clawed greedily at the buttons of her school blouse.

"No!" she yelled, finally locating with her left hand something hard to attack him with. She swung the rock at his head and it hit him before he could stop it. Unfortunately, she only had time to get up and begin running before he grabbed her again. It seemed that the 'Halliwell Family Special' was more effective in that department. She fell down and he flipped her onto her back, straddling her.

"I'm beginning to get tired of this," he growled, and clutched her forehead with his large hand. Seemingly expertly, he lifted up her head and quickly slammed it back onto the hard ground.

Phoebe wasn't expecting this. Her vision swam. She couldn't think straight. What'd he done to her?

"A little trick I learned from 'Scream'," he told her, but his words jumbled in her ears. She couldn't understand a word he was saying. She felt so tired. Everything that was happening became a dull throbbing in her head. Was someone taking off her jeans? She slightly felt like someone was undressing her, touching her. And she was so tired...

Her eyes closed, and she was gone.

* * *

"Piper?" Prue called through the manor once she'd arrived home. "Sorry I didn't pick you guys up today," she told her sister once she appeared from the kitchen. "I was meeting Steven, I totally forgot. You two just walked home, right?"

Stepping forward, Piper fiddled with the buttons on the neck of her cardigan. "No... I got a ride home from Stephanie... I thought Phoebe was with you..."

Although this was usually nothing to worry about, Phoebe's current situation with her psycho boyfriend made it far too hard to believe that she was out having harmless fun somewhere. Worry instantly ploughed into their heads as they stared at each other. Where was she?

* * *

Phoebe awoke to the sounds of birds singing, wind rustling leaves and water trickling along a small stream. Where was she? She tried to move, but all over her body she felt pain. Looking down, she saw, to her horror, that she was completely naked!

Looking around her, terrified, she thanked god that she appeared to be alone. On closer inspection, she found that painful bruises were beginning to show up on her skin. She was incredibly disoriented after waking up in such a strange place, but when she remembered what had happened, it hit her like a ton of bricks.

Matt.

"Oh god," she whimpered. Where was he? He wasn't hiding in the bushes somewhere, watching, was he? She was fearful to move anywhere, but she realised she'd starve to death if she just sat there for the rest of her life. Pain jolted through her freezing body as she struggled to sit up. Silently pleading to herself, she scanned the area for any sign of her clothes. "Please... please be here."

He was a sick son of a bitch to leave her stranded in the middle of nowhere without any clothes, bleeding and bruised and shaking with fear. Then she saw her blouse slung over a low tree branch. Her heart soared.

Phoebe stumbled over to it as fast as her aching legs could carry her, and was joyful to find her jeans lying a few feet away from the blouse. Her underwear remained nowhere to be seen. It took her about ten minutes to carefully edge her bruised body into the clothes, but she was so grateful for having found them it didn't matter.

Having been awake for at least an hour, Phoebe was certain she was alone. Eventually, she made it to the roadside. His car was gone, but tire tracks were visible in the fading light. The night was drawing closer. Phoebe had no desire whatsoever to spend the night outside, alone, bruised and hungry but could see she had no other choice. She was too far away to even hope to walk back to the city. Well, to make it in a day anyway. She was at least fifty miles from San Francisco and she had no idea what to do.

Matt had finally let her go. She was on her own.