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Chapter 2

I quickly hide behind the door to the room Gordon has kept me in. I hope I can surprise Gordon from behind, knock him out and get the hell out of here. I can hear his footsteps approaching as he walks through the door. I can hear him curse under his breath obviously thinking that I have made a run for it. I should have done that in the first place. I see his gun tucked in to the back of his pants. If I move quickly enough I should be able to get it from him. I jump out from behind the door and go straight for the gun but Gordon conveniently turns around at the same time. I have to go for plan B and punch him in the face hoping to the land the punch on his already broken nose. I get a few punches in before Gordon realises what is happening. I lift my arm up again aiming for his face but he blocks my attack quickly striking me on the side of the face. I see him reach behind his back obviously for his gun and I know I'm screwed and not in the fun way. He points the gun straight at my head.

"Don't think I won't shot you because I will"

I don't really have any other option then to stop fighting him I mean the guy is a nut case. He would defiantly pull the trigger.

"You little bitch, you warned them didn't you?"

"How would I ever do that Gordon?"

"Shut up, this is all your fault I'm going to tie you back up again and go get a drink. I need one after the day I have had"

God, he thinks he needs a drink? If I get out of here I'm going to have to drink a whole bottle of whiskey to forget this day. Gordon then starts walking over to me; he grabs me roughly and cuffs me with my back now facing the steel pole. He doesn't bother tying my ankles back together this time. He then turns to leave but stops just at the door turning back around to face me. Walking over to me, he leans down and yanks the remaining bobby pins out of my hair. Gordon then goes to leave again and he is almost out of site when my phone starts to ring, he runs back into the office and I can see him shaking his head silently.

"You think you're so smart don't you"

"Yep, I sure do"

Gordon leans down in front of me with a smirk on his face.

"I'm going to teach you to keep that smart mouth shut"

He backhands me across the face, groping me roughly and eventually finds my phone still hidden between my breasts. Gordon then turns around to leave for the 3rd time.

I need to figure out a way out of here, which is pretty much impossible because Gordon took anything I could have used to get out. My only hope at this moment is that Sam will come and rescue me. I hate that someone has to come and help me; I should have just ran when I had the chance. Red Lodge, Montana is pretty much in the middle of nowhere so I have no idea how long it's going to take for Sam to find me. I look around the room and find nothing I would be able to use to get out. Not that I could reach it any way. Gordon could have left some music on or something, hopefully I die of boredom before Gordon gets to me. That would be a much better way to die.

I don't know how long it's been since Gordon left. I keep starting to fall asleep then realise where I am and that sleeping is the last thing I should be doing. I start to count in my head hoping that this will keep me awake.

I'm startled awake when I hear the sound of a metal door closing, the last thing I remember is the number 789 so obviously counting to stay awake didn't work. I see Gordon stumbling into the room that he has kept me in. He is obviously drunk, can't even walk properly. He leans down in front of me and looks at me for a while not saying anything. I do what any sane person would do and head butt him, which hurts me just as much as it probably hurt him. I fell a bit dizzy now but I push that aside as I can tell I've really pissed him off now. I can see the rage burning in his eyes.

"You really shouldn't have done that"

He grabs me roughly and leans his face into mine and plants his mouth straight onto mine. I can smell the alcohol on his breath I struggle against him but he just holds onto me tighter and straddles my waist. I know I'm going to have bruising tomorrow from how tight he is holding on to me. I try to move my face away from his but he grabs my face and brings it back to him. I bite his lip and he pulls back, looing at me with a sick smirk on his face.

"Feisty, I like that in a women"

I then notice he is looking down at my breasts I see him lick his lips then he grabs my shirt at the front and rips it straight down the middle. I whimper as he grabs my boobs roughly and leans forward to kiss me again. I pull my head to the side, so he realises his hold on my boobs and grabs my face again. He then grounds himself into my centre over and over again, I think I'm going to throw up. After a couple more times of him dry humping me like some sick dog he finishes and slumps against me his head just above my breasts. I take a shaky breath and try to wriggle him of my body. Gordon has completely passed out, I think to myself 'what not even some cuddling afterwards I didn't get anything out of that'. Gordon then rolls off of my and stays unconscious on the ground next to me I notice the wet patch at the front of his jeans which is when I lean of to the side and empty the contents of my stomach onto the ground. I would much rather him kill me then be kept tied up as his person blow up doll.

