Chapter Nine

'Nuclear' Family

Hi everyone, I know it's been absolutely ages! Almost three years in fact since I last updated but I've at university so have had most of my attention focused on that, I'm coming to the end now, so may not get much on in the next few weeks but I promise I'm working on it. Anyway I hope you enjoy it, sorry for the delay once again, and thank you to everyone who has stuck with me and this story! Enjoy!

I woke up with comfort beneath me. Where am I? I thought to myself, but more importantly, where's Katherine? I shot up in bed, in a panic. I was back in what Hoyt liked to call 'my bedroom.' Considering this fact, it was quite confusing as I thought about how little time I had spent in this room.

As if someone had sensed that I'd woken, I heard someone walking up the stairs and towards my bedroom. I heard the jingle of the lock as he started to open my door. Stepping in, he smiled as my eyes met his.

"Good morning, little miss," he said, with a smile on his face, as he walked over and kissed the top of my head as if I were his own daughter, the thought repulsed me.

"Where's Katherine?" I asked, intrigued.

"Now why would you call your own mother by her first name?" Hoyt asked, kneeling in front of me. "Hmm?"

"My mother?" I questioned, "Katherine's not my mother, my mother's called Angela."

"Now Jane, you don't want to anger me," Hoyt said, in a strange voice with his face pulling a strained smile. Suddenly, he forced his hand towards me and grabbed my ribs. I yelped. "Do you?"

"N… N… N…" I stuttered, he scared me so much, he was the most bipolar human being I had ever met. One minute he wanted to be my best friend and take care of me and the next, he threatened to hurt me, or worse, hurt Katherine.

"For God's sake, spit it out," he demanded, aggravated, slapping my back, sending me flying forwards to land on top of him in a coughing fit. The pain was too much, I felt my body cling to him in an attempt to ease me of it. I immediately willed my body to stop and let go. I didn't want to be anywhere near him but my body just wouldn't listen to me, I just remained clinging to him with all my might. He misunderstood my actions but I didn't care, at least nobody got hurt. "I'll take that as an apology, Jane," he said as he wrapped his arms around me, standing up to pick me up again. "Are you going to be a good girl today?"

I nodded enthusiastically, as I whispered, "yes Sir," so not to anger him.

"Now Jane," he warned, lowering his head slightly. What did I do now? "What's wrong with that sentence?" I just looked at him confused but he gave me a few seconds to work it out, but I honestly didn't know what he wanted to hear so I just did the only thing I could think of, I replied.

"I don't know, Doctor Hoyt." He sighed, clearly annoyed at me. I would beg him not to hurt me but that only seemed to spur him on so I just remained silent as he put me down and knelt in front of me, his arms in a lethal grip around the top of my arms.

"You don't know?" He asked, his facial expressions showing me that he was trying to be patient. "I go and kidnap you, and then I go and get you a mother. What do you think that makes me?" I shake my head, internally begging that I am wrong but Hoyt mistakes this as a misunderstanding. "It makes me your father," he clarified, shaking me.

"But I… I have a father…" My voice trembled as I muttered the words.

"Not anymore, Jane, I am your father now," Hoyt said, as he continued to shake me as he spoke, "understand?"

"No…" I whispered, my voice sounding weak and shaky, but I wouldn't simply accept what he was telling me.

He cleared his throat, "we'll try that again, Jane, do you understand?" He continued to shake me as he spoke, but this time he applied more pressure. I debate just saying yes but I don't want to give him the satisfaction of thinking that he'd finally broke me.

"No," I repeated through gritted teeth, but this time I sound stronger yet still like I'm on the verge of tears.

Hoyt's face turned angry, extremely angry. He grabbed my shirt to pull my face only a few inches from his own. "Last chance Jane, or I'll do something drastic," He warned. I looked in his eyes- he's not kidding but I can't agree with him- I'm a Rizzoli, I'm strong- aren't I? "Do you understand, Jane?" He asked, asking his previous question.

"No," I said again, through gritted teeth. I was shaking, I couldn't control it. I didn't even take in what happened next.

I hit the floor, my cheek stung. A familiar sting ran through my cheek from his slap. My hand immediately went to my cheek but I pulled away sharply when I felt a liquid run through my fingers. My hand was covered in red liquid. My blood. I turned to look at him, I was shocked. Not that he had hit me. He'd shown me just how much pleasure he took out of hurting people- not just me. I knew I probably wasn't the first person he'd hurt and I certainly wouldn't be the last, I knew that for sure. I was shocked because when I looked up at my captor, he wasn't moving. He didn't go to hurt me more, he didn't turn to leave, he didn't even threaten to hurt me or Katherine, nothing.

