Always Ranger's Baby Chapter 9, a janet evanovich fanfic

Hi, after a pause (again) here's chapter 9!

I heard the song in this chapter today on the radio and felt inspired. It's called Worse part is over by Anna Abreu. She came second in the Finnish Idols in 2007 (and is more famous than the winner) and I love her voice. It's worth while to listen to the song :)

Here's the usual blah-blah : I don't own anything, and I don't make any money. Just playing with the characters during my free time :)

Waking up in a strange room is probably the worst feeling ever. This time the room was light, decorated with mild browns and beige, a queen-sized bed in the middle. I was lying on the bed, dressed in new clothes I didn't recognize. They were all black and Rangeman was brodered above my breast. The clothes reminded me of the cave and the strange men standing outside it. I remembered Connie and felt anger rush through my veins. She had no right to drug me and allow the strange men to kidnap me.

I sat up on the bed and looked around. The room was small but homey. I saw the door to the left side of me and a closet besides it. The floor was made of wood but a large beige carpet covered the most of it. At the foot of the bed was a small bench and on the opposite wall of the bed was a large painting. A small girl running on a meadow. There was a large window opposite the door and a wooden bedside table next to the bed. The sheets were wonderful and smooth and reminded me of somebody I couldn't remember. On the other side of the bed there was a small door.

I stood up and walked over to the door and saw that behind the bedroom was a small living room area with a small kitchen. The room was empty. A dining room table and four chairs were next to the wall against the bedroom. The kitchen was to the right and the living room straight ahead. There was a couch and two chairs in matching brown leather and a small table in the middle. Walls were painted with a soft beige color and I spotted a door at the back of the room. I made my way to it, sneaking around the chairs and tables not wanting to make any sound. I glanced out of the window and saw that it was dark outside. A clock on the wall confirmed my thoughts. Three a.m.

The door was sturdier than the others so I guessed that it was the door out. I pressed my ear against the door and heard nothing. I took a deep breath and pushed the handle down.

A man wearing black clothes sat beside the door and looked confused at me when I opened the door. I noticed that this man was one of the three men from the woods. It was the one with wavy hair. He looked like he had been sleeping.

"Hey…" was the only thing he managed to say before I slammed the door shut. I was breathing heavily and I cursed the man who had put guards at my door. Now there was no way sneaking out of this goddamn apartment.

The man was knocking on my door.

"Beautiful? Please open the door?"

I sprinted away from the door and ran to the kitchen, franticly searching the drawers and finally finding a knife in one of them. I stood with my back against the bedroom door, legs spread and my knees slightly bend. Somehow I knew what to do, like I've been trained to do this. My hand didn't shake as I held the knife and watched the door.

I heard the locks being opened and then after a short time the door opened. The man with the wavy hair peeked in and froze when he saw the knife in my hand.

"Beautiful…"

"Don't call me that, I don't know you! Go away and leave me alone." I said and pointed at him with the knife. He looked worried and didn't stop looking at the knife. I started to walk towards him with the knife held high, my face showing no signs of backing away. I was a human being driven into a corner and I would do anything to get myself out of there. I guess he saw it too because he raised his hands.

"Stephanie honey, you won't want to do this." he pleaded.

"I won't do anything if you get the hell out of here!" I yelled at him and he wasted no time in scrambling out of the room. I listened for a while and when I was sure he wasn't coming back I made my way to the bedroom and sat down on the bed. My breathing was labored but I had to check the other door in the bedroom. I walked over to it and opened it carefully with the knife still in my hand.

It was a small bathroom. It was all white and white towels were carefully placed on the hooks on the wall. There were all the basics, shower, toilet and sink. My shower gel and hair products were beside the sink and that felt weird. I walked back to the bedroom and looked in the closet.

It was a normal closet and there was hanging black clothes in my size. At the bottom of the closet was room for shoes. And suddenly it hit me, I've seen closets like these before and I knew that there was a secret compartment underneath the shoes. I threw the shoes on the floor and, yes there it was. It was hard to spot if you didn't know what you were looking for. But I did, I lifted the small lid, glanced down and then wanting to do my happy dance. There was a small gun in there. I picked it up and sat down on the bed, listening to any possible sounds coming from the living room and the door.

Minutes ticked by and I remained silent and unmoved. I was sitting at the middle of the bed, with my feet tucked underneath me. The gun was steady in my right hand, the knife on the bed besides me. I felt like I was trained to do this, but by whom, where or why I didn't know. I didn't remember really anything before we ran in the forest, but I had an achy feeling in my stomach that I've forgotten something very important.

I was feeling overwhelmed to say the least, always on the edge ready to attack the next person who would attack me. Never moving my eyes from the door I remembered a song that I used to sing. With a small voice, barely above a whisper I started to sing.

You're moving on
That's what they say
But how can I feel this way
With a broken heart
Alone in the dark
Looking for a way to escape
When it gets hard
You gotta stay strong
When everybody wants you to fail
We are the world today
We lost the spark
And that's the worst part
But you gotta take the good with the bad
No matter what cards you got
You still gotta play your hand
When it gets hard
You gotta stay strong
You'll see what I mean one day
(It could be)
We are the world today

Worst part is over
Signs will show you when you're through
It's always the darkest before you see the light
You keep on falling
Hear me calling out to you
Just don't give up
Don't let nobody break you down

Getting lost in the song my voice grew louder and louder until I was almost screaming, tears running down my face. Nothing else was heard, just my singing. I continued to sing, even though I never before had sung the rap part. Now here, I could remember every word and sang.

Light is back the shit
Doubt it was happened, oh
Just when you told you were planned it, no
Nobody there to grand the wish
Came turn down back slip on the trampoline
Carry in the own world
Worst part is shoulder
Worst part is that the telling me
The worst part is over

Try to get that whole to god
Get the physical
I see my brother in the stars
I guess he know

Worst part is over
Signs will show you when you're through
it's always the darkest before you see the light
You keep on falling
Hear me calling out to you
Just don't give up
Don't let nobody break you down

You keep on falling
Hear me calling out to you
Just don't give up
Don't let nobody break you down
Get back on your feet when
They're knocking them down
And keep believing
Just follow the sound
So when you're falling
Hear me calling
I keep holding on to you

You keep on falling
Hear me calling out to you
Just don't give up

Don't let nobody break you down

I whispered the last part and whipped my cheeks with my sleeve.

I was feeling frustrated and angry with myself for not remembering and angry with everybody else for locking me away. As hours ticked away I began to drift off to sleep, and finally after hitting my head several times on the headboard I rested my head on the pillow. I fell asleep with the gun in my other hand and the knife on my bedside table. I was going to be prepared to everything.

Reviews? Next chapter is probably Ranger POV or someone of the merry men.