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There were many of you who wanted me to keep the story long and none of you that wanted me to shorten it, therefore I'm gonna write and write and write and make it as long as it was supposed to be from the beginning.

This chapter was pretty hard to write and I had to work on it a lot, but I think it turned out alright. I don't know if you remember, but in the end of chapter 12 Jack says that this day would come to be the worst day in his life...So buckle up and prepare yourself for the longest (3 x as long as most of the other chapters) and probably the darkest chapter of the entire story...

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Chapter 16

The Breaking of my Heart

Jack's pov.

When I saw that blond-haired, cheeky grinned girl of my dreams standing in my cell I was speechless, finding it hard to believe my eyes. I hadn't known what to feel. I was torn inside, as my biggest wish was to keep Kim out of this and just for her to stay as far away as possible from me and this place. But I also fully craved to be in her arms. I needed her, I really did.

The feelings only grew bigger when she'd embraced me. I was the happiest I've been in what seemed like ages, but I've also never been so afraid and worried before. If something happens to her I honestly don't know what I'll do.

I had begged her to leave, but she had refused which I was both upset and grateful for. When she had freed me I had felt a little better, believing for a moment that this nightmare would be over and I would finally be able to go home. But all my hopes had blown away just as quick as I had heard Mark's deep voice.

"Not so fast…" he had warned, standing in the doorway aiming a shotgun at us. As on reflex I had taken hold of Kim, wrapping my arms around her, spinning us around, trying to get her as far away as possible from Mark.

Here we stood now, holding on to each other. 'Not Kim, not Kim, please anything but her' I prayed inside of my head, terrified of losing her. Feeling her arms tighten around me, the same feeling of hopelessness that I've grown so familiar with over the past days filled me again. She depended on me and I couldn't save her, not this time. I wasn't strong enough to fight him or fast enough. Not physically nor emotionally. I searched desperately my mind for any solution that would get Kim out of here safely…

Maybe there was one way after all…

Letting go of Kim, I slowly turned around, ignoring her attempts to hold on to me. I cautiously kept Kim behind me, as I came face to face with Mark. He looked uncertain and the shotgun was shaking slightly in his hands.

"Don't move!" He exclaimed, making Kim grab hold of my arm. The thought about what I was about to do to her hurt, but if it meant saving her life I was willing to go through with it. I looked at the weapon that was pointing at us. It was loaded with two shells, right? With any luck I would be able to take both for Kim and she would have a chance to get away.

I tried to inch closer to Mark but Kim held me back.

"Jack, don't…" She pleaded, the fear in her voice made it straight to my heart. It was like she knew what I was about to do even though I didn't think that was possible. Knowing that my plan wouldn't work as long as Kim clung to me I tried to reason with the man threatening us, hoping to buy us some more time.

"Mark…?" I started, pretty sure it was him since Alan most likely would have pulled the trigger already.

"Stay where you are!" He warned nervously. I could see the panic in his eyes and I feared that he might fire the gun by accident. He shakily started to dig in his back pockets, balancing the firearm in his other hand still aiming it at us.

"Please…" I tried again. "Do whatever you want with me, just let Kim go." I tried to keep my voice as calm as possible, not wanting to stress him to change into Alan. If that happens, we would probably not stand a chance.

"Mark, please…" He didn't show any sign of listening to what I said although he kept his eyes fixed on me, struggling to get something out of his back pocket which seemed to have stuck. "Would Tess approve of you doing this?"

"She approves of me keeping you from running away, yes…" He said simply as he finally managed to get what looked like a bunch of handcuffs all tangled up out of his pocket. He threw them towards us. Both Kim and I watched them as the skidded to a halt right in front of us. Oh no… if he was about to do what I thought he was going to, my plans of getting Kim out of here would fail.

"Hey Blondie." Mark snarled making Both of our heads shot up. I frowned knowing that Kim didn't like to be called that and she most likely would have commented on it in a different situation. I was thankful that she remained silent though, knowing how unpredictable Mark could be.

"Leave her out of this." I begged as I pushed Kim behind me. My heartbeat had increased its speed and I had started to sweat slightly. "Please." He ignored my pleads, instead he looked Kim straight in the eye.

