Chapter 18- Hold On

Lilly was in pain. Her head hurt from where he had hit her and her lip was bleeding again, she was sure of it. Her head was pounding, like someone was driving a jackhammer into it and she felt quite nauseous.But it was worth it she supposed. They hadn't exactly walked out without a scratch and there had been two of them.

Now they were coming for her. Jonathan would see to that. She had known he wasn't all-bad, he was just a messed up kid, that's all. Her thoughts were interrupted here by the sounds of someone coming down the stairs. The door opened and she saw him, the same man who had given her the phone earlier to talk to Scotty. She had assumed he was their ringleader.

"Jesus Christ," he said when he saw her face. That wasn't supposed to have happened.

"Bloody Valentini," he said under his breath, "I'm gonna kill that son of a bitch."

He opened his mouth to say something to Lilly but was interrupted when his cell phone rang.

"Logan," he answered. "You're joking. I knew we shouldn't have trusted the little rat. Everything's screwed up now, you moron. Bring him back to the house, I'll deal with this myself."

He stomped out of the room, clearly quite furious. He slammed the door behind him so hard that the latch didn't click into place properly and it slowly began to open again.

Slowly Lilly pulled herself to her feet. She leant against the wall for support and calmed herself down. Maybe she should stay here? If Jonathan had made it to the phone Scotty would be here soon. But what if he hadn't? This might be her only chance to get away, and she couldn't lose it. Making up her mind she slowly walked over to the door, careful not to make any sounds.

She opened the door and looked around. The room she had been in had been connected to a large basement. Apart from two large containers in one corner the room was empty. She started to walk over to them but stopped when she heard yelling coming from upstairs. While they were distracted by whatever argument that was taking place, she might be able to get out.

She took care walking up the old wooden stairs and opening the door at the top of them. The voices were louder, Lilly now able to hear some of the words that they were shouting.

"…you stupid bastard, you ratted us out to the cops. What the fuck are we supposed to do now you arsehole?"

She breathed a small sigh of relief, Jonathan had done it; he had called Scotty. She started to walk but stopped when she heard them start yelling again.

"What are we supposed to with her now huh? She was supposed to be yours. After all this was over and done with you were supposed to be the one who blew her fucking brains out."

The yelling paused for a moment and through the wall Lilly could feel the tension of the room.

She heard the sounds of someone being slammed into a wall. She had to see what was going on. She walked over to the door that had been left open, just slightly, and peered through the small crack. She saw one of the guys hit an already bleeding Jonathan into the wall again. What she saw then sent chills down her spine. PC Hughes. That son of a bitch, he was the one who had brought this case to her attention in the first place.

"Wait. I know what you can do." Lilly could just see the guy who was speaking now. She was fairly certain it was the one who had been talking to her in the basement just a few minutes ago.

He pulled Jonathan onto his feet. "You can go down there and kill her now. Right now."

He pulled a gun from the waistband of his pants and went to hand it to Jonathan.

Jonathan took a step back from him, clearly a bold move. "I can't do it I can't kill her." He was shaking now, beads of sweat running down his face.

"Make your mind up kid. Either you kill her, or I'll kill you both."

"I'm not going to do it," Jonathan said weakly.

"Alright then you've made your choice," he raised the gun and cocked it, the barrel pressed to Jonathan's head.

A thousand thoughts shot through Lilly's mind. She wanted to do something, she felt compelled to do something, but she couldn't move. He wouldn't do it, he was just playing wasn't he.

She watched Jonathan squeeze his eyes shut as the man's finger clamped onto the trigger and pulled it back painfully slowly. With one bang, one bullet, one second it was all over. Blood and brain matter covered the back wall. She turned to run but was stopped abruptly when she come into contact with someone.

"You're not going anywhere." His hands clamped around her wrists and pushed her backwards through the door.

"I think she enjoyed your little show. What do you say we give her one of her own? It would be a shame for the cops to get her back alive after all this."

"Definitely," said the other man, wiping Jonathan's blood from his own face.

She saw the gun coming towards her, felt a sharp pain as it struck her head. Then she saw and felt nothing.


When she awoke the first thing she was aware of was the sound of running water. She could feel the coldness start to soak through her clothes and the shivers that went through her body at this revelation caused her head to pound. Slowly she opened her eyes. What she saw made her gasp and made the man beside her chuckle.

"I thought for a moment you were going to sleep right through this. Glad you woke up, that would have been a shame. Well not for you." Before her stood Jonathan's killer. He was about to become hers as well.

"Well I'll leave you to it, I can't be hanging around her when the cops show up."

With that he left. She began to take in her current situation. After a few seconds of surveying where she was and how hopeless her situation had become she wished that she had remained unconscious. She was lying in a bathtub, her legs tied to a hook on the wall shaping her body into an almost perfect 90 angle. Her hands were tied in front of her. She tried to reach her feet but at this angle they were just out of her reach. She then tried pulling on the hook, hoping that it might give in. But it didn't.

The water level was rising and she contracted her stomach muscles so she could hold herself out of the water a little longer. But that was no use. Her muscles were too tired from lack of proper food and rest and they gave way. She took one deep breath and fell into the rising water, the level of which now over-took her head. She had never been able to hold her breath for that long underwater and right now she was breaking her own record. Her lungs were aching and felt like they were going to explode. She felt dizziness come over her but she fought it back. She opened her eyes and through the water everything was blurry, all she could make out was the light of the globe that hung from the ceiling. She closed her eyes again. She could feel vibrations through the floor and could hear voices, were they saying her name? She opened her eyes just long enough to see someone standing over her. She couldn't hold on any longer. Her eyelids slid shut and as everything faded away.

A/N: Another little cliff-hanger, although it shouldn't be long before the next update, I don't wanna leave you hanging too long!