Chapter Eight

I sighed as I looked out the window of GENT's truck. I didn't know if Dave, John, and Kevin were okay… I was dying to know…

"Hey, Dame, what's wrong?" asked Keith.

I zapped back to reality. "Nothing… I just… sorta zoned out for a minute…"

Roxy snuggled close to Keith. Keith grinned as he held her.

Grabbing my cell phone, I started to type a text.

John,

How'd the match go? U Ok? How 'bout Dave?

I sent the text and closed my phone.

"Okay, Dameon. Something's wrong with you." Keith said as he poked my wolf ear.

"No, really. I'm O.K." I answered.

GENT pulled out his cell phone, and started playing his ringtone.

I'm not O.K.! I'm not—O-K-! I'm not O-K!! I'm okay now… I'm okay now… but you really need to listen to me, because I'm you the truth, I mean it! I'M OKAY!

"Oh, shut up." I murmured.

My phone started to ring.

You can't see me--- My time is now!

"You even got a John Cena text alert?!" asked Roxy, trying not to laugh hysterically.

"Oh yeah?" I smirked.

I sent her a fake text, and everybody heard hers.

The wonderful thing about Tiggers, are that Tiggers are wonderful things! Their bouncy, trouncy, bouncy fun, fun, fun!

We all laughed our heads off, except for Roxy. Who was bright pink.

I looked at my text from John.

Hi babe,

I'm Okay, just a little scratched. Dave… uh… well… he mysteriously broke his leg. MYSTERIOUSLY!!! I DIDN'T DO IT!! . . . DON'T KILL ME!!!

I sighed. John broke Dave's leg. Great…

"What happened?" asked Roxy, still bright pink.

"Dave broke his leg…"

"How?"

". . ."

"Oh…"

I fought back the tears, but yet…. They still streamed down my face. I bit my lower lip hard, it started to bleed…

"Dameon… no crying…" Roxy wiped away my tears with a tissue.

Knowing everybody understood I was getting ready to cry, I let it all out. My mascara began to run, and Roxy sighed.

"No crying…" she hugged me tight.

I sniffled and let go of my bottom lip.

"I know you love Dave and John… but you have to keep strong…" Roxy's voice soothed me.

We pulled into the parking lot of Carraba's and we walked inside. I looked better, and my mascara was all wiped away, but who cares…

We sat down at the bar. GENT took a seat next to me. I held my head in pain.

"Dameon, this has been going on for three days now, there is no possible way that a headache could last that long!" GENT murmured.

"Well, then I don't know…" I sighed.

GENT made a grab for my bangs.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

"C'mon! Just move you're bangs a little…"

"GENT, GET OFF ME!"

GENT succeeded in moving my bangs, revealing the source of my pain. The scar across my eye felt as if a white-hot wire was being pressed to it.

"Since when—"

"Did I have this scar…?"

"Y-Yea…"

"Look, don't worry about it. I've had it… since… I was three…" I murmured.

I decided to be the sober one… So I only ordered a diet coke.

I peered over at GENT. "OH MY GOD, GENT!"

He had three beer glasses finished already.

"I… was… thirsy…?"

After dinner, we all got back to the car. Keith hoisted GENT over his arm and helped him back to the car. He was drunk. GENT looked at Roxy.

Roxy only stared blankly.

"What're you looking at, Swan?" GENT imitated Billy Madison.

As I was just about to get in the car, I heard a voice call towards me.

"YOU!" a man ran up to me. I had no idea who he is…

"You're coming with me." He grabbed my wrists and started pulling me away from them.

"Yo! Lemme go!" I struggled, but he still dragged me towards him.

"Hey, buddy!" I heard someone call behind me.

"That's—that's my s-sister, you p-piggly son of- a b-bitch!" screamed GENT, highly drunk.

"What the hell are you going to do about it?" the man asked, his hoodie hiding his face.

WARNING: ADULT CONTENT

The man started to run, still holding me in his grasp.

Taking us into a blue Mustang, he closed the car door and locked it. He threw me into the back seat.

"Well, hello there, beautiful."

"R-Randy?!"

"Yes, my darling."

He held something sharp towards my neck. I struggled so it wouldn't cut me.

"Listen, with this whole… you and Cena thing…"

"Yea…?"

"I'm afraid I don't like it one bit."

"I don't care what you think." I murmured, the knife coming closer to my neck.

"And since you won't be mine… I'll just have to take you by force." Randy said, taking a tight grip on my shirt.

He slid his hands under my shirt, undoing my bra.

I struggled, but he had my hands tied.

xXx

Quickly grabbing her shirt, Randy slid it off Dameon's cold back.

"Randy! STOP!"

He tore off her pants, and ripped the thin strap of her underwear.

Kissing her tenderly, he slid off his pants and boxers.

Dameon struggled hard. She noticed her cell phone on the floor of the car. If she could just reach it…

Randy slowly rid up on Dameon, ready to penetrate her. Dameon closed her eyes sorrowfully, and waited… but nothing happened.

"I have another plan for you." Randy smirked as he picked up Dameon.

She knew what was coming. Slowly, he pushed her down hard on his member.

Crying out in pain, Dameon struggled harder. Why couldn't someone come help her? Tears streamed down her face. She heard her cell phone ring.

Oh crap, she thought.

You can't see me—my time is now!

Randy picked up her cell phone and answered.

"Dameon?" John's voice was on the other line.

"She's busy…" Randy laughed evilly.

"RANDY?! WHAT DID YOU DO WITH HER?!"

"Let's just say… we're making the car move."

"WHAT?! YOU TWO ARE HAVING SEX?!"

"John! HELP!" I cried out.

"SHUT UP!" I felt a hard blow hit my face.

I cried in pain.

"Grr… WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER?!"

"I'm only trying to keep her quiet…"

"I'm coming Dameon!" John hung up.

He was tracing the call.

xXx

I couldn't take this anymore. Blood dripping from my mouth, I started to cut the rope holding my hands together with my nails.

"Don't worry about him, beautiful." Randy smirked.

I finally pulled my arms free, but still hid them behind my back.

"Hey, Randy…" I said in a sexy voice.

"Yes…?"

"Don't blink."

"Huh--?"

CRASH

Randy fell hard against the other side of the car. I hopped in the front seat, and put my clothes back on. I strapped on my boots, and then undid the lock. Rushing out, I started to run back towards the car. I felt myself being held behind.

"Oh, no you don't."

I felt something sharp pierce my stomach.

I coughed up blood and then… I felt the knife sharply be ripped out of my stomach.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I heard Randy fall to the ground.

I felt dizzy… I started to fall… but felt myself be caught.

"Thank you… John…"