So I'm back! I should be writing a lot this weekend to avoid the family that's visiting...FYI I'm writing chapter 12 because I like to be ahead of myself and there's a lot in store for these guys...it was very intense to write so i hope you enjoy where I'm taking this so far...

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I left Punk with my cell phone. Mainly so he could phone an ambulance and get some help for himself. Secondly so he couldn't try and find me. One of the gang members on their own was bad enough, but if he wandered into the camp he'd be gone for sure. It was for the best. I know now what its like to be cared for by someone. It was selfish of me to think it would last. What if he passed out before he could phone the ambulance? The image of him lying there, blood everywhere as the phone sat where I left it, clutched in his hand, unused. It's best if I leave him now, but damn I just can't leave him there!

I pushed open the passenger door just as he put his seat belt on. I ran in the opposite direction of the hotel, in to the street as I heard him fumble his way out of the car. I remember there being a phone booth right by the entrance to the car park and that was my motive. Get there, call an ambulance and deal with the consequences later. I ran towards is at it entered my sight, panting as he got closer. I snapped my head round to see how much space I had between him and ran smack dab into someone. Cursing hell I pulled myself back up and carried on running, almost positive that'd cost me everything. He grabbed my arm. That's it, I won't make it, Punk will die because of me and there's nothing I can do about it.

"Whoa girl, where's the fire?" someone laughed.

"LET ME GO!" I spun to face him expecting the worst. It wasn't him. It was the guy I bumped into…not that it mattered as he was now grasping my free arm, dragging me back to the car. Back to hell.

"Hey man, don't pull her like that!" the stranger yelled. Why was he even trying?

"Stay out of it mate, you don't know the half of it." He pushed my to the floor, grazing my knees on the concrete below and whacking my head in the process. Great, now this guy had gotten him pissed. I couldn't even see what he looked like. Tears were stained in my eyes at the idea of Punk lying there, covered in his own blood. A single sob cracked my body.

"Get up you whore! Oh I'm sorry…Did your little boyfriend make it hard for you to stand? Here I'd gladly help you!" he pulled me up by my elbow before pushing me to the concrete again.

"Man…I told you to stop it!" the stranger punched my kidnapper square in the face and he instantly fell to the floor next to me. He was out cold. The stranger helped me up, pulling my arm over his head to help me stand. I think I heard my ankle crack the second time I fell.

"Are you ok? Look I'm staying with someone in the hotel, come up and we'll sort you out; you can call your family or something?" I nodded. The promise of a phone enough to make me stand on my own, ignoring the pain of my ankle.

"Scott, by the way." He smiled confidently, like he did this sort of thing everyday.

"Zoe, thanks for that, I don't know what would've happened otherwise…not being rude but I really need to make a call, my friends in trouble and he really needs my help." I said panting again at the images of Punk running through my head

"Ok, who do you need to call?" he asked innocently.

"An ambulance." I looked him in the eye as he tested my honesty.

"Shit, ok…you can't run on that ankle." He picked me up bridal style as we ran into the hotel.

"What room?"

"509…" I said, praying we made it before it was too late, or the unconscious man in the car park woke up.

Taking the stairs two at a time until we were outside the room, he kicked down the door as I flew out of his arms and cradled the man that lay on the wooden floor, arm outstretched with my phone in hand…just like I left him. I yelled something to Scott about phoning an ambulance and hears a faint 'on it' from the doorway.

"Come on Punk, wake up! Help is coming ok? I'm so sorry, sorry for coming here and sorry for leaving…Just please wake up!" I cried helplessly. He had a pulse, but it was faint. I'd completely forgotten about Scott until he came in front of me and grabbed Punks other hand and tried pouring some water into Punks open mouth.

"Come on Punkers! Christ you call me for a visit… I wasn't fucking expecting this!" I looked at him with astonishment in my eyes.

"You know him?!" I said just as the ambulance people came barging in. They pushed us out of the room, all I could do it cry, Scott came up and put an arm around my shoulders. I had no idea if Punk was responding well to the doctors or not. Everything was happening so fast and I couldn't even see him.

"Yeah…I know him. He's tough. He'll be ok." He seemed calm but I heard his voice crack a little. I let darkness take me. My head spinning from hitting the concrete outside. My eyes became glazed as they dwindled shut and I collapsed into Scott's arms.