Beck's POV I have never wanted to physically kill someone until right now. What the fuck? I kept one arm twisted behind me, around Jade's waist to keep her safe. I could feel her slightly shaking with curiosity and fear. "Beck, that's not the right way to greet your stepfather." Roger said, chuckling. He stepped inside and closed the door behind him. I backed up a little with my arm still wrapped around Jade. I swear if he lays one finger on her, I'll kill him.
He looked from me to Jade and back to me. "Looks like you got a party going on here." He said, smirking slightly. I wanted to shoot him right then and there. "Aren't you gonna introduce me to your friend, Beck." "What are you doing here? How the hell did you find this house? Are you stalking Jade?" Shit. I need to learn to control my words when I go off on people.
"Jade..." Roger purred sickeningly. "Nice to meet you Jade. Name's Roger." He winked at her and held out his hand. Jade curled into my back and I glared at Roger as if I could snap his neck with one look. "Actually, I wasn't stalking Jade. I saw you guys at McDonalds and I followed you here. You need to be a more defensive driver, Beck, survey your surroundings."
"You fucking sicko. I hope you rot in hell." I yelled at him, annoyed. He punched me in the stomach and I fell to the floor.
NPOV "Don't you dare raise your voice at me!" Roger yelled at a pained Beck. Jade looked down at her boyfriend in shock. Without thinking, she rushed to Beck's side and embraced him to look over his injuries. "Beck, are you okay? Can you breathe?" The panicked girl asked, on the verge of tears. Beck caught his breath and looked up at her to reassure her that he was fine. "Aww. How sweet? You know in these days and times, it's nice to have a friend that care so much about your well-being. You might want to mind your manners. We wouldn't want your little friend to worry too much now would we?"
Beck's POV I looked up at Roger as he paced back and forth in front of Jade and I. "Now, you listen and you listen good." Roger said, pointing at us. "We're gonna go outside, and you're gonna get in the truck and you're gonna be quiet about it or else..." He took out a gun from the front of pants and pointed it at us. One of you are gonna have to bury the other.
"Now, get up and walk."
I sucked up as much of the pain as I could and stood up. I pulled Jade up with me and held my arm around her. Roger walked up behind me and held the gun to my lower back. Opening the door, I made sure that Jade was as far away from me and this situation would allow. I didn't want Roger anywhere near her. We got to his gray pick-up truck and I climbed in on the passenger's side and Jade sat beside me, closer to the window. Roger got in on the driver's side and started the truck.
I held my arm around Jade. I turned my head to face her. "Are you okay?" I mouthed. She just looked at me, with tears in her eyes and shook her head. I brought my hand down and squeezed her arm. I turned back to Roger. "Why can't you just take me home? You don't have to do this. You don't have to worry about getting caught. I swear, I won't tell anybody." He rubbed my leg and smiled. "You've grown up on me, babyboy. You're not the same little kid that I can control. I have to find new ways to entertain myself, with your body. I figured that if I had you all to myself then I wouldn't have to worry about sharing you with your mom, or school or your friends. I can have you all day and all night. Kiss after kiss, punch after punch, scream after scream, penetration after blood-filled penetration."
I tried not to cry as I stayed silent for the rest of the ride.
-2 hours later-
Jade's POV "Where are we?" I heard Beck ask Roger after what felt like forever. I looked around and saw that we were in the middle of some forest. The truck came to a stop in a little opening and Roger ordered us to get out. I opened the door and got out. Beck quickly hopped out and grabbed my hand and put himself between Roger and me. "Alright, now you guys are gonna take 2,000, 10 inch steps, due east, starting from right here. Now walk." Roger ordered.
As we started walking, I started to die inside, more and more. I thought about My mom, dad and brother. I thought about Cat, Tori, Andre even Robbie. I thought about how I'm never gonna see them again. I thought about how I'm never gonna see my house again or Beck's RV or Hollywood Arts.
We walked until we reached a wooden cabin, deep into the woods. It looked like a quaint little cabin that you and your grandparents would stay in, on a camping trip in the winter. Roger came up behind Beck and I and ordered for Beck to walk forward. He unlocked the door and we walked inside. The inside of the cabin looked so calming that it was scary.
On the inside of the cabin, there was a small living room and an even smaller kitchen. Back on the far wall, there was a fireplace. There were two doors on either side of the fireplace, I assumed they were the bedroom and the bathroom. Scared, I grabbed at Beck's hand and held onto it tightly. I wished so hard that this was all some kind of sick prank that Beck was playing on me, even though I knew that would rather die than scare me like this.
...What is this? Was this our life now? Were we gonna live to see next year, next month...tomorrow? As Roger turned around and looked at us, I knew that there was no definite answers to those questions.
Sorry that this is so short. I wanted to hurry up and get a chapter up before June ended. Thanks for reading. Also this fic was an RP that me and my friend did in the early part of June, follow ViktoriaWest3 on twitter and tweet her saying, "Rolling desert ball." LOVE YOU, VIK!