"If you wanna keep your friend alive you'll better do as I say." Mark threatened, aiming the shotgun at me. Kim instinctively hugged my arm that she's been holding on to the entire time, placing her cheek against it.

"Pick em' up Blondie." He nodded towards the pile handcuffs lying on the floor. Kim hesitantly let go of me and picked them up, keeping a watchful eye on Mark. "Put them on him." He ordered. Kim didn't move probably still trying to get her head around what was happening. "Do it!" He exclaimed making both Kim and me jump. She shook her head as tears started to form in her eyes, looking desperately from Mark to me.

"It's okay Kim." I reassured quickly as I saw Mark's nervous expression when Kim wouldn't do what he told her to, afraid that he might turn into Alan if things weren't going his way. "Just do as he says."

Mark pulled the hammer back causing the firearm to click. The sound must've scared Kim as she started to detangle the chains, her hands shaking. "Hurry up!" Mark grunted impatiently. His command only got Kim to fumble even more though, causing it to take longer time than it would have taken from the beginning. When she finally got them all sorted out you could tell that there were three pairs of them. She let two of them fall to the ground before bringing the last pair to me. I held out my hands to let her put them on me. She hesitated when she saw the red mark around my wrist. Her eyes searched mine as to ask for permission. It was hard for me to look at her with her eyes so full of fear and despair. I gave her a brief nod before looking down at my hands, breaking the eye contact. She carefully placed one of the cuffs slightly above my sore skin. When she was about to do the other Mark stopped her.

"Fasten them behind his back." He ordered. I sighed, as Kim let go of me so I could bring my arms back. "That's it boy. Now turn around so that I can see…" I did as he said before Kim secured the other cuff connecting my wrists together behind me, her hands shaking. "Tighten them." He said a lot calmer now. Kim did what he said, but she still left them loose enough so that they wouldn't hurt. She took hold of my hand squeezing it gently. I squeezed back, knowing that she needed the comfort just as bad as I did.

"That's a good girl." Mark said. "You can turn around now Jack. I don't think you wanna miss the show." I frowned having a bad feeling about what he meant by that. I let go of Kim's hand and turned. I don't know what was most disturbing, the gun pointing at me or the sad look Kim had on her face. There were tears in her eyes just waiting to fall, as she silently pleaded me for help, at least that's what it looked like to me. I tore my eyes away from hers, not being able to watch her any longer without my heart breaking.

"Cuff his ankles." I gave Mark a glare, not liking this at all. There's no way I would be able to defend myself or Kim restrained like that. I hated to be put in such a helpless position. Kim had gotten on her knees and was now locking the cold and hard metal around my ankles. Mark started to inch closer as he locked eyes with me. He stopped with the shotgun only inches away from my chest, kicking the last pair of handcuffs towards Kim, who still was sitting on the floor, watching the scene above her in horror. "Kneel." He commanded, looking me straight in the eye, feeling a lot more confident as his plans seemed to work out for him. I didn't really have a choice and I slowly sank to my knees with a little help from Kim. Almost feeling sick of worry I struggled not to freak out. It wouldn't be fair to do that in front of Kim. I kept my gaze on Mark refusing to look at the girl sitting next to me, because if I did I knew that I wouldn't be able to hold it together anymore. Mark smiled a little obviously satisfied that he had prevented me from getting away, before he turned to Kim. "Take them." He nodded towards the handcuffs lying on the floor. She reached for them before cautiously following Marks instructions, fastening one cuff around the short chain between my wrists and the other around the chain that went between my ankles, connecting my hands and feet, making it impossible for me to straighten out my body. As soon as I heard the small clicking sound that the cuffs made, I knew that the game was over and I had lost. The only small comfort I had was that he hadn't touched Kim yet, although I knew in the back of my head that that was only a matter of time. Mark had watched the whole thing from above, making sure that I was restrained properly. "You did this way easier and quicker than I did, Blondie. You must be a natural." He mocked, receiving glares from both me and Kim.

I tugged against the handcuffs a little just to see how much movement I had. I couldn't help but hang my head at the feeling of how much they restricted me. Kim noticed and wrapt her arms around me, hugging me tightly. I pulled on the chains in an attempt to hug her back, failing miserably.

"I'm sorry Jack." She sobbed into my shoulder. I could tell she was scared to death, just like I was.

