Well damn. I haven't updated here for a very, very long time. Here you all go. Sorry for the delay. I kind of lost interest. I recently went through a very bad breakup. I'm just having a hard time dealing with everything.

PS- I don't own it.

Chapter 24 Not Again

"He knows where we live!" Misty cried.

"It's okay, baby." Alan said putting his arm around Misty's shoulder. "I'll never let him hurt you."

She swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded.

"We'll keep a watch on your street for awhile. Goodbye, Mr. Smith," he shook Alan's hand, "Mrs. Smith," he then shook Misty's hand.

"He thinks we're married." Misty said after he was gone. She couldn't help but smile at that.

"Maybe we should be." Alan said, slipping his fingers through hers.

"Is this a proposal?"

"Not official, but I really do want to marry you. So just don't get any sneaky ideas and leave me, okay?" Alan kissed her forehead and held her close.

"You're so amazing." Misty started to cry.

"Misty, baby, it's okay."

She sniffled and wiped her eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm just so happy."

They stood there holding each other until Alan announced that he was going to call someone about fixing the window, and Misty said she was going to go out for a few groceries.

Considering that Misty didn't yet have a drivers license, she walked to the market down the street. She bought eggs, pizza rolls, chips, orange juice, and mint chocolate chip ice cream, Alan's favorite kind. She had a small load to carry, but didn't want to walk home, so she started for the curb to flag down a taxi. She barely made it through the parking lot when she saw it. The black van, headed right for her. It slowed, but didn't stop completely, so it rammed into her and knocked her down. She started to push herself up but she was grabbed from behind and hit over the head with something. She was knocked unconscious.

She awoke to laughter. Her eyes slowly opened, but she couldn't see anything. The room was completely dark. When she felt the immense pain she was in and realized that she was chained standing up to a wall, she began to cry, not finding enough strength to scream.

She heard movement from the far side of the room she was in, and stopped crying, biting her bottom lip to silence herself.

The lights blinked on. The room she was in looked like the ground floor of some abandoned building. Her hands were tied above her head to a hook coming out of the wall. Her feet were tied together, also attached to a hook in the wall. The walls were decaying and all the metal was rusting, the floor was dirty, the overheard lights held up by thin wires wrapped in chain, making eerie creaking sounds.

"Finally awake." A strong male voice echoed through the empty voice.

Misty's head jerked toward the voice and her heart sank to her knees.

It was Matt.

She couldn't cry. She couldn't even breathe.

"If you wanted to know how I found your house, you can thank your good friend Anna. I went by to see her after you left her house. She told me everything, including your address. She wants you dead. She hates you. Didn't know that did you, Blade?"

Matt walked to her and stroked her cheek. She jerked away as best as she could, considering that she was chained back.

"Oh quit being so cold to me." Matt snarled. "You know you love me."

She spat at him. "I never will and never have, so fuck off!" She yelled, trying to kick her legs free.

"Well I guess you just need a little something to put you in a better mood."

He bent down and pulled off her shoes and socks, leaving her feet unprotected from the broken glass on the floor below her. He pulled out a switchblade and cut the rope restraining her feet. She started to kick her feet, trying to get him away, but he overpowered her. He undid her pants and slid them off, then stood up and started to cut the sides and front of her shirt so it fell to the floor.

She was crying and screaming and wishing more than anything that she would wake up and see that it was just a dream. But she didn't wake up. It was really happening. Matt cut the straps of her bra and took it off, then ripped her underwear off and stepped back, staring at her.

She tried to turn away, so he couldn't see her naked body, but found no luck. She was tied too tight.

"If you don't stop breathing like that, you'll hyperventilate." Matt said as he pressed himself against her and breathed on her neck.

Misty felt Matt's erect penis against her leg, and her stomach started to get sick.

"Please let me go." Misty sobbed.

"Not until after I'm finished with you." Matt said pulling his shirt off over his head and discarding it on the ground.

"Please," Misty wept.

"Begging isn't going to help you here, Blade." Matt unbuckled his belt, and started for his zipper.

Then, a loud bang on the door echoed through the empty room. Misty looked up, and stopped crying for a moment.

"Alan!" She whispered.

Matt's eyes were opened wide, and he froze.

"Help!" Misty yelled. "Help me!"

Matt grew furious and struck her across the face. She fell silent, but whimpered when she saw Matt pulling his pants off. He got closer to her, inching forward and reaching out to run his fingers down her stomach. "You're mine."

Misty's breathing quickened. She felt herself growing faint. Her face stung, her head grew heavy, her legs and arms felt numb. She was hyperventilating.

"Please save me, Alan." She cried, though she knew he couldn't hear her.

Matt pulled his pants off, so he was in nothing but boxers, and Misty began to cry again. Matt kissed her, trying to force her to kiss back.

She closed her eyes, wanting it all to go away.

The next few moments were a blur. She heard a loud crashing sound, the room shook, and she felt small rocks and other things hit her skin.

She looked up and saw a black, extended cab truck stuck halfway into the wall. Alan in the driver's seat, Twitch in the passenger's. Alan drove through the wall, in a truck that Twitch helped him steal.

Alan opened the door, and slammed it shut, running for Matt. Matt reached for his switchblade, but Alan was quicker. Alan flipped up the blade and shoved Matt against the wall, gabbing the blade into his crotch. Matt screamed in pain, and sunk to his knees. Alan started beating him about the face, blood flying everywhere, staining Alan's knuckles.

"You fucking pathetic piece of shit!" Alan roared. "You're fucking dead! You never fucking touch her!"

Misty was sure Alan wasn't conscious as to what he was saying, that he was just rambling out his anger.

When Matt fell limp, no longer moving, Alan backed away. He untied Misty's hands, and took off his jacket, wrapping it around her. Misty collapsed in Alan's arms and cried.

"It's okay, baby." Alan said, stroking her tangled hair. "It's over now."

She wrapped her arms around him, mumbling "thank you" and "I love you".

"Let's get you home, Misty." Alan picked her up, and carried her to the truck.

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Okay, I know, I know! The whole "saved in the nick of time" thing is cliché as fuck, but what was I supposed to do? Have Matt rape Misty again? No, she may just be a made up character, but not even a made up character deserves that.

Anyways, considering that it's almost summer, I'll probably have a lot more time to write, so I'll continue to update this story, I just don't know how often. It's a struggle for me to keep this going, because I've lost interest, but I have a lot of people who love this story, and I aim to please.

Leave me some nice reviews and I'll write the next chapter as soon as pos