A Broken Life, A Broken Family

By: LonesomePan-Chan

Chapter 14

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Special thanx toHelissa (thanks for giving me ideas for this chapter) THANKS MUCH GIRL!

I could hear someone moving about, around me. I wanted so badly to open my eyes, but couldn't come up with the strength of will for my lids to open. I've been semi awake for 10 minutes, and still couldn't move in fear 'they'll' do something to me. Then again I wasn't sure 'they' were dangerous to my health, maybe I was still in the plane with Beau.

Beau would have been cuddling close to me; he would have been next to me.

A door crashed open, and someone was thrown inn. They're laughs, and cruel comments, which lasted till I heard the heady door slam shut. Someone crawled next to me, trying to shake me awake. I stayed still in the person's arms, and heard them saying my name over and over. I was so afraid I stayed still, not moving, not talking, not listening. And I realized for the first time I was lying on the floor, which was cold, touching my bare legs?

I screamed opening my eyes, looking down at myself checking that I was dressed, and nothing had happened to my child. I found I was wearing the dress Beau had made me wear to look presentable the day I was kidnapped. The dress was to my knees, but I guess I was dragged in so they were to my thighs, and the floor was dirty. I screamed when the person besides me said my name, and touched my shoulder.

"Pan, calm down it's me, it's me, Trunks," Trunks said bringing me to him, hugging me tight.

I stopped screaming, too shocked to do anything as I turned and looked up, at Trunks' dirty, and bleeding face. "How… why are you here?" I asked looking at one particular cut near his left eye.

"The same reason you're here," he stated looking down at me, with mixed emotions drowning in his gaze. I began to shake holding my stomach, and trying to get closer in his embrace. I didn't care about our past right then, because he was a familiar presence.

"What happen to your face?" I asked touching the cut near his eye. He winced but didn't move away from my hand, instead moved closer.

"They don't like pretty boys, so they tried to make some new arrangements with my features," he said smiling reminiscing.

"Who are they?" I asked.

"I don't know, they kidnapped me today, when one of my cars broke down," he said looking around the room, I followed his example. We were in a medium sized room; bull of old boxes, which seemed empty. There were lights handing from the ceiling, giving dim light around the room, allowing shadows to move. And as I looked to one corner, I got a glimpse of a rat running along the wall.

"How are you doing? You've been missing for a day, and a half; I heard over the news. I asked Beau how it happened, and if the baby was alright, but all he could tell me, was that you are still pregnant, and they kidnapped you," he said taking my face in between his hand examining me closely. "We can't stay here, you're near your due date," he said looking back to the door, in which he had been thrown through.

"I'm scared Trunks, I'm scared. I don't want anything to happen to our baby, I don't want anything bad to happen to him," I cried shaking my head. I had said the truth, it was our child, a boy, and I was terrified. I couldn't be strong or prideful, or anything but scared right now, I couldn't even think.

"Don't worry, I'll find a way out, we will get out of here, and our baby will be fine, he'll be healthy, and safe. Don't worry, don't panic, it's all going to be all right," he said soothingly to me, rocking me like a child.

"Well isn't this touching, Mr. Briefs, and Ms. Son so close, and consoling each other," someone laughed cruelly. Trunks, and I both became still, and tense.

"I didn't know they knew each other, so..." another person paused looking for a word, "warmly."

"Well this shows how the world is a small place," said the first one.

"I agree, but never mind that, do you know why you're here Mr. Briefs, Ms. Son?" the second man asked. They weren't in the room, but I could hear the voices from speakers placed next to a camera microphone, next to a corner on the ceiling.

"No," Trunks, and I said in unison. The two men shared a cynical laugh for a few seconds.

"Both your families are the most… 'Gifted' in money, why wouldn't anyone want to have that," the first voice explained.

"You want money, we understand and will cooperate, just don't harm Ms. Son," Trunks said to the camera.

"Well that had been our first idea… see we got a new boss just weeks ago, and he wants more, way more…" he paused, not finishing his sentence. His friend did though,

"Our boss is attracted by both sexes," he stated simply.

