Hey! Sorry I didn't update last night! I'm always bust on Sundays. Anyways, I'm guessing the rest of this story; Reid will be a little OOC. I'm not sure. Anyways, I hope you enjoy!

Trust Me

Chapter 7: We're in hell

All Reid felt was hardcore pain in his head, beating and beating like a kick bass. The warm blood from the back of his head began to leak on the floor, and the blood from his forehead was pouring down his face. Everything was black, he didn't even know if he was asleep. But one thing he knew was that there was a horrid smell in the room he tumbled into. The more he smelled it the more he wrinkled his nose and shut his eyes tighter. At that point he could finally hear his surroundings, and a small voice was the first thing he could hear.

"Mister…are you okay? Hey," the voice asked, chocked up from previous crying. Reid responded with a groan.

"You have to wake up. Please…" the voice continued to talk to him. Realization hit the young man like a ton of bricks, his eyes popped out of his head and he sat up instantly with a deep gasp. He sat up so fast his head was beating even harder and he gripped it before opening his eyes again. There was a girl, scooting back against a corner as if Reid was a monster, he must have scared her after getting up so fast. She had tangled midnight black hair resting on her shoulders with a black camisole and silky white pajama pants on. Her hands were bound in front of her and resting on her thin stomach.

"Carter," Reid said softly. Carter examined his as he was a bomb about to explode.

"How do you know me? Do I know you?" she asked in a shaky voice.

"It's okay. My name is Spencer Reid and I work with the FBI," he said softly, trying to calm the teenager down.

"What did he do to you?" Carter asked looking at Reid's head.

"Don't worry about me; I'm trying to worry about you. Okay?" he asked her slowly. Carter nodded.

"How long have you been in here?" Reid asked first. The teenager looked at the ceiling, trying to think of the days she had stayed in that hellhole.

"I think two weeks, maybe two and a half," she said. Reid frowned and looked at the ground.

"Has he fed you since you've been here?"

"No, he's just gave me a water bottle like every day," Carter replied. Reid was about to ask another question, but stopped as he noticed a bloody scar right beside her chin.

"Did he give you that?" he asked, already knowing the answer. Carter stroked it shyly and nodded, afraid she would cry if she began to speak.

"And how are you feeling?" he asked her. She met his eyes as if he should've known the answer. Both fell silent after Carter decided she wasn't going to answer that question

"I just want to go home," Carter said, looking down at her high-tops, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"Even though are changes seem slim, I'm going to do whatever I can to get us out of here," Reid said standing up. He scanned the walls to look for windows or a weapon he could use but he didn't find anything useful.

"No, you'll just make him mad," Carter said.

"Look, I have friends and they'll figure out where we are eventually," Reid said. Carter creased her scar again.

"What if they're too late?" she asked.

"We'll just have to wait and see," Reid answered. He sat back down on the floor after getting a dizzy spell form his head. Both froze the second they heard the door open at the top of the staircase. Carter stood up immediately and backed up against the wall, afraid of Bruce coming down to see them.

The second the man hit the ground he walked over to the teenager and lifted her up by her torso, her feet not even touching the ground. Carter whimpered and struggled then tried to kick him but he stood tall like a tree, as if her kicking him didn't hurt one bit.

"Who have you been talking to!" he yelled in her face, making her flinch.

"What are you talking about?" Carter yelled.

"Did you talk to the FBI behind my back, huh? Is that why he's here?" Bruce asked, pointing at Reid. Carter looked at him for a moment. "Well!" he shouted, making her whimper in fear.

"No!" she answered, shutting eyes tightly.

"You're lying!" Bruce yelled.

"No I'm not!" Carter yelled back. Bruce slammed her back against the wall, making Carter cry in pain.

"Yes you are!" he screamed. Reid stood up quickly, making Bruce look over at him.

"Bruce, it's not Carter's fault I'm here. It was my fault, just leave her alone," he said. Bruce stared at the young genius coldly and dropped Carter on the ground. The insane captor marched over to him and stood up to him. Reid almost shook as he looked up at the man, Bruce was twice his size.

"You want me to leave her alone?" he asked in a baby tone. Reid began to feel irritated at him but didn't say a word; he figured not saying anything back would cause him to do something very bad.

"What are you going to do about it?" Bruce asked, pushing Reid against the hard wall, keeping a firm grip on his shoulder. He looked down at his handcuffed wrists; he really did wish he could do something about it. Reid looked back up at him, again without a word.

"Are you trying to be Carter's hero? Is that it?" he asked. Reid coiled his lips with anger, holding back stuff he would defiantly regret. Bruce turned around to look at Carter, she was shaking and crying, thinking Reid was about to die right in front of her, just like her parents.

"Hey, Carter, check out your little hero," he said. While Bruce was turning around and not paying attention, something possessed Reid to push the man away while he was occupied with Carter. The second he tried, the insane man turned around and smirked at him. Reid felt his breath shorten as Bruce punched him in the stomach. The young man stared at him coldly as he dropped to his knees, gasping for air.

"Nice try," Bruce said and began to walk off. The second he shut the door, Carter walked over to Reid and knelt down beside him.

"Are you okay, Spencer?" she asked. Reid held a thumbs up while gripping his stomach with his other hand.

"Just…out of breath," he managed to say. "What about you?"

"I think he just added another bruise to my back but I'm fine. Right now I'm just so hungry," Carter replied.

"Don't worry, everything will be okay," Reid said, wanting Carter to feel as much relief as possible.

"How are you so sure?"

"Just trust me."

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