A/N: Thank you for the positive feedback - I feel better about continuing with this, knowing people are actually enjoying it! This chapter is just filler, but I figured I should add it, as it's the last time you're going to hear the story from Allie's POV. There's about six more chapters left before the end...

Chapter 12 - Idiot

To keep myself from losing my sanity, I made lists.

Favorite television shows, favorite foods, friends I've made since returning home, memories from childhood, number of restraining orders issued against my dad...

The lists went on and on, and they gave me something to overcome what I was currently going through - something that makes Dante's hell look like a holiday in the Bahamas. The Bahamas were sounding pretty nice, considering for the past two weeks I was subject to a great big unintelligent baboon - marching around, treating me like shit and feeling the need to put down my dad every second possible.

I had to laugh though…some of these stories he was telling me were absolutely hilarious. I would have liked to see my dad and Vogler in the same room - these stories were classic. Every time I laughed at one of his stories, Vogler issued a kick in my general direction. Pissing him off was worth it.

I spent the first two days alone, bound and gagged...in some tiny room off the north side of the warehouse. Vogler would only untie me long enough to let me use the bathroom and he'd tie me right back up. Water and small amounts of food came if I was lucky. I found myself drinking out of tap I found on the other side of the pipe he tethered me to - if I pulled off an almost contortion like move, I could get a few mouthfuls of cold water at a time. I guess he was too stupid to realize he'd placed me right next to it, I learned quickly upon the second week that it was not on his list of cares if I lived or died.

It was on the second week of my personal hell, that I was able to fight back. It was also the second week that the violence started.

He'd untied me and lifted me up on day eight, intending on leading me to the bathroom.

One of the pipes in the warehouse had given off a rather loud creak, when Vogler turned to look, gun drawn.

I waited until he'd turned around, barely holding on to me, before issuing a giant kick right in his crotch.

He yelled and fell over, clutching his family jewels, and screaming - the gun and other object he'd been holding went flying through the air. I took one look at the gun lying on the ground and went for it.

I wasted no time and lunged toward it as fast as I could. Vogler sprang off the ground and attempted to tackle me from behind. I gave him an elbow to the face and screamed as he flipped me over and I landed on the concrete floor of the warehouse. I was ready to attack him again, ignoring the fact that my head felt like it was ready to explode, when he reached the gun before me.

Knowing I stood no chance against a gun, especially since my hands were tied together, I started to run. For a self proclaimed "tough guy," who's so smart, he isn't very bright. You would have thought he'd remember to tie my feet up? Either way, I ran for the door as fast as I could.

I had just reached the doorway when the shot rang out. It took me a whole minute before I realized what had happened.

"You fucking BASTARD!" I screamed, "If you didn't have a gun I swear to God I'd kill your stupid ass!"

He laughed in my general direction, as I fell to the ground -pain increasing. Vogler wasted no time in grabbing me forcefully off the ground and tying me back up to the pipe the best he could, as I was issuing kicks to him with my good leg.

"If I can't kill your father yet, you're the next best thing," he said to me, before he issued a blow to my head with the barrel of the gun.

He disappeared as I moaned to myself. Not only was my head now spinning madly, I now had a gunshot wound to the leg to worry about. The bastard shot me directly in the leg I'd worked so hard at physical therapy to fix. A bullet hole now graced the area right above my knee, blood slowly pouring out. A quick survey of the damage revealed that the bullet was more than likely still lodged in the muscle - there was no exit wound. The bleeding wasn't too bad, but the pain was almost unbearable - no doubt the bullet had landed and ripped apart muscle. I took my good leg and pressed it over the hole in my other leg, trying to prevent any more bleeding. I had no idea what I was going to do. I could yell as loud as I wanted, since he'd left me un-gagged, but the chances that somebody in this highly deserted area would hear me...they weren't very good.

I leaned my head back against the pipe and took a few deep breaths, trying to control my breathing.

It's when I opened them, that my vision fell to the small silver object lying not one foot away from the pipe. I started laughing uncontrollably.

"What an IDIOT...what a total idiot," I said quietly to myself.

Though it hurt like hell, I leaned sideways and found myself face to face withVogler'scell phone.

I tried to use my nose to dial, and grimaced as it shifted on the floor. This was my one chance...and I couldn't lose it.

I used my tongue to dial the first phone number that came to mind...someone who was sure to actually answer.

My uncle Jimmy picked up on the second ring.

I was growing more and more dizzy by the moment, but I managed to mumble a few words to him. I told him I was in a warehouse when the door swung open. Vogler stormed inside and stepped on the cell phone.

He slapped me in the face, grinned and brought his leg up in the air. I closed my eyes and let loose a blood curdling scream as he brought his foot down upon the wound on my upper leg - smashing it into the ground.

Once again I was sent spiraling into the land of darkness.