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Chapter Twelve

Her breath was knocked out of her when she was suddenly pushed backwards. Her body connected harshly with the floor, and her head slammed down making her dizzy.

She groaned and grabbed her head. She opened her eyes and looked up at the guy standing above her. He was just standing there, studying her.

Weakly, she slowly tried to push her body away, but groaned when her body ached in pain.

"Have you got her?" She heard a male voice shout from behind the locked door. She frowned when she realized that it was Bo. "Open the fucking door already!"

The person in front of her stopped staring and obediently moved over to the locked door. It opened suddenly once it was unlocked and Bo stepped through, grinning when he saw Vickie sprawled on the floor, a hand on her head, seeming pretty out of it.

He chuckled and moved past the unknown person, and crouched down beside her. He ran a hand down the side of her face and she winced in pain. "I told you you'd have a visitor soon, darling."

She blinked slowly in response and her head rolled away from him. Her head was all foggy and she could barely think, never mind actually listen to what he was saying.

She felt as though she was going to slip into unconsciousness, but tried her hardest to fight off the haziness.

"Better get her upstairs, gotta go get those two at the garage." Bo commented, looking at his brother, Vincent, who had returned to staring at Vickie. Bo stood up and frowned when Vincent moved down to pick her up.

"Hey, what the fuck you doing?" Bo asked, pushing him back. "You already did your part, pushed her so hard I don't think she can remember her own name." Bo commented, shaking his head. "Christ."

He pushed his silent brother away and moved in front of Vickie, who was squirming a little in pain, trying to get away. He tutted her. "We'll have none of that now, darling. You're staying with us." And with that, he knelt down and pulled her up and over his shoulder. He stood up and held carefully onto her, making sure she didn't fall off.

Vickie groaned when she felt her body being moved over his shoulder. She tried to stop him but could barely lift up her hand. He picked her up and turned towards the door. She weakly lifted her head up to stop Daltons cap from falling off her head, she was surprised it stayed on when she was roughly knocked to the floor.

As Bo started walking out, a hole in the floor caught her attention, she frowned and struggled to lift her head fully up to see it. It was as she thought, a trap door in the floor. Which must have been how the guy managed to get in the room with her.

She tried to vocalize her protests when Bo started moving out of the room and down the corridor to the stairs, but she couldn't think of the words to speak. Her body was screaming at her to rest, to close her eyes and slip into unconsciousness.

Trying not to pass out, she noticed they were in the living room and realized he said he was going to take her upstairs. She tried moving again, but a sudden pain stopped her, and she dropped her head in defeat.

As her head dropped, Dalton's cap on her head fell off and landed on the floor just in front of the stairs. She barely noticed and just let herself be carried without protest, she had to keep as much of her strength as possible.

Bo carried her upstairs and then into one of the bedrooms. He shifted her on his shoulder a little bit and moved towards the bed. He put one of his knees on the bed and slowly lowered her onto the bed. Her eyes were half closed and she was too weak to protest.

She was surprised when she was laid onto the soft comforter, but then her eyes almost shot open when she thought of what he might have planned for her. "No, no, no…" She whispered, bringing her hand weakly up to touch his arm.

He smirked and brushed her hair out of her face. "Don't worry about that, darling. There will be plenty of that later." He stood up and started moving around the room. "First I've got to get rid of that boyfriend of yours and his damn sister."

Her eyes started closing but she felt pain in her chest and knew it wasn't any injuries, it was her heart aching for Nick. "No, please, no." She murmured.

Bo went back to the bed, ropes in his hands. He ignored her and set to work bounding her hands and legs to the bed. "If I knew a simple tumble to the floor would knock you senseless, darling, I would've done it a lot sooner."

He turned and acknowledged Vincent when he walked in, watching as he stood at the end of the bed, watching Vickie. Bo finished his work and smirked, enjoying seeing her lying there defenseless.

"Fuck. You." She breathed out, using the last of her strength to curse at him.

Bo chuckled and stood next to her head. He leaned his face down, close to hers. "Oh, darling, I would love to." He whispered. He then took hold of her chin and pressed a soft kiss on her lips, before standing up and walking to stand beside Vincent.

