Chapter 21

Jessica sits, miserably, in the living room of their home. She's been waiting by the phone for days now, hoping for another call from her missing son. There haven't been any calls anymore and now she was really beginning to fear for the worst. Why couldn't forensics find anything? What could be missing that would help them bring her son back? She would pay hundreds- thousands- of dollars for anything that would help in the police finding her son. Robbie had for some reason chosen to keep his distance from the family. He didn't say why, and Colt had said 'it's for the best'. So Jessica was out of the loop on that story. Whatever it was the two boys had against each other she prayed wouldn't stop the brunettes search in finding Rocky.

Sam yawned, sleepily, his hand came up to his mouth. "Jessica?" He blinked seeing his wife sitting on the couch. He had figured that's where she would be, as she had come there almost every night now to wait by the phone. It was pointless. Sam had admitted to himself that the phone wasn't going to ring anytime soon.

"Jessica... I think you should come upstairs." His hands came up around her shoulders, giving them a bit of a rub. "Come on, you need to sleep. It's been days now."

That didn't seem to be what the woman wanted to hear as she broke out into a fit of tears. "What if...?" She sniffled. "What if our son hasn't slept since he was taken. What if he's afraid? What if he's lonely?" Jessica's voice was becoming higher with hysterics. She couldn't even bring herself to eat now a days.

Sam was beginning to wonder if she were trying to punish herself in how she thought Rocky was being punished. But she couldn't destroy herself. Not when he needed her- they need her. As a family. "Honey," he cleared his throat. "Honey, you can't beat yourself up over this. Rocky is a strong kid. He can take care of himself... there's a chance he's been fighting who ever took him all the way and he's coming back to us."

"I don't know," her voice barely above a whisper. "I just keep hoping the phone will ring."

Rocky sat in the corner of his cell, legs curled in, arms wrapped around them as he rocked back and forth. His body shook from his actions. His insides twisted with disgust at what he had done. Truthfully, Rocky didn't know he had it in himself. He knew he did, but he didn't know to what caliber he would unleash it if provoked the wrong way. It was truly frightening.

Looking over by the cell bars, he frowns. He could remember the fight clearly. It played in his mind as though he hadn't actually done it but was watching a movie that remained with him even after it was over.

The look in Alfonse Mansfield's face was pure terror as Rocky brought his fist into the boys face. His head hit the bars with a loud PLANG! Rocky laughed hearing the boys grunt of pain and grabbing his neck, he began to slam him into the bars over and over again. He loved that sound!

When Alfonse tried swinging back, Rocky dodged it easily. Turning the boys head, he then proceeded to drag his face across the bars until he made it to the wall. The boys nose exploded with blood on contact and he cried out in pain. Rocky had let him go, smirking. He wanted the boy to approach him. As long as the kid kept coming at him, it was self defense, right?

"You're gonna be sorry." He said over the blood that flowed into his mouth and down his neck. The boy raged, charging at him.

Rocky bounced from foot to foot with anticipation. Hands brought up into a fighting defense. When the boy was close enough, Rocky spun on his heel landing the raised foot right against the boys neck. The kid coughed in pain, trying to catch his breath. That wasn't enough. No one told Rocky that he had a thing for that psycho bitch and got away with it. Walking over to the boy, he grabbed the back of his head and slammed the kids face into his knee.

Alfonse's head bounced back from it, just in time to meet with the tip of Rocky's toes under his chin. The boy fell to the floor. He sounded as though he were crying. Rocky didn't care. He merely walked over to the child and kicked him. Hard! Over and over in his ribs until he heard a crack.

"Aahahahaha!" Rocky rolled the boy to his back, grabbing at his arms he stuck his foot between the boys shoulder blades. "Take back what you said, or I'm going to rip your arms out of their sockets."

He didn't think he would stop hurting this person until all his anger was gone, but he saw the sadness in the boys eyes as he looked over his shoulder at him. Rocky remembered his talk with Maria. The boy didn't want this, he didn't deserve to be beaten to a pulp. He was stuck, just like he is now. Only Alfonse has been hear so long he actually thinks that demented girl is his lover. Or that she loves him.

"Wha-... What have I done?" He dropped the boys body, backing away, his body shuddering. "I-... I'm sorry Al... I'm sorry." Staggering until he fell, the blond backed away from the bloody pile that was his victim. What has he become? How could he be this person? "I'm sorry."

The boy groaned. He rolled onto his side, moaning in pain as he wrapped a limp arm around his self.

The sound of clapping brought his attention out of his flash back. It was Maria. She was standing at the entry way of the cell looking over the bloody mess in Rocky's room. "I'm impressed. You killed for me." She whispered.

Rocky shuddered, trying to find his voice. "I... I didn't kill him."

"Than where is the body?" She walked into the cell over to him.

Rocky backed away. "I put him in his room... I... he likes sports... he was good at basket ball."

"What makes you say that?" The girl sat down beside him as though they were best friends. "The decorations on the wall..."

Rocky nods. "Yes." He seemed he had more to say, but he chose not to.

Maria smiled. "I want to give you your reward now. Come upstairs with me Rocky."

Upstairs? With you? He knew she couldn't hear him, but he was still worried that she might. "I can't move."

Maria's face scrunched. "You're such a fucking baby!" Snatching Rocky to his weak legs, she practically dragged the boy off to her room like a cave woman that had just bonked her mate over the head. Rocky did not want to find out what happened next.

The phone rings.

"Hello!" She snapped it up before the first ring could even manage to finish. She was beyond on nerves and very eager for a call.

