A/N: Okay, this is chapter 2 of "If Only She Had Left a Message"! I hope you enjoy and if you don't either way leave a nice long review explaining why or why not…..or a short one saying "AWESOME!" or "SUCKED!" I really don't care….BTW I LOVEEE all the reviews! I got more than I EVER expected to get for one chapter of a story! I appreciate it soooo much! They make my day!

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Logan hastily dialed Veronica home number from his cell and held the phone, his hands shaking, to his ear. The only thing keeping him from breaking down completely in the face of this danger was the determination of saving someone he truly loved….if he got there fast enough. Weevil and his gang were still following him as he speed towards the Kane House. Hopefully, Veronica father would be able to give him more specific directions.

"Hello?" Keith Mars' voice questioned through the phone.

"Hi, Mr. Mars its Logan. I just got a call from Veronica. I know about the tapes, but from what I heard my 'dad' does too. I think she might be in trouble." He practically shouted so worried he was about to burst.

"What! Where is she right now?"

Logan was frustrated. He didn't have time for him to act all 'fatherly'. "I was hoping you could tell me. She always complains about the bugs that you put on her car and phone."

"Of course, let me get my gear out." Logan heard a rustle and he could feel his heart hammering in his throat.

"According to this her car is unmoving on Archibald Ave. down the street from the Kane's. I'll be right there to back you up."

"No," he said as he made a sharp left turn on a side street shocking the riders behind him "There's no point. I'm closer. All you can do is call the police so if we do take care of Aaron there'll be somewhere for him to go." And with that he hung up the phone not bothering with being polite.

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"HELP! Somebody help me, please!" Veronica shouted into the glass door. Her leg was twisted from the crash and she knew that there was no way she could run from Aaron. She had shivers and her hands and legs were shaking so badly she could barely hold herself up. Her thoughts were completely fogged by the palpable heart wrenching fear that she felt knowing that she could die at the hands of the man who had brutally murdered Lilly; she was acting purely on instinct.

A burst of hope ran up her spine when she saw the lights of the two-story house flicker on. It was like the light of a savior. She was nearly in hysterics as she ran towards the door, but it was short lived as Aaron's face peered through the glass his face contorted in rage and frustration: almost as if this were all one big waste of time; not her life in his hands. Veronica didn't even have time to scream when his hand went flying through the glass towards her face. If she passed out of terror or was knocked unconscious by the blow of his hard fist…she would never know.

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A warm smell…but she couldn't quite place its source. It smelt of a fire in a cabin among a laughing family. It smelt just like the 7/11 across the street from the gas station in her home town….gas. Gas? She opened her eyes and blinked, trying desperately to clear the fog from her mind. Where am I? She asked herself glancing around the seemingly abandoned backyard of someone who obviously didn't care about their belongings. Then in the form of harsh ropes tightening around her stomach and arms, she came back to reality.

"Hello Veronica. Are you awake? Time to go to school!" Aaron's mock caring voice asked. She moved to grab for him, hoping to scratch his eyes out, kick him, do anything necessary to escape, but found that she was tightly bound to a cold metal pole, and as if that wasn't bad enough Aaron had an open bottle of gas next to his foot.

"What do you want from me?" she begged him desperately.

"Hmmm….What do you think? I want my damn tapes!" he shouted.

She gathered up her courage "You're a murder. I'm not going to let you get away with that! You'll never get those tapes!" In a flash the back of his hand had risen and nearly collided with her cheek, but just as quickly as the rage had come to his face, it reseeded. He showed the trademark Echoll's grin and placed his hand gently against her cheek. She squirmed away, trying her best to turn her head.

"Not nearly as good as Lilly…but…I could learn to live with short blond hair. I can't blame Logan for dating you. You do have some…assets." His smile turned into a harsh sneer. She wanted to throw up. "I would do it you know. Murder, rape, it's all the same in my book." Aaron reached for some duct tape and slapped it across her mouth. Veronica let the tears fall freely now. "If you're ready to give me back what's mine nod your head. I suggest that option because you don't want me to explain the second one. And if that doesn't work then I always have this." He paused motioning to the bottle of gas, and she fought the nerves in her neck form moving. You've come this far. Lilly needs to be able to rest in peace. She can't unless he is in jail...

"No? Okay, then…" He ran his hand down her side, slowly, tauntingly. "Now?" he asked. He was at her waist, but then he drifted lower until her was at her thigh. "This is your last chance, Veronica." She remained still, but the fear was still in her eyes. In slow-motion he reached towards her belt buckle and undid it. She screamed and stomped her feet as much as she could but her cries where muffled by the tape. Despite her efforts, he began to lift up her shirt.