"Kim, you've gotta promise me one thing…" I whispered in her ear. "No matter what happens to me, you've gotta get out of here alive." She didn't answer me instead she buried her face deeper into my shoulder letting out another sob. I was on the verge of breaking down myself, but I forced the lump in my throat back, knowing that I needed to stay strong until Kim was safely gone from here. "Promise me, Kim." I demanded.

"I promise." She whispered back and I breathed out a sigh of relief as I needed to hear her say those words. Suddenly she was pulled away from me. "JACK!" She cried out, panic in her voice as Mark had grabbed a hold of her.

"Leave her alone!" I threatened, struggling to get free.

Mark ignored me and pulled her closer to him, putting an arm around her neck while still aiming the gun at me. Kim's breath came out short and quick, fear reflecting in her eyes as she tried to pull his arm away, without any success. The fact that I was under death threat probably paralysed her, as she normally would have freed herself easily. She still was putting up a pretty good fight though and I could see that Mark was struggling to hold her.

There were irritation, anger and fear in his expression and pretty soon his features started to change. Oh no… I swallowed, watching in horror as my fears were realized.

"Well, well Jack…" Alan grinned. "It's payback time."

I shook my head. "No… no, please don't…" Tears were starting to form in my eyes, terrified of him trying to do something to Kim. "…please…I'll do anything…"

"Good. Then you won't have a problem paying back what you owe me." He smirked.

"What's he talking about Jack?" Kim asked worriedly. He was talking about making me pay by hurting her. I still didn't know what awful thing I must have done to go through this and to have Kim to go through it as well. I didn't have the heart to tell her what I knew was coming for her though, not with the tears that was already running down her face…

"Why don't you tell her Jack?" Alan asked seriously. "Why don't you tell her how you 'Mr oh so perfect' caused Mark the greatest loss of his life?" His voice got louder as he spoke. "Why don't you tell her how you ruined him and everything he ever loved?!" They were both looking at me, waiting for my answer. I didn't know what to say. He's never told me that he held me responsible for anything like that. The fact that I most likely was innocent didn't even cross my mind as I was too stressed out.

"I'm sorry." I said finally as it was the first thing that came to mind. "Whatever I've done, I'm sorry for it." My voice was slightly trembling from fear. "I've learned my lesson. Please let her go."

"Apologizing won't make any difference." He said bitterly. "It won't bring her back!" I looked up at him with confusion, as his eyes started to tear up and his face started to turn into a shade of red. "You KILLED her!" He exclaimed with so much rage that I actually started to shake.

"What…?! I didn't do…!" I started but he cut me of.

"Of course you did and her life can only be repaid by…" he trailed of and turned his shotgun from me towards Kim, resting the muzzle of the firearm just beneath her ribs.

"NO! NO!" I practically screamed, tugging desperately against the chains that held me. "PLEASE! DON'T!"

Everything happened so fast after that. Kim bended her knees as she turned slightly, kicking the firearm from under, pointing it towards the ceiling.

"BANG!" the shot went of sending ricochets flying all over the place as the ammunition bounced off the concrete ceiling. I flinched as some of them dug into my right arm, my heart beating incredibly fast. Alan hadn't been able to hold on to the shotgun with just one hand and the recoil caused the gun to fly through the air just to land on the floor a few feet away from him. He looked surprised as he was caught of guard, Kim used this and wrenched herself out of his grasp making him stumble and fall over. Even though I was devastated and terrified I almost smiled. There's the Kim I know and love.

She clutched her side and looked at me, a tiny amount of blood slipping through her fingers.

"Run!" I yelled at her without thinking. She reacted immediately and ran through the door and up the stairs.

Alan was up in no time, grabbing the firearm he cursed slightly before he headed after her. I pulled frantically against the chains, ignoring the pain that it caused. The only thing that I could think of was Kim. She had been hurt and I didn't know how bad. All I knew was that she needed me and I couldn't get to her. Being stuck here was so frustrating. I struggled with all the strength I had left to get free, not caring if I'd hurt myself in the process. I hated to be this useless. If I had the strength, I would gladly have ripped my own arm off just to get free and have a chance of saving her.

Suddenly the deafening sound of a gun firing filled the air. Realizing what might just had happened, I freaked out for real.