"Why is telling us he's bisexual, anything to do with our release or what he wants," Trunks asked in a neutral voice. I began to shake; I didn't want to know what the 'boss' wanted with us.

"He wants the most beautiful people at his side for a while," one man chuckled. "Your families will still have to pay for your safety, but you won't be going home any time soon."

I felt like screaming. My child would not, be born in this place, it was just unacceptable. NO! That would not happen. I turned to Trunks and found him flustered in his own anger.

"Ms. Son is pregnant, she cannot stay here much longer… surely your 'boss' won't want a pregnant woman," he said trying to get at least me out of here.

"But he loves children," they laughed cynically sending disgust, terror, and defiance through my veins. They would not touch my child while I was still breathing.

"What type of sick bastard is he!" Trunks yelled in disgust, trying to pull away from me and go to the camera. I held on, not sure what I'll do if he let me go. We had to get out of here, and quickly.

"The type that'll excitedly take your kid after it's born," they laughed and laughed. I began to cry, harder, just realizing I was crying at all. Trunks hand held on tighter to me, trying to calm me. I felt the strength in his hands, and arms, calming me a little… he would protect his child and me, he will.

"Sick," was all Trunks snarled holding me tight. He looked around the room and decided to go behind the cardboard boxes, so the camera wouldn't see everything we did. The men laughed as they realized what we wanted to do… they didn't seem to mind.

"Go ahead hide, we don't care to watch you all day," he said finally shutting up. I cried huge tears, making my face wet with them. I needed all this terror out of my system if I had any probability to survive, I would have to be strong.

"Shhh…Pan don't cry, they can't do anything to us, they want money from our families that's all… they won't do anything to us," he tried to calm me, only making me cry harder. He kept mumbling to me soft calming words, keeping me close to his body, and rocking me like a child.

"They want my baby Trunks, they want him to do sick things," I cried trying to breathe. "I won't let them, I won't, I'll die before that happens, I'll take him with me… no one deserves the fate they want for him, it's too cruel," I cried harder holding my stomach protectively. Trunks laid his hand on my hand, I looked up at him.

"Does he kick a lot?" he asked surprising me. I smiled up at him a little smile, realizing I didn't have any grudges against him… but I still love him, and probably would always, but what can I do.

"Yeah, everyday," I said liking his hand on mine, over our baby.

"How have you been?" Trunks asked me softly.

"I've been good, and you?" I asked him snuggling closer to his chest, needing the warm closeness. I realized it was cold.

"I could have been better," he said sadly making me look up at him. He smiled sadly, but didn't say any more.

I started to pull away feeling sorry I couldn't hug him, and tell him everything between us would be like it use to be, before I found out he had been trying to get my corporation. It just couldn't go back to him after everything, even now that I know he is sorry and I have no grudges against him. I even still cared for him, a lot.

"Trunks…" I started but stopped as Trunks laid a finger against my lips, and shoot his head.

"I know we can't be together… After all I did to you, I'm grateful you're even talking to me now," he paused pulling me back firmly to be held by his strong arms. "I tried to forget you and live in peace with our baby, without me there to spoil your time, but I don't think I'll be able to do that… Pan promise me that I can be a part of our child's life, please let me visit him, and spend time with him, please," he said resting his chin on the top of my head.

"You can spend time with your child, Trunks, I would never take a father away from his child or a child from his father. I'm just not that cruel," something in his shoulders relaxed and I felt even more comfortable in his relaxed arms.

"Thank you, Pan," he said softly before we heard the door on the other side of the boxes begin to slide open.

"Trunks what do they want? What do they want," I whimpered feeling the panic Trunks had made me forget, come back full force. He pulled away from me, and stood facing whoever entered the room.

"Mr. Brief, Ms. Son, can you both come around you hideout slowly… our boss wants to speak to both of you," he called through the room. I couldn't see him, but Trunks could he bend down helping me to my feet. "Don't try anything funny, I'm armed… come around the boxes with your hands behind your neck, slowly," I looked up at Trunks, seeing him nod before taking the lead around the cardboard wall we hid behind.

