Hey guys. Kris here. I apologize for such a late update. This story is gonna get darker from here on out, and if that stuff isnt your cup of tea, youve been warned.

Since today was the fourth of july, I was planning on writing a dopey little fluff fic about the bohos getting drunk and lighting off fireworks, but this has been dormant for such awhile, and has gained a lot more followers recently, so I figured this would be in higher demand. The support you guys have been giving me is overwhelming. Reviews keep me going with this, so thank you for all your wonderful feedback.

I spent today with my drunken family, mostly being ignored, but the end of the night was cool when they lit off shitty little fireworks (Welcome to NY, everything is illegal and expensive) but it was still a nice time. I hope you guys had a nice day. 'MURICA.

enjoy this chapter. I wanted to hug Mark so bad after writing this.

Mark Pov:

Two weeks later, I decided to give my plan a go. Tomorrow was the day Darcy was coming to move in, and I was NOT about to stick around to welcome him.

During the day, I was as good as gold for Jason. When he slipped upstairs to make lunch, I went over the details of the plan in my head. I had to get this all just right in order to get out of here.

Pretty soon, night had started to fall. Jason walked over to me coloring, and smiled.

"Come on, honey. Time for bed." I smiled sweetly at him, and it took everything I had to not gag.

"Aw! but I was having so much fun with you!" I protested. Jason laughed.

"We can have loads more fun tomorrow, when Darcy comes to visit. Hes so excited to see you again!" I swallowed a lump in my throat.

"O-oh boy…" I murmured. Jason began shooing me to my room, reaching for his keys. My heart raced. He couldn't lock me in tonight. I only knew how to pick the equipment room door, not the bolt on my own door. My mind went into panic mode, trying to think of anything that would distract him. It came to me. It might make me sick, but if it was what it took to get home to Roger, i'd do it.

"J-Jason! wait!" I stammered. He paused, quirking a brow at me. I plucked up the last of my courage, and grabbed his collar, yanking him into a kiss.

He about dropped his keys, eyes going wide. He soon smiled though, returning it. His tongue found its way into my mouth, and he ran his hands up and down my body, growling possessively. Fuck. I made a mistake. I soon broke the kiss, and forced a smile.

"A- g-good husband k-kisses goodnight, r-right?" Jason was watching me with a dopey grin.

"You learn fast…" he started towards me, but I shoved him back.

"N-now, now sweetie! not till we're married!" He ignored me, and reached for me again. I jumped. "Jason, you need your rest! what would Darcy say if you were half asleep when he came? Besides, we have the rest our lives, right?" I laughed nervously. He backed down. I breathed a silent sigh of relief, and grinned as he began walking away after he closed my door, without bolting it.

"Okay, Marky… but on our honeymoon… youre mine…" he started laughing, and I felt my stomach turn. I spat on the floor, hating the taste of him in my mouth.

I sat down on my bed in the dark, waiting. I thought of how great I would feel when I launched myself into Roger's arms again. I would drink Stoli with Collins. Id listen to Maureens dramatic voices. I would roll my eyes with Joanne at the drama queen's antics. Id watch Benny and Mimi talk about whatever was on their minds.

I lay down, listening carefully. I heard Jason get into bed. I took deep breaths as I felt the darkness creeping up on me. I could do this.

Sure enough, a few hours later, Jason was snoring so loud, it vibrated the walls. I smiled to myself, slipping from my bed, and turning the door handle of my room. It sprung open silently. My heart began pounding. I crept along to the cabinet where I knew his flashlight was. I reached inside, hand tightening around it. I grinned, clicking it on.

I shined it over to the door of the equipment room. I slipped the bobby pin from my pocket, and gently picked the lock. The door opened. I froze as I heard Jason's snoring stop. I was about to run for my room, but it started again, and I sighed heavily, returning to my task.

I pulled the placement paper from my boxers, and squinted at it. I found the crowbar I was looking for in no time. Now came the hard part. I locked the door behind me, and moved towards the huge vent.

I slipped the crowbar underneath the ancient metal, and gave the biggest tug I could. It screeched with effort, and one corner popped off. I shut my eyes tight at how loud it was. If Jason came down now, I was as good as dead. I strained, and tilted my head. Relief washed over me as I heard his snores fill the air once more. Driven by a newfound confidence, I pried the second corner off. Pause. Snores. Third corner. Pause. Snores! I yanked the last corner off, but wasn't prepared as the grate clattered to the ground. I covered my ears, whimpering as it sounded like thunder. I was fucked.

I listened above me. To my horror, I heard Jason tossing in his bed. I closed my eyes, holding the crowbar to my chest. If he was gonna come down, I was ready to fight my way out.

However, someone must have been smiling down on me. His snores started up a few minutes later. I nearly cried. I giggled to myself happily, and climbed into the vent, pulling the grate back into place behind me. I shined the flashlight ahead. The vent moved forward a few feet, then snaked upward. I started creeping as quietly as I could.

I managed to climb up the little spike, and keep moving up the others, which only sloped up four feet each time. They were like big stairs. I turned when I saw moonlight from a window. I was upstairs! I grinned, beginning to crawl forward, freedom on my mind.