"KIM!" I screamed as I jerked hysterically on my restrains. My heart was beating so hard I thought it might dig a hole through my chest. "KIM!" After all the pulling and tugging, one of the cuffs was actually on its way to come off as it had slid down my hand. "KIM!" I screamed as loud as I possibly could, wishing desperately that she would answer. "KIM!"

I froze as I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Looking anxiously out the door that had been left open like some kind of sick mockery, I wished with all my heart that it would be Kim.

Of course it wasn't her, but Mark. I felt my heart drop and my eyes started to tear up once more.

"Where's Kim?" I asked, not wanting to believe the worst. He didn't answer me too busy to mumbling to himself. When he got closer to me I saw the crimson red stains on his hand. No, no, no…please don't let it be hers…"What did you do to her?" my voice was weak and shaky, as the realization hit me like a ton of bricks. "What did you do?!" I repeated but this time I almost screamed as a tear started to trail down my cheek. He walked up to me a serious look on his face.

"Shut it!" He yelled, slapping me across the face. The burning feeling that was spreading across my cheek only made the tears come in even greater numbers. I leaned forward, my forehead almost touching the ground, just letting them all out. The thought about what might had happened to Kim caused loud sobs to emerge from my mouth.

"Enjoying the feeling?" Alan smirked. I didn't really pay any attention to him though. "You think Mark enjoyed it?"

When he was given no answer he took hold of my hair and pulled my head up so that he could look me in the eye, making me flinch. My eyes were so flooded that I barely saw the man in front of me, but I could sense his eyes piercing me.

"It tears your heart apart, doesn't it?" He almost whispered, his face only inches away from mine. There were several things I wanted to tell him, to yell at him, but all that would come out of my mouth were whimpers and sobs.

"Feeling sorry for yourself wont help you." Alan said still holding a firm grip of my hair. I knew he was right, but the pain was just too much for me to handle. "You've gotten no more than you deserve… Too bad she had to run outside so you'd miss to see it… the fear in her eyes as she choked on her own blood." He smirked a little.

His words cut like a knife right through my heart, as he had made it clear to me that Kim actually was gone. He pushed my head back down quite violently as he let go of me, causing me to moan. It didn't really hurt though, not compared to the rest of pain I was going through anyway. There are no words to describe it, the feeling that was filling my heart at that moment. I had lost everything, my freedom, my best friend even myself… in other words I'd lost my life. Kim was the worst part though… I was never ever going to see her bright smile again, never hear her laughter, I would never be able to touch her or to hold her again and she'd never gotten to know I loved her…

Alan watched me as I leant over totally losing it. Strange sounds and whimpers emerged from my mouth with every uneven and shaky breath as the tears kept on coming. He noticed the cuff that was halfway off my hand.

"We'll have none of that, kid." He said, leaning over me to replace it. I winced as he tightened them tremendously, feeling almost as if he'd cut off the circulation.

It all felt like a terrible nightmare and I would do just about anything to wake up from it. But of course no imaginary pain could ever have such a deep impact on me.

At this point I was crying so heavily that I had a hard time breathing. Somehow I'd gotten into a state of shock, panting so intense that I was starting to get light-headed. I did my best to calm down but my body refused to listen.

Just the thought of how scared she must've been and all the suffering she'd gone through made me shake with sobs. She trusted me and I'd failed her.

I had closed my eyes in an attempt to shield myself from everything around me and I didn't notice Alan as he left me all alone to drain in my sorrows. His footsteps faded leaving only my uncontrolled sobs to fill the otherwise silent room. I've never felt this lonely before and no one in the world could help me, it was already too late.

A few minutes went by and I finally managed to calm down somewhat. The tears still came in steady streams though and I wondered briefly how I could possibly have any left.

My arm hurt from where the ricochets had hit me, blood finding its way out from the fresh wound and dripping down on the floor. I couldn't care less though…

I heard footsteps approaching; knowing that it was him, the sorrow I felt was slowly accompanied by a tremendous rage that grew larger by the seconds. I looked up at the green eyes that had become synonymous with pain, fear and pure hatred. They seemed confused and stressed.

"Where's your friend?" He asked immediately when he saw my bloodshot eyes, his voice full of worry. I could tell that he was seriously wondering as he wasn't sure of what just had happened. In other words the man standing before me was Mark.

