A/N: Hello all! Hope everyone is having an exciting summer! Sorry for the lack of updates...I just got back from my vacation. I am really hoping to be able to update more frequently over the summer! Here is the next chapter... so enjoy =)

I jolted myself back to consciousness. It was pitch black everywhere except for a sliver of light poking through the trunk door. I knitted my eyebrows together trying to get a sense of exactly where I was. Then the memories all came flooding back to me. I was still in the trunk of the car and no doubt Tbag was speeding down some road. I fought back my tears as I attempted to sit myself up in this tiny, cramped space. I just wanted Tweener to hold me in his arms and now I was facing the horrifying truth that I might never see him again. Would he even try to find me? A wave of dizziness hit me as I lifted my head. I crashed back onto the floor and tried to prevent myself from getting sick. I had absolutely no idea where we were at, but Tbag ran over a bump rocking me over and flipping me onto my stomach. I groaned in discomfort and forced myself to keep my balance. I just hoped that wherever Tbag was taking me we would quickly get there.

I had no idea how much time had passed when I felt the engine stop. My whole body tensed up as I heard a car door slam. Tbag was getting closer to the trunk. There were just seconds of silence in the dark before the trunk door was quickly ripped open. The bright light burned my eyes, and I was squinting as Tbag grabbed ahold of my shirt and yanked me from the car. My body was so weak and ready to shut down so I collapsed myself against Tbag for support. I attempted to glance around at my settings, but I couldn't recognize anything. That is because we were literally nowhere. Tbag had parked the car on the side of the road and there was no sign of civilization for miles. It was probably a good thing because I knew in my condition I would draw attention and the fact that people would probably stare if Tbag was pulling some woman out of a car. I opened my mouth to say something, but Tbag just started pulling me along the side of the car. He threw open the door to the passenger side and threw me in the seat. I landed more on the floor than in the seat, and Tbag quickly moved back to the driver's side and took off. I avoided eye contact with him as I pulled myself into the seat.

"Listen to me very carefully," he growled, "I am going to stop to get gas at the next town we get to. Don't do anything stupid."

The threatening tone in his voice was enough to make me shiver. I just nodded my head and moved to stare out the window. My arms felt like bricks as I lifted them up to my face where I tried to wipe some of the blood away from my mouth and nose. I really didn't want Tbag to see me crying, but I don't think there was an inch of my body that wasn't either in pain or discomfort. I let a few tears escape before I heard Tbag snort. I didn't turn to look at him.

"That's a pretty little tattoo you have on your neck." He mocked.

I raised my eyebrow confused, and moved to look at myself in one of the mirrors. I gasped as I saw the red finger marks around the bluish area of my neck. My neck was so swollen I was surprised that I wasn't having trouble breathing. I then got a good look at the rest of my face. I had bruises on both cheeks from him hitting me, a bleeding nose and mouth, and I had a black eye on my left eye. My hands started to shake in my lap, and I could feel more tears coming. How could Tbag do this to me? I dropped my head in shame and let the tears fall freely. I only glanced up when we finally drove into a small town. I wouldn't really call it a town except for the fact that it had a gas station. Tbag quickly pulled in to the nearest gas pump and pulled his hat over his eyes before exiting the car. I watched a couple of people enter and exit the gas station, and there was this young girl and guy with their fingers laced. I could feel the tears starting again, and I wiped them away with my hand and sniveled a few times. I wanted to be somewhere holding hands with Tweener, not stuck in this car against my will with Tbag.

I watched him as he finished filling the car with gas, and he took a glance in my direction. After one threatening and hateful stare he started to storm into the gas station to pay. I couldn't help but wonder how I far I could get if I tried to run away right now. In my condition I wouldn't even make it up the road, and I would be in so much trouble with Tbag he would probably break both of my ankles to prevent me from running. I looked back over to the door to see Tbag come back outside carrying two sacks. My eyes followed his every move as he put the sacks in the back seat next to the bag of money. He slammed the door shut and hurried back over to the driver's side.

"What's in the sacks?" I asked dryly.

He didn't answer me. Hell, he didn't even look in my direction. He just turned off onto the road and sped away quickly. I leaned by throbbing head against the window and tried to shut my eyes and take a small rest. God knows, I needed it. I don't know how long I had my eyes closed before Tbag was swerving the car off the road. I gasped and jerked awake, causing me immense pain. Tbag pulled the car over to the side of the road (a deserted old dirt road) and quickly got out of the car. I figured that this was the moment that Tbag was going to kill me brutally and dump my body on the side of the road. The sad part was that I didn't think I had the energy or the will to try and fight him. Hopefully, he would just get it over with quickly. He threw open the door to the back seat and was digging around it one of the sacks. Probably a rope to strangle me with. I rested my head into the seat and shut my eyes. I felt the breeze on my face as Tbag opened my door, but he didn't lunge at me. He grazed the side of my face with his fingers, and then dropped his hand down on my knee. I opened my eyes and saw that there was a first aid kit sitting on the ground next to Tbag. He twisted my legs and my body around so that my legs were dangling out of the car. He opened the first aid kit and pulled out an ice pack.

"Here, use this for your headache." He ordered.

