AN: Sorry if Veronica might be out of character, but I think everyone has a breaking point and she can't always be strong.

Flashback (continued)

Veronica moaned. "This has got to be the worst week of my life." She thought to herself. She had just come to,and she had a major headache.

She looked around and saw that she was tied to a bed, and only in her underwear. She hurt so bad, all over. It felt like she had fallen of a cliff, just to clime back up and fall again. She knew she was raped, but tried to focus on other things, like trying to escape. She carefully studied the room. One bed, a chair by the only door in the room, and a small window. A very small window. She tried to undo her bindings, but her wrists were raw from the last escape attempt.

She let one hot tear slide down her bruised cheek, and more soon after. She couldn't stop it, and she started sobbing. She knew it wouldn't help anything, but she was only human, and she could only take so much. She was tired of acting mature, and tough. She just wanted it to be over. She decided her best escape attempt would be when it was dark, so if she escaped it would be harder for Mercer to find her. She guessed by the strength of the sunlight that it was around 4:00 PM. The door flew open and Mercer came in on all of his glory. "Veronica, I was hoping that you were awake! I came to bring you food." He placed a plate with some crackers and a glass of water by her side. "How am I supposed to eat if I'm tied up?" She said bitterly. "You'll have to figure that out on your own babe. I've got phone calls to make." And with that he walked out the door, and closed it.

"He's getting dumber and dumber." She thought with satisfaction. She realized that he had handed her, her means of escape on a silver platter. Well, paper plate...

She tried moving her arms to see if she could loosen them and reach for the glass of water. No luck. She thought for a moment, and then moved her legs so she had picked up the glass in between her knees. She was waiting for the right moment.

She had observed earlier that every now and then a jet would go by and it was very loud. She knew it would hurt, but she thought it was her only choice. The next time she heard a jet go by she squeezed her knees together and broke the glass. Shards went everywhere, and her legs were bleeding. She managed to get a larger piece in her mouth and began sawing at her restraints. It took several minutes, but she finally felt the first one come undone.

She took her freed hand and untied the other hand's knot. Soon she had all her bindings undone and was brushing the glass off of her knees. She took the sheet off the bed and wrapped it around her body. After all, it was cold in Nevada. She carefully stood and crept her way to the door. She put her ear against it an heard Mercer yelling into the phone, and realized that she may be short on time. She quickly walked over to the window, but not without stopping in pain. It hurt too much, it all hurt too much.

She felt more tears slip through her swollen eyes, and slide down her face.

She continued over to the window and tried sliding it open. Painted shut, of course. She walked back over to the bed and grabbed a piece of the blood stained glass. She slit the paint easily, and opened the window. After some crying and pain, she managed to lift herself through the dirty, small window. She dropped the 5 feet unto the grass. The sky was dark. "Must have taken me longer than I thought to cut the ropes." She thought. She didn't waste any time. She heard Mercer come through the door of the bedroom and scream in anger. She took that as her cue to run, and that she did. She didn't care how bad it hurt, but she was going to escape before he made it worse.

End Flashbacks.

AN: So this is where it goes back to the first chapter. Tell me if it was confusing, and I'll try and fix it. I'll try and update soon, with a Logan's POV. Oh! And to clear up something that is probably confusing... She was bound at her wrists, above her head, and no where else, so she could move her legs and torso freely. Probably unlikely that any of this would happen, but it's fiction : D