I took my opportunity and tried to run away but Hoyt was too fast for me. He picked me up and threw me back on the floor. Pain shot up my back. I winced, trying not to anger him by yelling.

"Now, where do you think you're going?" Hoyt asked, kneeling down at my side.

"I…I…I was going downstairs," I said, scared of angering him further. I knew I'd already pushed my luck.

"Why don't I believe you?" He laughed.

"I…" I began to say before he cut me off.

"Jane, do we really have to go over my rules again?" He asked. I shook my head. "I think we do, Jane, or have you forgotten them already?"

"No," I replied.

"Then it can't do any harm to cast our minds back to them, can it?" I said, grabbing my hair, forcing me to stand up. I managed to stay quiet but my face showed my major discomfort. I began to feel thankful, as he let go of my hair, that I'd wrote the 'rules' down in my diary otherwise I wasn't sure I could have remembered them all off by heart and this would be a lot more painful than it was already going to be. "Right then, Jane," Hoyt said, resting his hands on my shoulders, "rule number one."

"Don't escape," I said, robot-like.

"That's right, so why did you just try to do so?" He asked. He'd worked me out, I knew it, but I couldn't admit to that, he'd kill me.

"I didn't, I was just…" I began to say but he interrupted me.

"Are you arguing with me?"

"I…" The stinging sensation returned as his hand made contact with my face again. The force caused my head to be spun to the side but his strength on my shoulders kept me on my feet. Suddenly, I was bent over coughing from the pain from his unexpected punch to my stomach. He pushed me to the floor.

"That's for lying too," he laughed, walking round me in a circle making me very dizzy. "Get up, Jane," I tried to do as I was told, resting all my weight on my arms but I just wasn't strong enough and my arms collapsed, making me land on the floor with a thud. "I said get up!" He yelled, then suddenly his boot made contact with my ribs, resulting in a blood curdling scream. He bent down next to my sore body, smiling, like he enjoyed this. Then he was gone from my sight but nothing could stop me from seeing his foot raise to continue his assault.

Quickly, turning painfully on my side, I threw my hands out to try and keep his painful kicks at bay. "No!" I screamed, "Please, don't!" I watched as his foot was planted back on the floor and he knelt down to my level once more.

Running his fingers through my tangled hair, he said, "Are you gonna stop running away?" I nodded without hesitation.

"Yes, I will, I will, I promise, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have ran!" I yelled, silently begging for mercy.

"Good girl, you're forgiven, Sweetheart, and now we can move onto the second rule," he whispered, resting his hand on my sticking out shoulder blades. "I'm waiting Jane."

"Do as I'm told," I breathed out in relief that I remembered it.

"But you didn't, did you? I told you to get up twice and you didn't even try to do it. That's just lazy and disrespectful to me and I will not have that. You need to be punished for your actions Jane," He said, I could almost hear his smile planted across his face.

Grabbing my shirt he picked me up and threw me on the bed on my stomach. I felt him sit up on top of me and I grabbed the sheets underneath me in fright. The sound of his belt being undone filled my ears and all I could think about was my family. Where were they? Did they not care I was being tortured every minute, did they not love me? But then Katherine came to mind, she knew my name, she knew I had been kidnapped. Maybe there was hope at the end of all this darkness but for now, I had to survive. That's when I felt Hoyt's finger on the collar of my top and ripping it he could reach my back. Soon my bra was unclasped and the most eerily thing about these actions were that we were both silent until it was complete. I was silent because I knew my begs would do nothing for my safety and I couldn't get away with his weight pressed on me like this but he didn't talk at all not even to himself, all I could hear was his breathes waiting in anticipation.

"You will receive 10 lashes just like before, do you remember how I told you to count them, Jane?" He said, letting the leather caress my back, causing a shiver to run down my spine.

"Yes," I said nodding.

"I want you to count them again," He whispered, kneeling up. I squeezed my eyes shut in sheer panic as I heard the belt being raised then I felt it, that familiar pain that shot through my body like a bolt of lightning knocking all air from my body, for a slight moment I just laid there in pain waiting for my air to come back.

"One!" I yelled, having finally earned my air. Again I felt the leather hit my back and let out a yelp "Two!" And another. "Three! Four! Argh! Five!" Then it all stopped for a moment and those few seconds with nothing but a jangling from the belt felt like an eternity I just wanted this to stop I wanted him to put down the belt and get off me, I wanted Katherine to find me, I wanted her to make it stop, I wanted her to hug me and I'm not a hugger but I wanted, no, I needed her but then I felt the prong of his belt enter my back and cut into me as it was forced to slash my back. "Argh!" I screamed with all my might pushing up off the bed, but Hoyt's hand was soon on the back of my neck pushing me down.

