Chapter re-edited and updated january 24th, 2015.

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Everything was dark. Everything was quiet. Peyton could only hear the continuous humming noise in her head. What was going on? Why was everything so dark? Where was she? She intently tried to remember how she had gotten here, wherever here was, but she couldn't. She couldn't remember the last thing that had happened. Realizing her eyelids were closed, she tried to open them, but they felt heavy like bricks. Her whole body felt like jelly. She realized she was shivering; she was scared. A small moan of discomfort escaped her. She realized she was lying down on her side, her body curled uncomfortably together in a cramped space. The floor she was lying on was shaking…

What? Why would it be shaking? It almost felt like she was in a car. Right, the humming… It wasn't in hear head, it was coming from a car! Why was she in a car, though?

It was so hot, and Peyton couldn't help but take deep breaths to get enough air. She felt so heavy, and nausea was building its way in the back of her throat. Suddenly she heard a cold voice in her head, saying; "Are you ready to come with me, Peyton?" Flashes of memories from the attack appeared to her, and Peyton's eyes suddenly shot open. Everything was just as dark as before she opened her eyes, but her mind started to put the pieces together. Derek… he had showed up at her house. The memories were flooding back to her… Derek breaking into her room, all the sick photographs of her on the walls, him attacking her, throwing her into a wall, while she fought for her life, and Derek's disturbing face looking at her with those eyes.

Peyton closed her eyes and tried not to cry out in panic. Her breaths were getting fast and crazed, and she tried to move, realizing she was in a small room, which must be the trunk of the car. She pulled at her hands and feet, only to discover they were tied up, with her hands behind her back. She tried to get free from the firm ropes, terrified, and her voice tried to let out a squeal. It was only then she became aware of the cloth filling her mouth, gagging her. Peyton could feel the panic rise to the surface, and her heart was hammering loudly in her chest. Oh my God, oh my God…

Where was she being taken? What was going to happen to her? What was he planning on doing with her? Peyton closed her eyes, a scared sob fighting its way out of her.

She couldn't allow herself to go any further into these alarming thoughts, and her mind instead tried to focus on a way to escape. Inhaling a deep, shaking breath, she started kicking her feet against the roof and walls of the trunk, hoping she would be able to kick it open. She had read somewhere that it was possible to kick out the tale lights of a car, and wave for help that way. Peyton used all the strength she could find within herself, frantically kicking and crying, praying that she would somehow get away from this nightmare.

Suddenly she could feel the car slowing down. Her heart sunk, and she instantly stopped the kicking to listen. The car stopped, and she could hear a car door open and then close with a loud bang. Peyton could feel her fear growing; fear much stronger than what she had felt up to this point. All she could do was lie there, waiting. Her heart was beating so fast she almost expected it to beat a hole in her chest, and as she held her breath, she could hear him grab the handle and open the trunk.

The first thing that hit her was bright light, blinding her vision. She blinked a few times, and then she saw him, coming into her focus. That tall, thin character, who was much stronger than he looked, was staring right down at her with a disturbing smile on his face. He was wearing that white tank top of his, and he measured her up and down with his blue, lustful eyes. Peyton's eyes widened in terror.

"Peyton. You're awake," he said softly and his smile became even wider. She desperately started to fight against the bonds holding her again, but it was of no use. They were too tight, so tight they even hurt her skin, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she needed to get the hell away from him.

"Don't worry, Peyton. I'm not going to hurt you," he said in a reassuring voice, but his eyes told her differently. A shaking sigh escaped her as he leaned down, stroking her cheek, and she froze in her frenzied movements. The hairs down her spine rose at his touch, and she wanted nothing more than to fight him off, but she was so scared she could barely even move. His hands started caressing her face, touching her hair, his eyes burning. Peyton closed her eyes, choking a cry. She could feel his warm breath hitting her face, as his face closed in on hers. She could not deal with what he wanted to do next, and her body finally found its strength back, beginning to twist and kick hysterically.

"GET OFF ME!" she screamed, although the cloth filling her mouth strangled her voice. She frantically tried to pull away from him, but he grabbed her shoulders tightly, his smile now gone.

"You're not being very nice now Peyton, stop that!" he said through gritted teeth, trying to hold her still, while she twisted and turned the best she could to get him off her. "Please let me go!" she tried to beg, while he took a hard grip on her face, keeping her head still. Tears streamed down her face, and she pressed her eyes shut, as he forced his lips roughly against hers. She whimpered in disgust at his forceful lips, trying to twist her head away, but he held her steady.

As soon as he let go, Peyton gasped for her breath, shaking uncontrollably.

"Mmm… Oh, Peyton, I love you so much," he said, looking at her with a scary fire in his eyes. Peyton kept sobbing, barely able to take solid breaths.

"Well, I've got to get back to driving, Peyt…" he said and smiled sweetly to her. "Don't fret baby, we're almost there. We're going to be so happy together, I promise. You and me forever, right?"

Derek stroked his hand over Peyton's cheek one last time, before he stood up, closed the trunk, and left her in the darkness.

Peyton could not believe this was happening to her. She tried to control her tears, breathing slowly in and out, but as soon as her thoughts took over again, she lost control.

Why was this happening to her? She just wanted to get out of this horrible nightmare and wake up in her own bed, safe and sound. Please let this be a dream. Please, please say it's just a dream. But deep down she knew it was no dream, no matter how much she wanted it to be. This was all very, terrifyingly real, and there were no one here to save her this time. She was truly on her own. And that scared her more than anything.

She shivered at the thought of what he might want from her. What if he… kills me? What if he tries to rape me?

She shook her head, a determined breath leaving her. No. I won't let that happen. I won't let him touch me. He'll die before he does.

Her thoughts drifted to Lucas for a moment, and she couldn't help but start sobbing again. She just wanted to see him, now more than ever. She wondered if he was looking for her. He knew Derek was dangerous, and now she was gone… he must have known something had happened. He must know he'd taken her. Would he have gone to the police? Had he contacted her dad? Oh God, her dad… He didn't even know about any of this…

She hoped to god Derek wasn't taking her too far away… How would anyone find her then? Even she had no idea where they were headed to, so how would the police be able to find out? Peyton's thoughts continued to drift to Lucas, as she closed her weeping eyes, feeling broken and terrified of her own fate.