"Get away from her," Logan's voice came echoing from across the yard. He stood there, fists clenched, with Weevil standing next to him.

Veronica's heart swelled and she blinked her eyes: just to be sure she wasn't dreaming or hallucinating.

"Ahh, Logan, come here to save the day? I don't think so." Aaron pulled a pocket knife from his boot, flicked it open, and held it to Veronica's throat. Logan made a move to inch closer, "Do it and she dies." Aaron said. It was not an empty threat.

"What? Daddy Dearest are you afraid to fight me? Don't want to break your million dollar face?" Logan snapped back. He was relieved when Aaron took the knife from her pale neck and took three steps towards him. It was nice to know he could still manipulate him.

"Make him leave," he demanded motioning to Weevil. "And if he calls the cops I will kill her. This is between you and me."

Logan looked at Weevil. Weevil seemed hesitant, almost as if something was just within his grasp only to be taken away from him at the last minute. He clapped Logan on the shoulder, and looked directly into Veronica's eyes "If he doesn't kick his ass, you know I will. Be careful V." Hands in his pockets, he walked ruefully from the battleground.

Logan and Aaron squared off circling slowly in the same direction. "You slept with my damn girlfriend. Were you having another mid-life crisis?" Logan taunted.

"Ohh…" he said dreamily "Was she a good piece of ass, but she got nosey, and you know I don't like nosey people." He looked at Veronica, "This one's nice too, but the same problem. You have a thing for girls who stick their noses where they don't belong."

Logan's face turned a deep scarlet. "Shut-up! Don't you ever talk about Lilly or Veronica!"

"A little touchy are we?" He laughed at him. "Shall I go on? Would you like detailed descriptions of our encounters? Here's a summary: Lilly used to scream my name until her throat was sore, then she'd leave to go scream yours."

Logan lunged at him reaching for his neck. Aaron punched him the face, pushing him backward into a trash bin. He got up and wiped a drop of crimson blood sliding down his chin. He came in swinging, and once again was knocked to the ground by the man who was supposed to be his father. Aaron kicked him in his stomach while he was on all-fours on the hard ground. "I tried to be your friend, but noooo..." Kick. "You didn't want to respect your father." Kick. "Now you're probably wishing you'd kept your big mouth shut."

He kneeled on him leaving Logan, who was now on his back, breathless, and dug his forearm into his neck. "Mmmoogan" Veronica murmured helplessly. He was suffocating. "All that matters is you." He told me. She thought. "I can't stand that I hurt you when all I want to do is protect you." Now it was really going to happen. He's going to die protecting me despite the fact that I stabbed him in the back.

As a final disrespect Aaron came centimeters from Logan's face as he gasped for air and whispered "You'll never win Logan," and he began to laugh. So hard he sounded maniacal, and he continued to laugh on and on. He's completely insane she thought. While he was having his 'evil moment' Logan slowly reached to his right until his fingers where grazing a 2x4. He only had seconds left. Finally, as if it was a miracle, he was able to swing the board around until it slammed into Aaron's joyful face. He was bleeding profusely and now had a deep gash in his once handsome face.

"Bastard," Logan muttered and charged ramming him past Veronica and into the fence behind to her; Logan's foot accidentally knocking over the gallon of gasoline still laying there. It spilt in a circle around her feet, not touching them.

Now Logan was on top of his father, punching him in the stomach over, and over again. You could never tell from where Veronica was tied, but up close tears were rolling down his face. All the anger he had held on to for so long, the fury at Lilly's death, finding out that she had cheated on him, just….everything, exploded out. He wiped the tears away angrily. "HOW COULD YOU!" he shouted. "I loved her! And you took her away from me!"

Oh god, he's going to kill him. She could picture Logan in a small cell doing time for not using "the minimal force necessary". She pushed the tape off as much as possible with her tongue. "Stop Logan! LOGAN! Logan please, he's not worth it!" she screamed.

He turned to her, and his eyes widened. He stared down at his fists and stood up shocked. Aaron laid there unmoving on the hard ground. I've become my father. He thought, disgusted that he had hurt a person so much (even if that person was a murderer). He ripped the remainder of the tape of her mouth and she signed in relief. As he did so Aaron, who had put his acting skills to good use and pretended to be unconscious, noticed the gasoline that Veronica was unknowingly standing in. He snickered, and pulled out his lighter….

A/N: Yes, a cliffie. Duh duh duh! I swear I will update A.S.A.P. (Within a couple days) I just wanted to get at least this much up. Now don't you hear the review button calling your name...Button: (Insert your name here)…. Button: (Insert your name here)… Question: Did that sound cliché because he came to save her? Because that's not what I was going for.