Chapter 13
Whoop whoop! Chapter 13! I dip dyed my hair purple ;)
Jade's POV
I cannot believe this. My father, who doesn't even deserve that title, found me. How the hell did he find me?
"How the hell…did you find me?" I say in between breaths. Beck or Andre couldn't help because my dad would shoot me if they took one step to me. Beck's face is red in anger and you could practically see the flames glowing in his eyes.
"This thing called a tracking device," my dad smirks. "I tracked your phone, punk."
"Oh yeah, I'm the one who's the punk," I snap at him. His arm digs farther up my neck.
"You shouldn't have said that," he growls. "Now, Kill." Kill? Who the hell is Kill? But I figure it out when a huge, muscular tan man walks in with ropes. Two other guys come in after him. They all look exactly the same; a tough shell that's easy to crack.
"Tie up the pretty boy first," my father demands. His name is not pretty boy!
"No!" I begin to squirm in his arms. "Don't touch him!"
"Shut up!" My father slams my head against the wall. I suddenly stop, but not because of him telling me to. I stop because the room starts to spin. I see Beck, Cat and Andre being dragged out of the house first. They come back for Tori and Robbie. Probably because they didn't make as much noise as the others. I'm the last one dragged out to the black van.
"That doesn't look like a criminal's car at all," I sarcastically say. A searing pain shoots up my back and I yelp as I'm thrown in the back of the criminal van. I just crawl up in a ball, one hot tear trailing down my cheek. I feel familiar arms pull me up and I rest my head on Beck's chest. The sudden reality hits me in the chest like a ton of bricks.
We've just been kidnapped.
The ride there is silent besides Cat sobbing into Robbie's shirt, soaking it with tears. She should drink her tears since it's probably gonna be the only water she'll get. Andre has his arm slung over Tori's shoulders protectively. He's trying to be strong by holding his emotions in. I know Tori is about to break down because she's shaking and blinking so rapidly. The doors suddenly fly open and I see Kill and the other two guys.
"Get the ditz girl first," Kill orders.
"No," I say firmly, lifting my head off of Beck's chest.
"No?" he questions, threating. This probably isn't the smartest thing to do right now, but I refuse to let them take Cat. I have to hold my ground.
"You're not going to touch her," I say in a low, dangerous voice.
"It's either her or pretty boy. Choose," Kill decides. I'm still not satisfied with his name. Before I can protest, Beck is already standing up.
"Stop it," I try to tell him, but he doesn't listen. He lets those guys take him roughly into some dingy looking house.
"I'm sorry, Jadey." Cat coughs hoarsely from crying so much.
"Cat, it's not your fault. Beck would've gone anyway." I give her a sympathetic look. One of the other guys comes back.
"I have to take the ditz," he says in an apologetic tone. "I won't hurt her." For some reason, I believe him. He gently pulls her down from the van and leads her to the house. The process continues until we're all in the basement of the house. Apparently, we all have nicknames. Cat's the ditz, Beck's pretty boy, Andre is dreadlocks, Robbie's the nerd, Tori's goody two-shoes and I'm the punk Goth chic. The nice guy comes in.
"Alright, I'm just gonna say it since there's no reason to sugarcoat it," he begins. "I'm Sam. Your dad tracked your phone, obviously. He's making us use nicknames with all of you instead of using your real names. Once or twice a day, he will come in here and demand one of you to come upstairs." Beck's arm tightened around my waist at his words. Sam continues speaking.
"When you go upstairs, he will hurt you. A lot. If you protest, it will only get worse and he'll keep you up there longer. But if you snap too much, he will bring your absolute favorite person from here in there to watch him destroy you. Don't say anything about this conversation, do you understand?" He ended his sentence firmly and we all nodded our heads in sync.
"Unfortunately, he sent me in here to take punk Goth girl," he gives me an apologetic look. Beck's arm tightens so much around my waist it hurts, but I couldn't care less.
"No," Beck states.
"Beck-"
"I said no," he tells me firmly. "You're my girl, not his. And you're not going up there if I can keep you safe down here." I've never seen him act like this before. He's acting so… possessive and protective? Angry, maybe? I don't even know.
"Look pretty boy, if you don't let me take her I'll have to send her dad up here," Sam says.
"Then get him!" Beck responds quickly, causing me to jump. Sam sighs and walks up the stairs to the first floor.
"Beck, you'll make it worse for her," Andre tries to convince him.
"Not if she doesn't go up there," Beck says stubbornly.
"But, Beck-"
"I said no!" beck suddenly cuts Andre off. Andre throws his head back and groans.
"I give up," he throws his hand in the air. The door flings open from the top of the stairs and we all go stiff, except for Beck.
"Now, we can do this the easy way or the hard way, pretty boy." My dad leans down in front of Beck's face, but Beck doesn't move a muscle and keeps his poker face on.
"I can take her up there easily with nothing said, or we can shoot her. Your choice," my father says harshly. I try to stay calm and Beck reluctantly lets go of me. My dad pulls me up roughly and I slowly drag my combat boots across the floor.
"Don't take her!" Beck suddenly yells and I hear him scramble to his feet. I turn my head around, but before I can react my dad has a pocket knife lodged into Beck's arm.
"Beck!" I scream, wide-eyed. He falls to the ground in pain as my father gets his knife back, smirking. Tears stroll down my face as my dad slings me over his shoulders. The last thing I see in the basement is the others crowding around Beck as he continues to scream my name. The door slams shut behind my dad and I. He plants me harshly in Kill's arms, restraining me.
"Nice to see you again, Jadelyn." My father doesn't wipe his smirk off his face.
"Don't call me that," I manage to snap at him. His smirk disappears as anger replaces it.
"Maybe you'll learn to respect me after a lesson," he sneers. He lights the tip of his knife with a match. The same knife he used to hurt Beck.
"Brand her," he simply says, handing the sizzling hot knife to the other guy who always stayed silent. He handed another to Sam. The other guy enjoys making the first cut across my chest, making my heart burst in the flames. I scream in pain as the cuts keep coming. Soon enough burns and cuts cover my stomach, chest, arms and legs. One big gash sits across my neck.
"Take her back," my father demands. Sam takes me and doesn't hurt me as much when Kill held me. He takes me down the stairs to the basement where beck is still screaming my name.
"First aid kit hidden behind the bookcase," Sam whispers in my ear before leaving the basement.
"Jade," Beck gasps as he hovers over me. I'm lying on the cold cement floor, shivering from pain.
"Don't hurt yourself anymore, Beck," I tell him in a strained voice. "Tori, look behind the bookshelf." She does as I say, successfully finding the first aid kit. She hands it to me and it causes me a lot of pain, but I sit up and find a role of thread and a needle.
"Give me your arm," I demand to Beck. He does as I say. I stich up his arm good before laying back down. I make him swallow down two pain relieving pills.
"What about you?" He asks me in a hoarse voice.
"I'll be fine," I croak out.
"No, you won't." He grabs the bottle of peroxide and pours it over my cuts, causing me wince. He apologizes after every one. I tell him not to use band-aids because my dad will notice, so my arms are wrapped up in strips of Beck's shirt. He gently takes me back to our corner and his arm goes back to the same place. We kiss for a moment and it gives me the slightest hope we'll live through this. I lay my head on his shoulder, falling into a restless sleep.
Well… I liked it even though it was intense and depressing. OMG just got back from seeing Breaking Dawn Part 2! Epic movie! I started crying at the end :'( my friends and I decided it was so good that we're going back again. And that is settled.