"Ah, slowly Mr. Briefs, and don't move you hands at all," their were 5 men in all. Once I was visible to them, they made Trunks and me turn to the walls. We did as they said since they all where equipped with guns, and we had nothing. They tide our hand behind our necks making our hand movements to a minimum.

Trunks had whispered to me, to stay calm and if anything happened to him that he would be okay. He was planning something, I just know it, he is, and that scares me more than meeting the boss.

"Move faster fag!" one of the men shoved Trunks hard in the back. I swallowed back any noise I might have made, and kept walking, feeling them at my back. Trunks was led farther in front of me, and I tried to walk faster to catch up, but the made me stop, and watch as Trunks was taken to another way different destination than I was.

"Your friend is going to wait down the hall, while you talk to our boss," he chuckled as I heard flesh hit flesh, and someone falling to the ground. Fuck, they where hurting him.

"Make them stop," I screamed feeling my eyes get glossy, but not allowing myself to cry any more. The man simply shrugged and shook his head. "Stop!" I screamed to where I could hear them hitting him. "Stop," I screamed struggling against the restraints on my wrists. I moved away from them down the hall, only to be pulled back forcefully.

"Shut the fuck up," one of them screamed in my face. I shook my head and turned my head away hearing Trunks finally cry out in pain.

"Move!" they pushed me hard down another hallway, making me walk quickly. We stopped in front of a metal door, knocking before walking in. "Boss, this is Ms. Son," one of the men introduced me. I looked around the room, and found it was a big office, with the desk and everything.

A short man came around the wooden desk sizing me up. I looked down at him, realizing he was a whole foot shorter than I was, and had the features of a damn rat. His teeth where yellow from nicotine use, his face hairy with unshaved facial hair. His nose was crooked downward, and he was dressed in what looked like a very expensive made suit.

"Good to know you have finally awoken, Ms. Pan. We were afraid Kari hit you too, hard," he laughed to himself, calling a woman to him. She was tall and slender; her face could have even been beautiful if she didn't look like something was up her ass. "Please take a seat," he pointed to a chair.

"I'll stand," I stated rejecting his offer. Standing high and tall, looking down at him, and trying to see strong.

"As you wish," he shrugged going back around his desk, sitting in his leather chair, and looking at me thoughtful.

"You provably already been told you aren't going to be let back home, till I see fit, and that provably isn't any time soon. You will be assigned a more comfortable chambers, and will be locked there till I call upon you," he pause thinking over how much he should tell me. "Jason, take her to the prepared room, as well as Mr. Briefs."

"Move faster," Jason pushed me with the barrel of his gun to the small of my back. He was the only one with me; everyone else had stayed with the 'boss'. We walked to where Trunks lay tide up in the hall, eyes closed, looking like he wasn't breathing. I made a noise deep inside my throat, and tried to run to him, but Jason laid a hand on my shoulder gripping it hard.

He pushed me forward allowing me to kneel next to Trunks who I couldn't see breathing. I touched his shoulder, and then shook him desperately. His face was a bloody mess; there was bran new cut on the side of his neck. I touched his face tentatively afraid he was dead. He couldn't be, not just like that.

"Where is everyone?" Jason asked to himself looking around. "They wouldn't just leave him here unattended if he wasn't dead," he said to himself kneeling on the other side of Trunks. I gripped my arms around Trunks chest and pulled him to me, I held him desperately feeling a great loss, he wasn't dead, he can't be, not just like that.

Jason laid his gun near Trunks' leg, freeing his hands. I looked at the gun, it was soo close to my hand I could almost touch it as I gripped Trunks. Just a few inches away. Trunks wasn't dead. I just couldn't think he was, I don't know why but the possibility felt impossible.

Jason put his left hand at Trunks' pulse, and right near his heart. I moved if possible faster than a leopard, smooth, and fluid. Taking the gun in my hand, and standing

I stood looking down at Trunks smiling face, and Jason's shocked one. Trunks took Jason's and twisted them so he couldn't move. He opened his mouth to yell for help, but Trunks covered it with one of his hands.

"If you don't want a bullet up your ass, I suggest you keep your mouth shut," Trunks growled pulling off the rope from his wrists and tying up Jason, so he wouldn't be able to move or talk. Once the rag around Jason's mouth was secure I lowered the gun, and let out a breath.