I wasn't in the mood to play along though. Even if Alan was the one to pull the trigger, I still held Mark responsible. After all he created Alan and technically they're the same person.

"You…" I said shakily, anger boiling inside of me as I watched with despise the murderer of my love. I wanted to yell out what he'd done, but I just couldn't bring myself to form the words as the truth was too painful. Instead I looked at him inhaling deeply.

"I hate you." I sniffed. Nothing could be more true. The hate I felt inside was strong enough for me to end him right then and there.

He almost looked hurt by my words, before he hurried of up the stairs again. I let out a small cry of frustration as I once again tugged weakly on the chains that held me, even though I knew it was no use. A series of weird noises came from above before Mark rushed back down again, a backpack hanging over his shoulders and a piece of cloth in one of his hands. His face was red and he panted slightly as he made his way over to me. There was such determination but also uncertainty in his face that it scared me. Being in the position that I was he could frankly do anything to me.

"What's going on?" I asked worriedly, my voice raspy from all the crying I'd done and was still doing.

"We're leaving." He said simply, bringing the cloth towards my face. Realizing what he was about to do, I dodged my head.

"Please don't." I shook my head, moving it around as much as I possibly could to prevent him from putting that thing on me. "No plea…" I was cut of as Mark managed to force the cloth into my mouth, before securing it at the back of my head. The fabric tasted old and dusty and the way it was filling my mouth made it feel as if it would choke me. I breathed heavily through my nose, trying to suppress the sobs that were building up again, knowing that if they'd break loose I wouldn't be able to provide my body with enough oxygen gagged like this.

Mark had kneeled behind me and was unlocking the pair of handcuffs that connected my hands to my feet. I was silently praying that he would open up the cuffs that were digging into my wrists, making my hands go numb, as well, but instead he unlocked one of the cuffs that held my ankles before pulling me up to my feet. My legs barely holding me up, I wobbled before finding my balance. He kneeled again, putting the free set of handcuffs around my ankle again. He then connected the free cuff to the other set of cuffs around my other ankle, making a twice as long chain between them. This would allow me to walk with shorter steps, but not run or kick at him, which he probably thought that I would do otherwise. He had a good reason to fear that though, as that's most likely what I would've done if I'd gotten the chance.

He must've learned that I wasn't letting him do anything to me without putting up a fight no matter how weak or how much disadvantage I had, for he moved fast as he pulled a bag down over my head from behind me, making it impossible for me to see. He then took hold of my arm sending weaves of pain through the small but many wounds on it, leading me of up the stairs and through a couple of doors and turns. I placed every footstep carefully not feeling comfortable with trusting Mark to watch out for me. As we headed through the last door a cool breeze of fresh air hit me and I knew we were outside. It was the first time in almost a week that I got out from that hellhole and I couldn't enjoy it. I shivered slightly as Mark pulled me away. He had speeded up his pace and I had a hard time to keep it up. He stopped abruptly before I heard the sound of a car door (or something like that) opening. A new wave of fear hit me. Where was he gonna take me? He turned me around and started to push me backwards in the direction of the car, I instinctively pushed against him with very little success of course. I frowned when I felt the car right above the back of my knee, as it was a bit higher than I'd expected. He continued to push causing me to sit down on the edge of what must be the trunk. I barely had time to register what was happening before Mark took hold of my legs. He pulled them straight up, flipping me over backwards. I tried to catch myself, but failed due to the cuffs, hitting the back of my head I let out a muffled moan. Mark rearranged me into almost a fetal position so that I would fit in the small space. The trunk was slammed shut making my heart beat twice as fast. I tried to relax taking deep breaths to keep me from panic, the claustrophobic feeling already having a steady grip of me. The fact that I couldn't see, speak or move properly got me to discover a whole new dimension of fear and I had to remind myself to keep sane if I didn't want to end up like Mark.

