Man, writer's block sucks serious butt! Anyway, I've been caught up in the real world & I've had writer's block for God knows how long, so that's the reason why for this seriously long wait for this next chapter. Sorry! Anyway, I've finally written this chapter, but no guarantees how long until the next chapter.

Chapter 9

"What can I get you sir?" asked the bartender.

"A glass of Samuel Adams," said Nick as he sat at the bar counter. After finally getting over himself, Nick had driven to the nearest bar to get a drink. This was the worst week of his life and a beer sounded really good. "What's the occasion?" asked a man at the counter.

"How screwed up my life is," replied Nick as his drink came.

"Well, that's life, ain't it?" asked the man.

Nick giggled and took a drink. "So, if your life is screwed up, the question is; can you fix it?" asked the man.

"Yeah, but I don't know where to look."

"Well, I'm a professional at this kind of stuff. My life had been screwed up over and over again and I learned that if you're looking for a place to fix it, then you look inside your heart and find that place and then, you go there and fix it."

Nick looked at the man. "So, if you're gonna go fix your life, what are you doing here? Get your ass out there and fix it!" chanted the man.

"You're right," said Nick as he paid the bartender.

"Best of luck to ya kid," said the man as he grabbed Nick's paid glass of beer and began to drink. As soon as Nick was out the door, the bartender asked, "Does that really work?"

"How the hell should I know?" replied the man as he finished the glass of beer.

After Nick got into his car, he sat in the seat and closed his eyes. Where would the kidnappers have gone to? And when he opened his eyes, he knew the spot and he quickly turned on the ignition and sped away.

When Greg opened his eyes, he found himself lying face down on a carpeted surface in a very familiar room. When he stood up, he noticed that his left ankle was chained to the bed. And that's when it occurred to him; he was in Danny's room at Nick's childhood home. What was he doing there? That's when he realized that he was alone. "DAVID! JACOB! BILLY! GRACIE! LAURA!"

No answer came. Instead, the door opened and Chad Jacobs walked in. "G'morning Gregory. Sleep well?"

Greg just stood there and stared at him. "Oh come on Greg, can't we just be friends?"

Still, Greg didn't answer. "That's okay, you don't have to…"

"Where are the others?"

Chad stared at Greg. "They're in their rooms. I swear that they are not hurt."

"And why should I believe you?"

"You know, that's very wise of you. But I'm telling you the truth. It's your choice to believe me or not."

"What do you want?"

Chad turned and looked at him. "It's not what I want, but what my boss wants."

"And what's that?"

"The end of the Stokes family. And with you and the other's help, we're gonna lure Nick in and finally finish this once and for all."

"I swear to God if you lay a finger on them, I'll…"

"You'll what? Unless you've forgotten, you're chained to a bed!"

Anger began to take control of Greg's body and with a blink of an eye, Greg picked up the nearest object, which just so happened to be the lamp and threw it at Chad, hitting him square in the chest. Anger spread across Chad's face as he walked up to Greg and punched Greg square in the jaw. As soon as Greg was on the ground, he gave a strong kick into Greg's stomach. "Don't ever try that again boy. Have a good day Gregory."

And with that, Chad walked out of the room, closing the door behind him. As soon as the door was closed, Greg weakly stood up and sat back down on the bed. With even more anger, he picked up a small toy and threw it at the door, causing the toy to smash into several pieces. As the little pieces hit the floor, Greg cradled his head in his hands. It was his entire fault they were in this mess and now, he had to fix it. So as he sat on that small bed, he began to think of an ingenious plan to get out of there. Greg rummaged through the drawers, trying to find anything sharp. Unfortunately, it was a kid's room, so there was nothing dangerous. That is, until he saw a baseball bat in the closet. Greg reached for it, but the chain around his ankle wouldn't allow him to grab it. But Greg wouldn't give up, so he pushed the bed closer to the closet. As soon as the bed was in range, Greg smiled and quickly took the baseball bat and waited for the kidnappers to come in. As he waited, he thought about Nick's siblings and Nick. They were going to use him and Nick's siblings to trap Nick and kill them all. But why bother with him? He wasn't a Stokes. Or was he? All things pointed to him that insisted that he was, in fact, their long lost brother, but how was it possible? Until he saw a DNA test that confirmed it, he was going to dismiss that accusation. Suddenly, the knob began to jiggle. Greg held the bat at the ready and watched as a man came in. The man didn't realize that Greg had a weapon until the bat came down and hit him on the back, causing the stranger to fall to the ground. The man was no doubt unconscious, so Greg reached into the man's pockets and found the keys to his shackles. After freeing himself, he walked up the man. "Let's see you really are."

Greg flipped the man onto his back with his foot and let out a gasp. "Dad?"

TBC…

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