The last thing Vickie saw before she blanked out was Bo standing next to the man from before, smirking. "But I have your friends to kill first."

A WHILE LATER…
WITH NICK AND CARLY

Carly and Nick were making their way up the hill, they had just escaped Bo and manage to injure him enough for them to get away. They were hoping to find Carly's phone inside Bo's truck so they can call for help. Nick was praying that Vickie and Dalton would be somewhere around, while Carly was also hoping that somehow they'd be able to find Wade around.

"That way." Carly whispered, motioning up the hill to the house.

They ran over to the truck parked half way over the lawn. "It's under the front seat." Carly told Nick, holding her injured finger close to her chest.

"Nice parking job." Nick commented as they went over to the front seat.

Carly moved in front of him and crawled onto the floor in the front seat, looking for her cell phone. She reached her hand out but didn't find anything. She backed out and stood next to Nick, defeated. "It's not in there."

They both turned their heads to look at the house. There was a light on downstairs and upstairs, but other than that, the house was dark.

"Vickie and Dalton…" Nick whispered.

Carly looked at him. "Wade went in there and never came out."

"Alright. We'll go in quick, one pass. If we can't find them, we have to get the hell out of here. We will get help and come back." Nick said looking up at the house. He desperately hoped Vickie was in there somehow. If he had to, he'd search the whole town and take on twenty more Bo's, just to have her back in his arms. If he didn't find her in there, he'd send Carly to go get help, he was going to keep looking. He couldn't leave her.

"Yeah." Carly agreed, nodding.

"Let's try the back." Nick suggested. He moved away from Carly and went towards the side of the house.

They found a door and Nick went up to it. "Stay close." He whispered to Carly, who found a baseball bat and picked it up. She nodded in response and tightened her grip on the bat.

Nick put his hand on the door handle and looked up at Carly, she nodded, and he slowly and quietly opened the door. He went inside and Carly followed closely after.

Carly went straight for the phone and picked it up. She sighed and placed it back down once she heard that it was dead. She took a peek in the kitchen and moved away once she saw it was safe.

She saw Nick wander past the pool table and into the living room. She followed him and noticed that this room was where the light was coming from.

"Vickie?" Nick whispered, in the direction of the stairs. "Dalton? Wade?"

There was no response.

Carly stepped into the living room and was about to turn and walk out when she noticed something on the floor. She frowned and went over to it. Kneeling down and picking it up, she realized it was Dalton's cap. "Dalton…" She whispered. She turned to look at Nick. "Nick! Look!"

Nick turned and walked over to her, frowning. She showed him the cap and he took it from her.

"It's Dalton's! He's here somewhere!" She whispered, starting to smile.

Nick gripped the cap in his hands tightly and brought it to his face.

Carly frowned and put a hand on Nick arm. "Nick, what's wrong? Dalton's alive, why are you-"

"No, it's not. It's Vickie's." Nick said, taking the cap from his face. Carly frowned not understanding. "Vickie took it from Dalton before we came out to get you. She was wearing it when we split up and she went with Dalton."

Carly shook his arm, wondering why he wasn't happy. "Then that means Vickie's alive." She said, trying to get him to realize Vickie could be safe.

Nick took a death breath and shook his head. "Or something else might have happened to her." Nick said, looking straight into Carly's eyes, making her see what he was meaning.

Carly shook her head, not wanting to believe it. "No, Vickie's strong. She's here, she must be. That guy, Bo, he kept me alive… he'll keep her alive." Nick glared when he heard the guys name, and the glare deepened when he understood what she meant. "We just need to look for her." Carly said, squeezing his arm.

Nick nodded and gripped the cap in his hands tightly. He looked around the room and then the stairs caught his attention. "There's a light on." He said, glancing at Carly.

She looked back at them, both hoping to god she was there.

Nick went to go to the stairs but Carly stopped him. "Nick… what if she's…" She trailed off, not wanting to say what could have happened to her. She could be dead. Or Bo might have gotten to her...

Nick's eyes flashed with pain and he looked up to the top of the stairs. "Vickie?" He shouted up. Screw being quiet, he had to know if she was up there. "Vickie!" He shouted again.

They looked at each other and kept quiet, listening out for movement.

TBC…