The engine of the car started and soon we were on our way…

I closed my eyes trying to think of something positive, but that turned out to be impossible. I've always thought of Kim before to cheer me up, but that definitely didn't work anymore. We drove for what seemed like hours and by the time we arrived to our destination I was a wreck. I sighed in relief as Mark opened the trunk and pulled me out. The ground was soft beneath my feet and the air lacked all the typical noises that a city makes. After leading me away a few steps, Mark tapped the back of my leg indicating for me to lift it a little higher. I did so as we started to make our way up the few steps that most likely led to a building. Beside me I could hear Mark fiddling around with the keys, followed by a door unlocking. He pulled me through the door shutting it behind us. The room smelt stuffy and the floor creaked slightly as I was being led across it. All of a sudden Mark pushed me forcefully in the back, at the same time as he jerked on the chain between my ankles, making me trip over. I turned in the air in a desperate attempt to save myself from falling, before hitting the ground hard, shoulder first. A muffled cry escaped my throat. Man it hurt…

"Oh yeah… sorry Tess…" Mark muttered before pulling the bag off my head. "Welcome to your new home."

I lifted my head a little, looking around the place. Most of it was covered in darkness but I could still see that there was a very small kitchen area in the far corner to my right equipped with all the necessary thins that you would ever need, including a round kitchen table surrounded by three chairs. A lamp that was the only source of light in the room hung above the group of furniture. The window placed on the wall behind the table showed nothing but pitch black darkness. Next to the kitchen area there was a fireplace. A leather armchair was placed in front of it and on the wooden walls hung various kinds of head trophies along with several pairs of antlers, making me figure that this must be some kind of hunting cabin. Mark went up behind me, lightning a small lamp that was placed on a nightstand next to a single bed, before he hurrying over to the kitchen area.

I tried to sit up, not feeling comfortable with Mark running around nervously all over the place. He didn't pay any attention to me as I finally managed to sit, leaning against the wall. I closed my eyes, my arms hurting from bring held behind my back for so long. The terrible scene that I'd witness only hours ago flashed before my eyes. The imaged of Kim's scared face made the tears fill my eyes again, one of them escaping my eyelids, making it's way down my cheek only to be caught up by the cloth I was gagged with.

"Hi Jack." A cheerful voice said. It sounded familiar but yet…weird. I opened my eyes only to see Marks face –very close to mine- a huge smile on his face. I jumped startled, pushing back against the wall, staying as far away as possible from him. He giggled at my reaction.

"Would you like some apple juice?" He asked in a silly childish voice. "It's my favourite. Dad use to buy it for me." I looked at him confused. The smile on his face disappeared and was replaced by a concerned frown. "Why are you crying?" He asked, wiping one of my tears away with his hand. I tensed at his touch, my heart racing. What was going on?

"Let me help you with that." He said reaching behind my head. I almost didn't dare to breathe as he untied the knot and removed the cloth from my mouth.

"So, now you can tell me… Why are you so sad?" As if he didn't know that already. Not answering, I looked at him as if he was nuts, which frankly I thought he was. His gaze fell upon my arm, dry blood smeared all over it. "You're hurt." He stated." No wonder you were crying, you poor thing."

Okay, he was really starting to freak me out. What was he playing at?

"Here let me have a look at that." He said kindly, taking hold of my arm and pulled on it gently. It wouldn't move more than a few inches towards him before it stopped. Mark noticed the handcuffs and gasped. I looked confused at him, wondering if he was just fooling around with me or if there was something seriously wrong with him. "Where's the key?" He wondered.

"You have it." I answered eyeing him carefully, not knowing how to read him. Crazy or not I just hoped he would go through with it and free me.

He found the key in one of his pockets and gestured for me to turn slightly, before unlocking the cuffs. The moment they fell to the floor I brought my arms to in front of me, rubbing my wrists. There were red marks around them and in some places there were actually small wounds from all my struggling against the metal cuffs. Mark was watching me closely a mesmerised look on his face. I appreciated that he'd freed me from the cuffs and the gag, but I wasn't comfortable with all the weird attention that he was giving me, not trusting him at all.

"What happened to your arm? Did you fall?"

"You know what happened…" I muttered quietly, keeping my eyes fixed on my hands.

"Did someone hurt you?" There was pity and concern in his voice.

"Yes…" I answered bitterly, the lump in my throat growing. "You did." My eyes welling up again from pain and anger, fighting the urge to attack the man who ruined my life as I learned the hard way that that would bring me nothing but more pain.

"No I didn't." He shook his head. "I would never do that." He sounded so childishly innocent that he could've fooled most likely anybody, as he glanced at my arm. I didn't care about my stupid arm though; I was more upset about the total demolition of my heart.