I complied and reached for the pack. It was icy to the skin, and I winced as I placed it against the side of my head. I was silent as I watched take out some bandages and alcohol like he was a practiced worker in the medical field. I would have to ask him later how he knew how to do all of this. Tbag leaned forward on his knees and began reaching for my shirt (actually, it was a borrowed shirt from Jeannette's daughter after Tbag ripped my first one). I flinched away from his touch. He reached out for shirt again more forcefully. Experience had taught me to borrow a button up shirt so that when Tbag tried to take it off, he wouldn't have to rip it. My entire body was tense as he worked the buttons down, and he slipped the shirt past my shoulders. I noticed that his eyes lingered on my chest briefly before attending to my shoulder. He pulled the knife out of his pocket cutting the tape that was holding the towel to my wound. As he removed the towel, I noticed that bleeding had only gone down slightly. I suddenly found myself praying that I would have to go to the hospital because it would give me a chance to get away from Tbag.

"This is gonna hurt," he said with a grin.

I looked at him confused before he dumped the bottle of alcohol over my shoulder. I gritted my teeth and screamed out as the burning liquid cleaned out my wound. My fists were clenched on my legs and I tilted my head as far back as it would go trying to hold back the tears. I was shaking by the time Tbag had stopped torturing me with the alcohol. I was breathing shallow breaths as Tbag started wrapping my shoulder in the bandages. Surprisingly, it did feel better. Once Tbag was finished he pulled me shirt back on and buttoned it up. I slowly brought my eyes to look at him and he was staring right at me. I brought the ice pack down and handed it out to Tbag, and when he reached out for it his fingers lingered on my wrist. I bit my lip and slowly pulled my wrist away. Tbag smirked and reached in the bag to pull out a bottle of water and a white cloth.

Silly me, I thought he was going to give me the water to drink. Instead, he dumped half of the water onto the cloth and brought it up to my face. He started wiping the blood off of my face. It shocked me at how tender his touch was to my face, it didn't hurt at all while he was cleaning my face. I kept darting my eyes all around the car and outside and all around back to Tbag's face. He glanced up and caught me staring at him.

"See something you like, Laneykins?"

I could feel my face starting to flush and I dropped my gaze shaking my head. He chuckled and finished up cleaning off my face. Tbag stood up and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. Before I could open my mouth and say anything, Tbag pushed me over in the seat and slammed the door shut. I grunted and slouched down in my seat as Tbag moved back to the driver's side and started the car. I huffed and cupped my chin in my own hand. This was going to be a very boring captivity if Tbag wouldn't really talk to me. I glanced back over and Tbag was looking at me. It actually made me a little nervous that Tbag kept taking his eyes off of the road. I swallowed a dry lump in my throat.

"Where are we going?" I asked nervously.

Tbag didn't respond. Instead, he flipped down the visor above his head. I looked up expecting to see the mirror, but something was blocking it. I titled my head to the side as I tried to read the piece of paper that was taped in front of the mirror. It was some sort of address, but I didn't recognize where he was taking me. I had a feeling that he wasn't going to tell me where he was taking me anyways. About an hour into the trip, I needed to go to the bathroom. I asked Tbag three times if we could stop somewhere, but he sternly told me that he was not making another stop until we reached a hotel to stay at for the night. My stomach dropped at the thought of staying in a hotel alone with Tbag. I was hoping since he had 5 million dollars sitting in the back seat that he could at least take us to a decent place to stay.

It was dark by the time Tbag picked the motel that he felt was worthy of staying at. Emphasis on the word "motel". It was one of those motels that always gets passed as you drive by it on the interstate, and take notice of its low prices but never even consider staying there. It had a pink roof and the doors to the rooms were blue. Tbag pulled the car into the parking lot, and quickly grabbed the bag of money out of the back seat. I assumed that I was supposed to wait in the car while Tbag got us a room key, but he opened my door and grabbed a hold of my elbow. As we approached the door I could feel Tbag's warning glare on me. I knew what it meant: I would be very, very sorry if I said or did anything that would expose us. The bell above the door chimed as we went inside. The only worker in sight was a greasy looking man wearing a worn out NASCAR hat. His button up shirt was open at the bottom and his beer gut was showing. I found myself sliding closer to Tbag.

"Evening folks," said the man, "You're out awful late?"

Tbag bellowed a laugh and wrapped his arm around my waist.

"That's what happens when you let your wife here give the directions." Tbag mocked.

I rolled my eyes as Tbag moved forward to shake the guy's hand. I wouldn't touch that guy's hand with an 11 foot pole.

"Clyde May," Tbag said introducing himself, "This is my wife Ellie."

Clyde and Ellie May. Those names sounded exactly like something Tbag would name his children. The worker glanced over in my direction and gave me a friendly smile. I nodded my head curtly. This guy was either too stupid to notice that bruising on my eye and neck, or he was just intimidated by Tbag and ignored it.

"How much do you charge for a room?" asked Tbag.

"Usually, about $80 a night, but for you folks I will give you a deal of $50 a night."

I raised my eyebrows and felt a little weak at the knees. This guy wanted to give the happily married couple a deal on a room. Or, he was too intimidated by Tbag and dropped the price of the room.

"Perfect, we will be staying for about a week."