My luck ran out, and I winced as the vent started thinning. I got stuck. My heart got caught in my throat. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I began wiggling desperately, but to no avail. Panic was rising in me. I was gonna be stuck in here until Jason woke up, found me, and killed me. This was all for nothing. I lowered my head.

No. I wasn't about to give up so easily, when I was this close. I began thrashing around. I still couldn't free myself. The vent went further beyond this one opening. Maybe I could find one that went outside once I was out of here.

I hadn't been keeping good track of time. I spent hours wiggling my way free, and I didn't realize how quickly morning came. When I heard Jason's phone ring, I nearly pissed my pants. It was now or never. With another burst of adrenaline, I shot forward, and freed myself. I grinned, and kept crawling along, exhausted.

I moved past the house opening, and kept going until I could smell air. Fresh air. I heard birds chirping. There was an unmistakable glow of sunlight. I laughed out loud, not caring anymore. Id get out, and fucking run, as far as I could.

A few minutes later, I reached the outside opening. I peered outside. I saw a backyard. With a small fence, and another house right beside us? this could only mean one thing. Apartments that were this close together told me I was still in the city. I was so excited. I squinted at a street sign, murmuring the letters out loud.

"Jackson drive… isn't that… hmm…" I recognized the road, which must have been a good sign. I leaned back, and reared my foot up, giving the rusty vent a good kick. It groaned, but strained to hold. I smiled. "Guess who's coming home… in three… two…" Just as I was about to give it another kick, the vent that was under me a few feet away exploded open. I barely had enough time to process what was happening. My arm was grabbed, and I was dragged screaming from the vent, landing on a hardwood floor with a thud.

I couldn't even open my eyes. I was kicked so hard I rolled over, and over again. I felt dizzy. My ankles were grabbed, and I whined, trying to claw into the floor. I was picked up, and slammed into the nearest wall, yelping in agony. Jason was on me, punching me repeatedly in the face. One of my teeth flew out. He paused, and I coughed up blood. The beating soon resumed. He got off of me for a second, and walked back into the room with… a golf club? oh no. Fuck no. I tried to squirm away, but the cold metal slammed into my ribs with a sickening crack, and all I could do was cry as the living shit was whacked out of me. By the time he was done, my face was swollen, and I couldn't feel any part of my body. My head was pounding, and my ears were ringing.

I managed to look up. Standing above me was a very pissed looking Jason, and… Darcy. With dirty blonde hair, and cold grey eyes, he watched me with disgust. I barely had time to speak. I was met with a stinging slap to the face.

"How fucking stupid do you think I am!?" Snarled Jason, pressing a foot onto one of my wounds. I whined loudly. "DID YOU THINK I WASNT GONNA SEE YOUR OPEN DOOR? OR HEAR YOU CLIMBING AROUND IN THE FUCKING VENTS!?" his yelling made me curl into myself. He gave me another kick, and I puked the contents of my stomach all over Darcy's shoes.

"Ugh…" Darcy murmured in a level voice. "Y'know Jason, this is extreme.. even for you…" Jason kicked me again, and I couldn't help it. I burst into tears.

"Maybe if you didnt try running, you wouldnt be in agony right now!" he screamed, kicking me once more for good measure. I didn't want to go home anymore. I wanted to die. Anything to make the pain stop.

"Kidnapping? never knew you were the type…" Darcy murmured again, looking up. Jason huffed.

"He's my fiance! he belongs here!" Darcy raised a brow.

"Do you know how many years kidnapping carries? You beat him pretty bad… add murder as well…"

"I was only trying to teach him a lesson! Right Marky? you were so rude! Darcy was so excited to see you!" Darcy rolled his eyes.

"Excited to get vomit on my shoes? yeah, thrilled…"

"Im sorry Darcy, Ill get you new shoes.. but aren't you excited? to be the best man at our wedding?"

Darcy blinked. "Wedding? youre marrying a flight risk?"

"He won't leave. He knows better now. He loves me. Last night he kissed me."

"To distract you. You didnt lock him in, did you? how close were you to him getting away? hm?" Jason glared.

"Fuck you, then! Youre out of the wedding!" Darcy put on a face of mock horror.

"Oh, no! what ever shall I do now!?" Darcy gathered his bags. "Im going to unpack. I'm not cleaning his puke. You are…" I whined as Darcy found my wallet, which had fallen from my pants when I was dragged down. He grasped it, peeking inside. It wasn't empty, but filled with pictures of Roger. He looked over at me, then back at the pictures, before disappearing into the living room.

Jason bent down, and scooped me into his arms. I cried out, struggling, in too much pain to be touched. He carried me over to the basement doorway, and opened it. He paused. I blinked, then clung to him, shaking my head violently.

"You wont be able to move for awhile… why bother putting you in your room?" he whispered darkly.

"N-no… p-please!" I cried, but my worst fears were realized as Jason flung me down the stairs. Slamming my head on almost every one, the wall broke my momentum, and I rolled onto my back at the bottom, puking up some more. It was a lot more red. My head was spinning, and my vision went dark as I blacked out, the pain becoming too much.