I must have fallen asleep because when I wake Gordon is no longer in the room with me. I breathe a sigh of relief and hope he has just left town altogether. God I'm so hungry I could really go for a piece of pepperoni pizza if I get out of here. I'm going on the biggest food binge ever. I get lost in my thoughts of all the different foods I would kill just about any one to eat right now when I hear the creak of the metal door opening. I hope Gordon just kills me I don't think I can live through the events of last night again. Maybe because his not drunk any more he might not be as bad, he might have even brought me some food back. God that would be amazing. I hear the sound of his footsteps approaching I keep my eyes on the ground in front of me and hope to god he isn't drunk again. The footsteps stop and I wonder why he isn't coming into the room I look up and see the most attractive man I think I've ever seen. He has sandy brown hair that looks about an inch short of his shoulders, at least 6 feet tall wearing a checked collared shirt with a brown jacket over top and jeans that seem to fit in all the right places. He is carrying a gun in his hand. He must realise there is no imitate danger because he tucks the gun into his jeans. I see a sliver of skin when he does and I think I might pass out.

"Clare are you alright"

How does this angel know my name?

"Clare its Sam Winchester, I'm going to get these cuffs off okay?"

Sam Winchester not an angel, that makes more sense. I nod my head at him and he walks behind me. I feel his gentle hand wrap around my wrist as he picks the lock I feel like my whole body is on fire from one simple touch. I then realise that I'm sitting here with my shirt ripped just in a light blue bra and probably have dry blood all over my face great I meet the most gorgeous man on the planet and I look like shit.

I feel like cuffs fall from my wrists and I bring my hands forward to see how much damage they did. I look down and see red marks with a bit of chafing, nothing a little time won't fix. Sam stands in front of me and stretches out his hand to me. I don't even hesitate I grab his hand and he pulls me up. We are face to face and I can't help but notice the colour of his eyes. There is just about every colour brown around the outside then flickers of blue and green. Can this guy be any more perfect?

"You okay"

"Yeah I'm fine thank you"

"Let's get you out of here"

He puts his arm around me and helps me walk to the exit. I probably could have done it without his help but I can't parse up the opportunity to have his arm around me. We get to the front of the warehouse and I notice another man waiting beside the hottest car I've ever seen, a Chevrolet Impala probably a 1967. Dear god, I don't know how much more perfection I can take. Sam walks me over to the other man who is just about as good looking as Sam is. He has the same sandy brown hair but it's a lot shorter. He is wearing a grey collared shirt with a dark brown leather jacket. This guy would put James Dean to shame.

Dear God there gay! Guys this handsome couldn't possibly be straight.

"This is Dean" Sam says with a smile

Oh great he is defiantly in love with this Dean look at the smile on his face.

"Hey how's it going?" says this Dean character

I look to Dean; I swear I see his eyes leaving my breasts. This guy is supposed to be with Sam? Why is he looking at my breasts how dare he? I then remember he had asked me a question.

"Oh well I've been hand cuffed to a pole for at least the last 24 hours been sexually harassed and I'm fucking starving so you know I'm great"

I see the shock on both of there faces before Sam then looks down at me and says

"Sexually harassed"

"I'd rather not talk about it"

"Okay let's get you some food then we can check into a hotel and you can cleaned up"

We all hop into the car and drive for a little while until we see a diner. Dean gets out to grab the food. I told him to get bit of everything cause I could eat for days I'm so hungry. Sam turns around in the passenger seat and asks me for the hundredth time if I'm alright I give him the same reply as the last time he asked I'm fine.

"Do you have that journal that Dad gave you?"

"Yeah I do, its back in my car though which is still at the hotel parking lot"

It doesn't take long for dean to come back with the food. I start to eat one of my burgers on the way to the hotel. We pull up and I see my baby before the car is even fully stop, jumping out and walking over to my 1967 Dodge Coronet that I won in a poker game. Some idiot thought a woman couldn't beat him in anything. I pull the key out above the wheel and open the boot check everything is still there.

"Wow is she yours?" Dean says nodding the my car

"Yep, won her in a poker game"

"Are you still checked into this hotel?" Asked Sam

"No. I was supposed to check out yesterday so I suggest we get the hell out of this place and as far away from Gordon as I can get. Then we can stop and you can ask all the question you want to ask okay?"

Both boys nod their heads at me

"Okay so you guys follow me until I pull over"

Sam and Dean turn around and head back to the car. Before they get to far I grab John's journal and yell out to Sam. He turns around and I hand him the journal.

"Here I thought you might want to read this on the way"

"Thanks" he says with a small smile

I walk back over to my car and start the engine, I have so many questions. I want to ask Sam about John but it's safer to get out of Red Lodge before Gordon finds me again.

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