"Are you okay, Trunks?" I asked watching as he lifted Jason effortlessly from the ground and began dragging him towards a door near the end of a hall. He didn't answer my question, until he opened the door and let me see all the men that had been beating him, in the same room. Throwing Jason in with them, he shut the door, and looked at me smiling.

"I'm fine now, Pan," he pause closing the door, and taking the gun in my hand. "I'll put this in my collection," he stated placing the gun in his waistband where lay hidden another gun. "Let's get out of here," I couldn't help it, I jumped into his arms and hugged him tightly. I had known he wouldn't have died, but there still was that 'if' that scared me. What if he had died? What would I have done? How could I have survived?

"It's okay Pan, we are getting out of here, we don't have to stay here any longer," he whispered kissing my moist cheek. Shit I was crying, again. I nodded whipping my cheeks, managing a small smile.

"Let's find an exit," I smiled as he reached out for my hand, and I gave it to him. We walked down many hallways, up many stairs until we found an open unguarded door. We walked right out! We walked straight out of the building, found it was a factory! We called the police, and told them the where about of our kidnappers, and what they had planned to do. A swat ambushed the factory, and captured all the men kidnappers, but Kari had been missing. She had escaped before the police got the raid going, but what could she do… I didn't worry much about her.

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"You know, I wouldn't have been able to survive if you wouldn't have been there," I stated looking over at Trunks who was sitting next to me, in the warm office of the England's chief police office. They had given us new clothes and stitched up Trunks' cuts, which surprisingly weren't many.

"How are you so sure about that?" Trunks asked looking down at me. I smiled a smile saying I know he knew, it was because of him that I didn't die of fright. "You took that guy's gun, like you were dancing, even the way you stood," I blushed shaking my head.

"If you hadn't grabbed him before he got me, then I wouldn't have been able to stand at all," I said laughing as he leaned down closer to my face, turning his face so his cheek was near my face.

"Then I deserve a kiss on the cheek, at the very least," he teased beginning to pull away. I felt a pull, and did the only thing I wanted to do. I kissed him on the cheek close to the corner of his lips. He looked at me shocked for a few seconds then came out with his boyish delighted smile.

"Looks like I got here just in time." It was Beau in the doorway.

I moved slowly averting my eyes from Trunks, and looking up at Beau's handsome face.

"Beau," I whispered. I wanted to get up and hug him, but I didn't want to move away from Trunks. Stupid but true, I was afraid if I wasn't with Trunks something bad might happen.

"I'm glad you're well taken care of, Pan," he said softly walking further into the room, and kneeling at my feet. "How did he end up here before me?" he asked in a warm tone. I looked at him a little confused. 'Hasn't he heard?'

"Trunks is the one who saved me escape… he had been kidnapped as well," I explained smiling down at Beau, watching as he struggled with some emotion I couldn't read.

"The thank you Trunks, for saving my fiancée," he said looking over at Trunks. Beau smiled and Trunks' face just frowned as he nodded to Beau. Trunks looked at Beau hard, before turning to me and softening his features smiling at me.

"I have to go home, Panny. My family is practically worried sick, especially my mom, and sister," Trunks stated earning a frown from Beau in calling me 'Panny.' "I'll keep in touch." He stood brushing off his pants, and offering me his hand. Without a thought, a reached for him over Beau's head, allowing him to take my hand into his bigger one.

Trunks bent down and kissed the top of my hand, before nodding to Beau, letting go of my hand and walking out of the room. I looked after his retreating form and smiled, until Beau got my attention and I told him everything that had happened.

"Do you want to go back to France?" he asked me, looking hopeful. I shook my head.

"No, I want to spend time with my family," I said out loud 'and Trunks,' I thought to myself guiltily.

"Alright," Beau said defeated. Not asking about Trunks' comment about keeping in touch, or not even knowing my promise to Trunks about our baby.

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Author Notes: Review, and let me know what you think. I want to start on the next chapter soon. So review and let me know if you have any suggestion in making the story better.