OMG! After a long-waited time, here it is! =DD SUPER SORRY!

Maryse's POV

The bright light shining in my eyes was enough to make me wake. I realized it was just the window, and it was about seven in the morning. Well, time to head up north! I have to get to Paris. And that is the only thing that will keep me motivated. Mike... Trinity...

I slipped out of bed, brushing my teeth and slipping on my coat. I checked out at the front desk, then got a taxi. This was going to be a long ride.

Once the taxi had I arrived, I slipped into the back seat. The driver looked at me through the rearview mirror.

"Sweetheart, what are you doing out here by yourself?" He asked, his mouth curling in a perverted smile.

"Just drive." I commanded.

"Hm," He grunted, "you've got spunk. I like that,"

As he pulled off to the highway I had a feeling of total regret run through me. What was this man capable of?

He laughed, seeing the look on my face when he shoulder checked. That's when I knew something really isn't right with this man. He could be mental, or just plainly perverted.

I quietly opened my purse, checking for a weapon in case I needed it. There's my cellphone, but that's all I have to work with, so I have to use it right.

While the man kept driving I thought of ways to defend myself in case I needed it. At least he'd left the doors unlocked, so I can jump out of the car if I needed to, even if it's moving. I can hear Mike's voice telling me it's too dangerous, but what other choice would I have?

The car stopped at a gas station, I guess the driver needed to refuel. Might as well go use the washroom in the convenience store.

I got out, making my way to the washroom. After a while of washing my hands in the dirty sink, I wiped my hands and sighed, getting out and back into the taxi. This time I sat at the passenger seat.

The car started moving again, and the taxi driver seemed to be getting more and more perverted.

"Eh, Sweetheart, how about a little rest...?" He asked, and my eyes widened. Oh no...

He parked at the side of the road. His hand came to the bare knee, rubbing it and I shivered. No, no, this isn't happening right now!

He leaned in and I pushed against the door, pushing his face away. He growled, and I grabbed my phone, poking him in the eye. Oh, he was getting pissed. I was terrified, but the doors were locked. His hand shot up to my neck, his face inches from mine. The smell of alcohol was nauseating, and I had to bite my lip to keep down my breakfast.

"You don't mess with me, sweetheart. And now you'll face the consequences," He spoke right next to my ear, forcing a kiss on my lips.

I was so scared, I didn't want to remember the next things that happened...

He left me. Battered, bruised, and naked. He got out of the car when he was finished and walked off, leaving me to die. And frankly, I could care less. I don't want to live right now, and I just want to be home! I need my mothers soothing voice, my sisters jokes. But my dad wouldn't even bother to be home.

I realize now it was all a stupid mistake traveling around the world.

But Mike isn't a mistake. My gut said, and I couldn't argue. The thought of never being able to see Mike, Kelly, Eve, Trinity, and the rest of the gang is unbearable. It's the only thing that makes me sit up. It's the only thing that makes me dress myself slowly and painfully. I can't quit, not now. I'm too young, and if I didn't die from falling off the Eiffel Tower, then I won't die like this.

I must have drifted off, or fainted after I dressed, because I woke up in the car to a light tap tap tap on the window. I screamed when I saw 4 figures. They can't be here to rape me too!

It was pouring rain, so I couldn't see the faces of the 4 figures. The one tapping on the window opened his or her mouth, and I could tell they were speaking, but I couldn't hear what. I pressed my back on the other door, scared to death.

One of the 4 figures punched the glass window on the window seat, and the glass broke. I screamed, and the man -you could clearly tell by the strong build- unlocked the doors.

I just broke down crying when all four doors opened, and then I heard the familiar voice...

"Maryse! You're okay!" It was Mike, wrapping his protective arms around me, and I cried into them, still scared to death.

"Maryse! What happened to you?" Eve asked, getting in on the other side of me.

I shook my head. "I just want to go back," I said through my tears, seeing Punk and John turned in their seats, looking at me. John was in the passenger seats, Punk was driving.

Mike held me tight, nodding to Punk, who nodded back before igniting the engine and driving off.

I felt so safe with the crew, I leaned my head on Mike's shoulder, and held Eve's hand. Eve handed me a granola bar, but otherwise the drive was silent, and I couldn't be more grateful to be able to relax and doze off in the comfortable silence.

Soooo, How was that? Did I disappoint? Or was it worth the wait ;P