Title: And Then There Were Two
Author: TWBasketcase
Disclaimer: I do not own The Breakfast Club or the characters.
Chapter Summary: This chapter is going to be in Allison's POV and is going to start from where Bender jumped Dez and Ally went with Jackie and it's gonna go up through her waking up and realizing she is in Bender's house. So I hope you all like and please feel free to review. Cheers!

Chapter 11 – Heart Aches

"I told you to stop!" I screamed at him.

"And I said I like you!" He yelled back. He grabbed my arms and pinned them down over my head, "And I also told you that I'm not gonna hurt you!"

"Get the fuck off me you dirty pig!"

"Shut the fuck up!" He screamed at a pitch so loud I actually felt like I did lose my voice. He had one of his hands pinning down my arms and the other one gripping the bottom of my skirt.

"You ask a girl on a date and show her a good time and she can't even give anything in return!" He hissed. It was only now that I realized how drunk he actually was, and it was at this moment where I started to kick my legs and squirm my body as best as I could under his grip. I was trying so hard that I was actually starting to get tired.

"Stop moving, you bitch!" He screamed reaching his hand up my skirt.

It was at that exact moment the door flew open; I don't think I've ever been happier to see a very angry John Bender storm in.

It all happened so fast; one moment I feel John's eyes locking with mine and the next the two of them were on the floor grappling. I can't move; not if my life depended on it. My legs feel like rubber, my throat feels dry and itchy, and I don't know when it started but my eyes are leaking with wet tears. I am such an idiot!

As the seconds – which seem like hours – keep ticking by all I can hear are brutal screams and the sickening thud of flesh on flesh contact. And amidst all the commotion, I have not made a single effort to try and boogey on outta here.

I keep hearing someone; I don't know if it's in my head or not but it sounds as if someone is trying to speak to me. They are yelling and pulling on my arms; and before I know it I'm being dragged away from the bed and out the door as a small group starts to form around the room. I don't exactly know where I found the strength to even walk but I am, and I am moving fast. I can't really comprehend exactly what's happening and it sorta seems as if I am in a dream where nothing is real. Everything moves with a blur following it, and every sound I hear sounds as if it's coming from miles away. My body is trembling; I can feel it. I'm very cold too…it feels like the middle of January in here.

The last few seconds had also flew and now I was in a quiet room and as things started to finally fall into place and seem real again, I began to cry. I looked around the room; it was kinda cluttered with clothes and records and things on the floor, there was a queen size bed, a dresser, two end tables, and bright blue walls with posters everywhere. I have never been here before. I looked to my right and noticed someone; was this the person who brought me here?

"Are you okay?" She asked.

I looked at her; I think I must look confused, "Huh?"

"You know what never mind, okay? You just take it easy, ya hear?" She said softly yet swiftly. She seemed really nice; she had large brown eyes and very long dark brown hair, she was pretty thin and she wore a grey shirt that showed her stomach with a pair of faded blue, torn jeans. It suddenly dawned on me that she was the same girl I was watching earlier. The drunken one; she was also the same girl that came into the room when…

"I'm real sorry," she said, thankfully interrupting my thoughts.

I pulled my knees up to chest and began to slightly rock myself, "You don't have anything to be sorry for."

She nodded her head, "Maybe not but I know exactly how you are feeling." She looked up at the ceiling and folded her arms, "The name's Jackie by the way."

I looked up at her, "I'm Allison…did it happen to you to?"

Her eyes flew to her feet as she nodded her head; seeing the sadness and humiliation on her face made me start crying again. "Yeah…by the same scum bag too. Except I was too fucked up to fight him and he got his way."

I quickly started to wipe away my tears, suddenly feeling foolish for crying. She furrowed her brow and gave me a look, "You can be upset you know…you have every right."

I nodded my head and lay back on the pillow; between struggling with Dez and the thoughts that were causing me to become emotionally drained I was starting to get very tired.

"When I looked in the room and saw him doing that to you…I didn't know what to do. I sat in the damn corner because it just brought back so many bad feelings. I was lucky I bumped into Johnny and I'm sorry I didn't get someone in there sooner."

My eyes darted to hers, "Johnny? As in Bender?"

She nodded her head and gave me a tiny smile, "Yeah he was pretty dead set on finding you."

Just the sound of his name made tears come pouring out; I was such a bitch to him and he tried to warn me. I feel so stupid and humiliated that I don't think I can ever face him again. He probably thinks I'm such a weak little baby now, and he probably hates me for the way I acted. I began to cry so hard that I felt Jackie kneel down in front of the bed to rub my head and hush me. My heart hurts so much right now and I feel worthless. First Andy, then John, then Dez; I am officially a fuck up. I can't believe I let it get this far, and I can't believe I was stupid enough to believe that some prince charming could come scoop me up after my heart was broken; I must be pretty naïve.

I continued my sobbing for a few more minutes; I feel like I need to get sick, I feel sweaty and cold at the same time, and I want to sleep. I just want away from this place and slumber sounds like the perfect place to run to right now…

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My head hurts so badly, and it definitely doesn't help that the sun is blazing on my face either. I squinted at the ceiling and realized that this is definitely not my ceiling. This one has pipes running on it, and nothing really covering the bottom of the floor above. I sat up quickly and realized that this isn't my room either. The carpet is rugged and worn, the walls are cracked and covered with hostile posters, and the only pieces of furniture besides the bed and nightstand are a dresser, guitar, and amplifier. I am the only breathing thing in this room and there isn't a sound to be heard throughout the rest of the house – whosever house this is.

