AN: This is short, I know, but i had to save the majority of what's left for the last chapter. I just couldn't lengthen this chapter. I don't know why, but i just couldn't. Thank you all for reviewing in previous chapters, and please review for this one as well. There is only one chapter left, which I am hoping to put up by the 11th or the 12th...depends on my schedule. Please Enjoy:D :D :D :D :D

Chapter 19:

Paperclip Wrists

Erika Leonhard struggled in the back seat of Chris Boyd's van. She had been tied up back there for about and hour now, and she was getting rather uncomfortable, and, of course, she had been kidnapped, by some guy she had never seen in her life before.

Chris's Point of View:

Man! This girl is a feisty one! It's gonna take a lot of lying to convince her to live with me. Of course, I would rather not force her, but if I have to. I have to. Though, it would be easier to not tell the truth. That's a price I don't mind paying. I would rather do that, than have to force her to go in, and then force her to stay in. I think I may have to use force though. Then, maybe later on, use explanation. Incorrect explanation, but explanation none the less. Erika K. Leonhard. Technically, Anne Lynn Boydz. But her adoptive parents renamed her. After all, she was only a few months old. She hadn't really ventured out into the world yet. They assumed they could just change her name. I remember, that George didn't mind that. I did. They had no right to take away that little girl's true identity. It was wrong, and cruel. I don't understand how my brother could've ever put up with it. Ever.

End of Chris's Point of View:

Chris had made his decision. He would bring the girl, Erika Leonhard, in by force.

Five and a half hours later:

Chris and Erika pulled into the home he had just bought, and fixed up in the mountains. He had fixed it up just perfectly for his plan. Erika woke with a start as the car came to a stop.

"Good, you're up" said Chris in a rude, disgusted tone. Erika sat up as best as she could. She was still tied.

Chris came to her door, and opened it. Using force, as he had intended, he picked up Erika, and carried her, kicking and screaming into his house. He dragged her through the hallways, until he reached the stair, holding a knife behind her, he made her walk down the stairs. He led her to a large room, with a steel door, that only locked from the outside. 4 locks were on the door. A look of shock crossed Erika's face. He quickly unlocked the door, untied Erika, and threw her into the room. Then, he relocked the door, and walked back upstairs.

Erika sat motionless on the floor. She gazed around her. It was a comfortable bedroom inside. She was a little confused. She had gone from being tied up and cooped up in a car, being brutally dragged inside and thrown into a room, to a room that was meant to be comfortable, and lived in for a while. A smile grew on her face. She got up, and began to walk around and inspect the room. She didn't expect to get out of here. Not unless she tried.

After inspecting the room, Erika sat down on her bed. Everything had just caught up to her. She hadn't thought about anything before. She had just been angry, scared, and shocked. Now, everything was catching up. Tears began to flow down her cheeks. She curled up in her new bed, and wept, sobs shaking her little, 10 year old body. Little did she know, that it would take her over 4 years to get out of here. Over 4 years.

The Tipton in Boston:

Cody lay numb in his bed. He had had another sleepless night. It was those horrid dreams. They wouldn't stop. They just wouldn't. It didn't matter now anyways. It was like his whole life had been stripped from him. Like he had no reason to continue his life. Kurt was gone. Their perfect life had been torn from them. Cody just sat there, staring at the white ceiling. He had no reason to do anything. Zack was out. He had gone to spend some time alone in the park. Carrey didn't even know. She too was gone. She had gone to spend some time in the cemetery. They buried his ashes there yesterday. After the cremation. It had only been a day since Kurt's funeral, but to Cody it felt like several days. The minutes seemed to drag on for hours. He was alone in the suite, and he probably should have been out somewhere, thinking about his feelings, his thoughts. But, he felt safer here. It was quiet, and good for concentration. And, he had refused to get up. Only to use the rest room. He ate almost nothing. He couldn't dream of eating at this time. Couldn't dream of eating.

Some of Carrey's relatives were coming down. Kurt's already had. They were all there for the funeral. At least, all those who could make it to Boston. He didn't plan on going to see Carrey's relatives when they came up. He could care less. This was his mourning period, and he wanted to use every minute of it. All the pictures of Kurt in their room, Cody had flipped down after Zack left. He couldn't stand pictures. It hurt him. Struck right through him.

Suddenly, the phone rang. He picked up the phone on his bedside table. It was Carrey. Her voice was barely audible, and choking. She had clearly been crying. After she had finished speaking, Cody hung up. She had said that she would be late. She had to pick up some of her relatives at the airport. Cody sighed, leaned back, and began to think about things once more.

About an hour later, he finally got up. He walked out to the kitchen, and opened a box. All of their stuff had been moved from the old suite to this one. There were knives in the drawer. He shuffled around for a rather sharp one, pulled it out, and examined it. He nodded to no one in approval, and walked back to the bedroom. He stopped himself in the door way. He slapped his forehead, implying that he had done something wrong or stupid. He walked to another box, and tore it open. Some paperclips rested on the top. He pulled out a large paper clip, nodded once more, and walked back into the bedroom.

When he got to the room, he sat down on his bed, and looked at his face in the mirror. It was dull. No expression lay there. Not even a hint of a smile. His eyes were all red and puffy, bloodshot, and tired-looking. He began to bend the paper clip out of shape, until it was one long, straight piece of metal. He had been wearing a t-shirt. She looked down at his wrists. He began to fiercely drive the paperclip into his wrists. He finally broke through. Blood began to lightly come out. Not pouring, just lightly come out. He laid back on the bed, and set down the paperclip. 'Can I do this?' he asked himself. He laid back, and decided to try sleeping, hoping he wouldn't receive another one of those horrid dreams.

Cody awoke with a jolt about one hour later. He rubbed his eyes and sighed. Another bad dream. The same one. He reached for the paperclip. This time, he was much more determined. Fully determined. Cody began to brutally scrub at his wrists. Tears of pain and anger poured down his cheeks, but he shook them off. He ignored them. With anger, he got up. He accidentally slipped on something on the floor. He went crashing down, hitting his head on the bed post on his way down, his wrists bleeding badly. Suddenly, everything got fuzzy, he barely heard his mother come in the front door, then everything went black.

Carrey heard the crash just as she walked in the front door. She ran into Zack and Cody's bedroom. She opened the door, and saw Cody, sprawled out on the floor, unconscious, and his wrists bleeding profusely. Carrey snatched the phone off the bedside table, and quickly dialed the emergency number. It was only a matter of minutes before Cody was taken away in an ambulance, with Carrey and Zack in the back.