"Mrs. Douglas this is Commissioner Wayne, can you come down to the station a moment. We've found something that may help us in the case."

"Yes, yes of course. We'll be right there." She said hurriedly. "I'll tell Sam."

When she hung up the phone, she turned to her husband. "Get dressed hurry."

"Who was that?" Sam asked as he was being shoved upstairs.

"It was Commissioner Wayne. He said he has news that might help us find Rocky, please hurry and get dressed. I'll warm the car." Jessica was already dressed. She hadn't changed into her night clothes when it got late, she planted herself right by the phone after work. Which she was surprised she had gone to. But she kept her cell phone close by so not to miss a call.

"I'll be down in a moment." Sam dashed off to change.

Jessica grabbed her car keys while heading out the front door. She didn't have time to waste if the man had any news at all. She needed to hear it.

Robbie paced the dorm room for the hundredth time that night. Nothing seemed to fit! Where could Rocky be! And why wasn't anyone responding to the commercials and the fliers and the missing persons notes. Ha! Who was he kidding? No one ever responded to them. People get them in the male give them half a thought if even a glance before they throw them away. It is December now. December!

Rocky has been gone for three months now and it was eating at him. Grating on him! Robbie needed to have the boy in his arms right now! Or he would peel off every ounce of skin he had in defiance that anyone would take someone that he found he cared about away from him. The brunette all but went out on the streets declaring love for the missing blond, not caring who sent dirty looks his way for his feelings toward another male.

If only someone would-... His eyes widened. The phone! It was no doubt Mr. or Mrs. Douglas, even though that boy Colt wasn't his best friend nor the younger one, Tum Tum, the woman saw fit that he was still part of the search since he held himself responsible. Though, he couldn't help but wonder if the two boys had told their parents what he said, and if so why weren't they freaking out. Could it be that they knew their son would end up this way or that everyone in college experiments? Listen to him, thinking about things that aren't true. He should really know that when Rocky comes back, he won't be the same. He may be angry or sad, confused or hurt. But he wouldn't want to start a relationship with Robbie, much less any other male for that matter.

Why was he still thinking, he had to get the phone. Snatching the device up, he pressed the talk button. "Hello?" It was another call from Canada. He couldn't imagine whom it could be, his aunt said that she hadn't called him. And with the way the two left each other, she probably had no desire to call him ever again. The number was the same though, so who could it be?

"Hello? Is this the Douglas family?" A woman said, with a slight accent in her tone.

"No, no this is Robert Ballerini. Who is this?"

The woman was silent. Then she spoke in a very clear tone. "If this isn't the Douglas's than why do you have this number?"

"What? Miss, how did you get my number?" Robbie asked a little more cautious now.

"Isn't this number on a flyer? I read it off the one that's stuck to the window in my diner." The woman went on, still not sure if she should be telling the boy what she had to say.

"The flyer? Yes, yes my number is on the flyer. Can I ask who's calling?" He started but shook his head. "Never mind, the boy on the flyer- did you see him! Where is he!" Robbie couldn't believe it, someone was calling about the flyer on the window. Someone has seen Rocky! He would come home, he would really come home. It was just a matter of going to get him. He had to inform the police.

"He came in to my diner a long while ago. And I've seen your flyers up on the window but, I couldn't place the face right away. But thinking about it now... It was definitely him."

Robbie could have kissed this woman. She just gave him them the biggest lead of their lives! "Thank you, thank you! Where are you?"

"Canada honey. I work at the diner where you put the flyer." Her voice was higher for some reason, then it became soft. "I should tell you though, the woman that took him is vicious... She came in the place after him hollering something fierce."

Robbie's eyes scrunched. A woman took Rocky? That seemed strange somehow. He pictured a huge macho man, not a petite woman. Although it would make some sense as to why Rocky couldn't just fight his way out. He would never hurt a woman. Even he knew that much about his personal side. "What does she look like?"

"Evil cold eyes... I'm not sure what color. But she has blonde hair- cut short to her shoulders..." The woman seemed to be thinking hard for a moment. "A small thing, but damn it if I don't understand how the boy was afraid of her, he came in to use the phone- didn't make the call though, he just ran out of the place."

The phone call was from Rocky! Robbie couldn't believe his ears. It wasn't his aunt that had called him. It was Rocky. He's still alive! Or at least he hoped so.

"The girl... I should tell you, you may not believe me- but maybe you will. but the woman flipped a table over... just by looking at it."

The brunettes eyes widened. It was as if his whole trip to Canada came rushing back to him. The cold, Rocky laying on a bed in his premonition. His aunt's creepy basement. He heard sounds coming from there, sounds coming from upstairs. She practically shoved him out. She didn't want to help him at all. Said Rocky was dead without even really trying... He had mentioned how strong she was and how she could control her abilities better. His aunt was arrested once long ago for-...! "Shit!" Hanging up without another word, he speed dialed the Douglas family.

There was no answer. "Shit!" Dialing the police, he heard it ring. He was already out the door ready to leave when it was picked up. His heart was pounding into his chest. He couldn't believe it. Robbie just couldn't believe it. How could she do something like this? Blonde hair. It must have been a wig. That would explain her sour mood when he came to the door, she didn't want anyone there because she had someone. Rocky.

"L.A.P.D. What's the emergency?" A woman asked.

"I think I may know where Rocky is. This is Robe-," he shook his head. "Ivan Ballerini and I'm coming to the station now."

"I'll tell the Commissioner."

If his aunt hurt Rocky. He swears she'll be sorry.