I lay back as my head began to pound again and suddenly I was splashed with the memories of last night; the party. I was at a party with Dez. I shuddered involuntarily at the thought as my eyes began to fill up with unshed tears. I cradled my legs with my arms; I just need to be closed away from the world.

I remember vaguely seeing Bender, and he was mad. But just as soon as I seen him, I was pulled away from him. I was brought into another room by that girl; what was her name? Jackie? She tried to make me feel better then I think I fell asleep. I don't know how long I've been out for and I have no idea how I got here; but wherever I am I feel safer. Someone obviously cared enough to get me the hell away from that place.

I turned over to face the wall; I felt like staying in this place…it was quiet and away from everything else.

Suddenly I heard the door open at the top of the stairs behind me and I quickly squeezed my eyes closed; I don't think I am ready to face whoever it was that brought me here…I still feel dirty and humiliated. The footsteps came softly down the stairs and onto the worn out floor. The strides were wide and the person seemed as if they were trying to be quiet. A few silent tears fell down my cheeks as I thought about the situation I got myself into. I wish I would have just listened to John.

The footsteps stopped and I heard the person push themselves down to the floor and pick up the guitar and begin to play. It sounds beautiful to me; it is slow and rhythmic…it seems to ease me somewhat. Then I heard that voice; a low, quiet voice singing along to the song. Then I knew exactly who it was.

It was John Bender.

He probably thinks I am still sleeping and is waiting for me to wake up. I hope he isn't waiting so he can kick my ass outta here; I think I need to apologize.

"Fuck," I heard him mumble as he carelessly threw his guitar down and let out a long sigh. It sounded as though he threw his head back against the wall and is letting out a long string of quiet curse words. I slowly turned over in the bed to look at him. He had his head back against the wall and faced towards the ceiling; he also was rubbing his eyes roughly with his hands. Tears – those damn tears – started making their way down my cheeks once again as I watched him. He seems to be upset, and I can only hope that it's not directed at me. I slowly sat up and tucked my feet under my legs as quietly as possible; he still seemed occupied in his anger and it wasn't until a few moments went by that he finally met my gaze.

His eyes softened instantly, "You're awake…"

"I have been for a while now," I replied quietly.

His face flushed a little and he looked desperately at me for something, although I couldn't really figure out what. He pushed his fingers through his hair and never looked away.

"…Look…I'm sorry," we both said at the exact same time. He let out a nervous chuckle and looked back at me. The tears started to fall from my eyes again and he furrowed his brows at me.

"I should have listened to you, John. I don't like myself very much right now."

"Don't say that…"

"I can and I will…I was a total bitch to you and Andy had really fucked up my head. I really liked him and when he rejected me I felt lost. When you told me you still wanted to be my friend I was thrilled…but I still felt a little lost. I honestly thought he…Dez…was a good guy…" The tears were falling harder now and he rose to his feet and made his way over and sat next to me, "He had me totally fooled and I was treating the real good guy like a pile of shit. I am so sorry. I think I am gonna get an award for idiot of the year or something." His eyes were still soft and he slowly lifted a hand to wipe off my face.

I stiffened slightly at his touch and he frowned; he dropped his hand back into his lap and sighed, "I knew."

"Huh?"

He swallowed hard and his voice wavered slightly, "I knew how he was…I didn't try hard enough to warn you. I didn't fucking stop it and I feel real fucking guilty. To tell you the truth I still expected you to be mad at me."

I felt my chin shake slightly and I covered my forehead with my hand, "Oh my god…"

He sat up straight, "What?"

"I can't believe I treated you so badly that you honestly think this is your fault…" My sobs were now racking my body and I couldn't even finish speaking. I dropped my head into his shoulder; I feel like I'm gonna pass out again. After a few moments hesitation he lifted his arms up around my shoulders and rubbed my back.

"Please don't fucking cry…I don't know what to do…" he sounded very unsure of himself.

"Just let me cry…" I forced out, rather pathetically if you ask me.

"Shit," he mumbled quietly.

After about an hour the sun outside had almost completely gone down and I was dozing off. I was laying in John's bed still and he was sitting up against the wall on the bed, next to me.

I turned to him, "What time…er…day is it anyways?"

He shook his head of his thoughts and looked down at me, "It's Saturday night. I brought you back here at about 11:30 and you slept all night, morning, and afternoon." He scratched his head, "You can go home any time…I can drive you."

I looked down at the floor and frowned; I hope he didn't want me to leave. I know I have been kinda a burden on him but I was hoping I could hang out with him for awhile before I had to be all alone. I hate being alone.

He looked at me with raised eyebrows, "I mean this place is kind of a dump…there isn't really anything here that is too appealing."

I swallowed, "There is you…"

He locked his gaze with mine and for a brief moment I saw something flash in his eyes until they returned to uncertainty, "What do you mean me?"

"If I'm alone right now…" I looked down to the floor, "I don't mean to be a burden…it's just…"

"…let's just go to your house though okay?" He said giving me a nod of complete understanding.

I smiled widely, "Thank-you."

He got up from the bed and grabbed another shirt to bring with him; he turned around, "No prob…you tell anyone I'm getting soft then we might have one!"

I let out a small chuckle; there's the Bender I know and love.

TBC