"Count them Jane, the sooner you count the sooner it will be over," Hoyt whispered.

"Six," I said, weakly and then I felt the next slash against my back. "Argh! No! Stop! I'm sorry!"

"Keep counting Jane," Hoyt hissed, "Show me you're sorry and keep counting, if you count these then I'll know for sure that you are sorry and then your pain will end. Count Sweetheart."

How could he call me 'Sweetheart' whilst he whips the living daylights out of me? He needs to stop! No, wait, he need psychiatric help! "Seven," I cried, in defeat.

"Good girl," Hoyt said as he raised the belt again.

"Argh! Eight! Ow! Ow!" I was crying now, it hurt so much. "Nine! Oh God! Ten!" Then the belt was next to my head, the weight was released from above me and I felt more relief than I had felt in my life! It had only been three days since he last whipped me, I obviously had been starting to heal and he reopened my wounds. God I would try to do as I was told from now on, I never want to feel that again, it was over.

Finger laced through my hair grabbing a fist full of it causing me to wince and then I was pulled onto the floor with a burning sensation running through my head. But that was nothing compared to the impact of my face hitting the floor.

"Are you gonna do as you're told?" He asked, no emotion laced in his voice. I nodded, unable to get any words out. "Prove it." He stood there waiting for me to respond but I didn't know what to do. But rather than get another punishment I decided to try and get up. Slowly I managed to climb onto my hands and knees but then I realised I was stuck I couldn't get any further up, I was just too weak. I reached for his hand but he moved back out of my reach, resulting in me falling to the ground, groaning in agony.

Then he knelt down next to me as I attempted to get back up. He moved some of my hair behind my ear as he spoke softly into my ear, "Do you need my help getting up, Janie?" I hate how he says my name! I wanted to say, 'no I can do it on my own,' but I knew I couldn't so I just looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would get the message. After a moment the pain was quickly becoming too much and a tear escaped and ran down my cheek. "Aw Jane, don't cry yet, your punishment has finished yet." Then I realised, there's another rule, another punishment. Don't refuse him. I want to scream in his face but I know I can't, I can't react, or he really will kill me. So I just let him pick me up and lay me on the bed, on my back.

He climbed on top of me and brushes the stray hairs out of my face before he brushes away the uncontrollable tears with his thumb. "Rule number three, Jane?" He asked, more like a demand than a question.

"Don't refuse you," I whispered.

"That's right, Jane. So why did you disobey this rule just now?" He said, with gritted teeth, his hand snaking into his pocket. "I told you I was you're father and you bluntly denied me of that right," he pulled out the object from his pocket, a black rectangular box, I just felt so confused. "Refused me, really." Then he pressed a button on the side of it and it flicked open, a knife. As he brought the knife closer to my face, my heart started beating rapidly. My fright clearly evident. I suddenly became very aware of my blood pumping round my body. I looked at him, I probably looked petrified but at that moment I didn't care as long as I got out of that room my blood still running along my veins. I'd do anything, even admit he was my father and I his daughter. But that question was, would my voice hold up in order for me to do that?

Grabbing my wrist, he pinned my arm down to the bed so he could place the knife's blade on my arm just above my elbow. I tried to speak to get him to stop but I knew if I begged he would definitely hurt me.

"Now, Jane, I am your father from now on, understand?" He said, before quickly moving the blade, causing a gash in my arm. I couldn't move, the only thing I could do was scream. "Wrong answer," he laughed, putting the blade back on my arm and pulling it across my skin. Another scream escaped my lips and I watched as Hoyt's expression turned from a look of laughter to one of anger. "I'll keep doing it unless you say what I want to hear!"

I felt the cold blade being placed back on my skin and I shook my head to tell him to stop but he thought I was refusing him again so he applied more pressure and pulled the blade against my damaged skin, mercilessly. This time my scream was even louder and lasted longer.

"Does it hurt, Jane?" He asked, a smug look on his face. He knew he held all the power to my actions, to my pain and most of all he knew I was powerless to stop him. I just stared at him in disbelief, my uncontrollable tears continued to run down my face but he remained unfazed by them and cut me skin again with tremendous force.

"No… Ple… Please… I…" I stuttered, unable to get my words out due to the pain shooting round my body. Placing the knife further up my arm near my shoulder, he looked at me raising an eyebrow, as if to ask me to continue. "I g… Give… U… Up," I continued to stutter.

"You give up?" Hoyt asked me, leaning in so our faces were only centimetres away from one another, as he leaned in the knife began to sink into my skin, a scream escaped from behind my clenched teeth. "What does that mean?"