"You…" I started, putting my head in my hands, as I realized I wouldn't be able to hold it together much longer. "…Kim…" I whimpered and with that the tears started to come.

"Who's Kim?" He cocked his head. "Did she hurt you?"

I shook my head 'no'. "She's…gone." I said my voice cracking.

"Did you like her?" he wondered after a moment of silence. I gave him a nod, still crying silently into my hands. "More than me?"

That was a really stupid question with an obvious answer, but at that moment I was too upset to really pay any attention to it. "…more than anybody." I managed to get out.

"Oh…ehm…dad?" Mark said sounding upset. "DAD!" He exclaimed, tears in his eyes. I looked up at him, watching in horror as his eyes changed. I made an attempt to crawl away but he quickly grabbed me by the arm, preventing me from doing so.

"Trying to run, are we..." Alan said shaking his head slightly. "I told Mark he couldn't trust you. And I was right…" I tried to wrench his hand away from me, but stopped when he hit me in the face with his free hand. I let out a sob, knowing that no matter what I do, he would always find a way to make me regret it. In other words I would always be the one to lose. "Please…" I begged barely louder that a whisper. He ignored me and grabbed the handcuffs that were lying on the floor.

"Please don't." I started to pull back, causing Alan lose his grip of me. It didn't take him more than a second to send a fist towards my head. I managed to dodge it though, only to make him furious. He jumped me pounding me with his fists. I hid my head behind my arms, crying out as he hit me in the ribs and on my arms and shoulders. Paralyzed with pain and fear I almost didn't notice as he locked the cuffs around my wrists once more.

"You're such a stupid boy… And you never seem to learn..." He said, watching me as I lay on the floor shaking with sobs. "Just seeing you feeling sorry for yourself disgust me. It's all your own fault, you know." He said coldly. I was crying so hard that I barely heard him though. "I don't know how you can live with yourself…" Turning around he walked away from me. "Oh, I just remembered…" He said as he started to dig in the backpack he had brought with him. "I brought you a souvenir." I wiped away a few tears before looking up at him through puffy eyes. He threw a light green piece of clothing towards me before heading outside. It landed just in front of me and I instantly recognized it as Kim's cardigan. I hesitantly reached out and grabbed it, my hands shaking. Pulling it towards me, I spotted a brown reddish patch of dry blood on it along with several unevenly shaped holes in it and my heart just took another blow. I brought the cardigan to my face. It still smelled like her, which only reminded me of how much I'd lost. Burying my face in it I cried loudly, feeling like I would never be able to smile again. My body ached with every uneven sob that escaped my lips.

"I'm s-so s-s-sorry…Kim." I wept into the only material thing I had left of her, my voice weak and trembling. "I'm s-sorry I… I couldn't…save you." I would never be able to forgive myself for letting her die. "I should've...been the one...to die...not you..." The excruciating feeling of my heart being torn to pieces caused me to shake violently, my knuckles turning white as I desperately clutched to the knitted fabric in my hands. Never in my life had I experienced such grief before and I had no one to turn to. There was no one there for me in my hour of need. Instead I received nothing but more pain.

"But you…" I started, choking on my own sobs. "…you prom… you promised… you wouldn't die…" Pressing the cardigan even harder against my face I wailed into it. "You promised me…" The tears were pouring out and started to slowly but steady soak the fabric I was holding. "I need...I need you...I need you to...to hold me...so bad...right now. I need you...to tell me...that it's gonna...be alright." I gasped out in between the deep sobs that just wouldn't stop. "But you can't..." The cruel reality hurt so much it was hard to breathe. "...and it's all...my fault...Now…I'll never get…the chance to say…" I sniffed. "I love you."

It was true. Even though my heart was scattered in pieces, every one of those pieces were filled with an undying love for her. I regretted now more than ever that I never told her how I felt about her.

"I loved you...Kim…and...I love you still...with all my heart…"

I cried that night for God knows how long, until I finally fell asleep from pure exhaustion, still clinging tightly to the light green piece of clothing that used to belong to the love of my life.

So what did you think? Hope it wasn't too cliché...

I'm thinking about putting in a small bonus chapter from Mark's pov that would reveal a bit of his messed up mind. Let me know if you think that would be a good idea...

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/MJ