"I'm… S… Sorry," I said, weakly. "I'll never re… Refuse you a… Again." I couldn't seem to get full sentences out.

"I want proof," Hoyt said with an evil laugh, "tell me who you are and who your family is."

"I am J… Jane Hoyt, and you are m… My father and my mother is called Ka… Katherine," I said weakly. Hoyt smiled, removing the knife.

"That's a good girl," Hoyt smiled, kissing my forehead. "Now all the un-pleasantries are out of the way, how about we go downstairs and see your mother?" I nodded, the thought of walking down the stairs almost making me sick. Hoyt got up and ran to the door. "Come on, Janie," he said, eagerly. I forced myself to stand up but it was too difficult and I fell off the bed to the floor with a thumb.

"Argh," I whispered, hoping he wouldn't get angry.

"What's wrong, Janie?" He asked. I wanted to scream at him, I wanted to tell him how much I hated him, how much I just wanted to go home, how much I wanted my Ma but I couldn't I just looked and him.

"Help me," I whispered.

"Sorry, Janie, I couldn't hear you?" He said, a grin across his face, he heard me, he just wanted me to say it again.

"Please help me… D… Dad," my stutter was half due to the pain, and half due to my horror that I had to call him that.

"Of course, I will, you only had to ask," he said, smiling with glee. He came over and picked me up over his shoulder. My arms swung backwards and forwards as he skipped down the stairs. My head was pounding, it was taking me all my effort to just remain conscious. "Ah Katherine!" I heard Hoyt say, we must have reached the living room.

"Jane?" Katherine said, worriedly. I felt Hoyt lean into her and him kiss her, the thought repulsed me and I imagined it repulsed her too.

"Take Janie, would you?" I heard Hoyt say and within seconds I was out of his grasp and on the floor in the kitchen at the back of the living room, in Katherine's arms. "Ah breakfast, at last!" Hoyt exclaimed walking to the table.

"Are you ok?" Katherine asked.

"I think so," I whispered back, she hugged me so tightly that it hurt but I refrained myself from making a noise it was nice to feel safe in her arms, rather than terrified in Hoyt's.

"Oh Jane, I heard her say, I looked up and her hands were covered in my blood from my back being whipped.

"It's nothing," I whispered.

"Come on, ladies, come and have your breakfasts, seen as though Katherine's took so much effort to make it," Hoyt said, but it felt more like an order.

"I can't make it alone," I told Katherine.

"Don't worry I'll help you," Katherine reached out her arm and helped me to my feet. I saw all her bruises and cuts from the night before, my guilt had built to an all new level.

"Katherine, why don't you sit by me?" Hoyt said.

"Of course," Katherine said, robotically. She lowered me down to the chair opposite Hoyt and walked round to sit next to Hoyt.

Suddenly a bang caught Jane, Maura, the two apprentices and Hoyt's attention, someone was coming to find Jane and Maura.

"It appears we have company ladies," Hoyt said, in a hushed tone. He nodded to the two apprentices who left Jane and Maura in front of Hoyt and headed towards the glass walls of the morgue.

"Could it be one of the crime techs?" Jane whispered to Maura.

"It could be, I guess," Maura said, "but they usually only come in my office, they don't usually come in when they know I'm doing an autopsy unless I invite them?"

"Sir," one of the apprentices said, "it's her family." They were looking directly at Jane.

"Damn it," Jane whispered to herself, "who is it?" The two apprentices looked at Hoyt for confirmation.

"Answer her," Hoyt said, nodding.

"Your brother, the younger one, and your mother," the taller apprentice said. Hoyt ran round the table, scalpel in hand.

"Now, Jane," Hoyt whispered, the scalpel at her throat, "get rid of them, or I will kill Doctor Isles, do you understand me?"

"Don't you dare, lay a finger on her!" Jane spat.

"Shh, Shh, I won't but you need to get rid of them. Get rid of them and I won't hurt Doctor Isles, your mother or Tommy, understand?" Hoyt said.

"I understand," Jane said, glaring at Hoyt, he released her and grabbed Maura pulling her round the corner and the two apprentices followed.

"Now go," Hoyt hissed. Taking a deep breath, Jane headed out to the corridor to stop her family coming in. She'd saved Tommy before at only fourteen years of age, and she planned on doing it again right now.

"Ma, Tommy, what are you doing down here?"

Thank you for reading this chapter, let me know what you think! Should Jane succeed in keeping her family safe or should Hoyt capture them too? Next chapter will include more Jane and Maura in present day I promise and then we'll go back to teenage Jane. As always favourite, follow and review, let me know your thoughts!