Disclaimer: I want to give a big 'thank you to everyone that reviewed my chapters (all of you). I hope that you enjoy this chapter, and I'm sorry about not updating earlier, I've been having some family problems and I've not felt like myself for the past few days :S But nevermind about me, hope you enjoy! And please keep reviewing! DoomedPhsyx2030


Darcy's p.o.v

Darcy ran until she couldn't run anymore, the sick feeling in her stomach rising to her throat so quickly that she doubled over in panic. Vomit exploded from her mouth as soon as she doubled over, and as Darcy took large gulps of air it almost choked her. Her throat burned when the vomit came out of her mouth, but there was another round still to come when the sick feeling returned moments later, more violent than the last. She threw up once more; her body drained of energy as she threw up, her knees almost buckling underneath her, the only thing saving her was when she slapped her hand down hard onto the tree bark, feeling rough under her hand. When she finished, and the burning sensation was only a small, annoying tickle in her throat, Darcy took a look at the bark and had to bite down hard on her lower lip to stop a sob. The words 'K+J 4 Eva' were scrawled on the bark, made by a knife, and immediately Darcy knew which two names the letters meant. After wiping her mouth with the back of her hand and flinching at the horrible bitter taste in her mouth, Darcy waited for a moment until her legs stopped shaking so violently that it threatened to send her crashing to the floor, and she made a move to the lobby, slowly pushing the door open with a shaky left hand. As she passed through the lobby, she caught her reflection in the mirror, and it made her take a double look, but she never realised that she was staring at her appearance. Her face was a deathly pale colour, absolutely no colour in her cheeks, around her mouth were crescent marking on the right side of her face, a bright red colour and still oozing with blood, some of the blood running down her chin and some pooling around her lips. But it was the look in her eyes that kept Darcy staring, because they looked so horrified, even though she never felt the horror, her eyes knew something that she didn't. It was almost like they knew who attacked her in the alleyway, but her mind was not catching up as quickly. Shuddering as a sudden chill crept up her spine, Darcy tore her gaze away from the figure in the mirror, walking towards the stairs and slowly taking them one at a time so her legs wouldn't give up on her on the stairs, probably making her stumble

"Darcy!" a voice shattered her concentration as her legs collapsed under her, sending her knee crashing into the stairs, a small hiss escaping her mouth. But as she looked up, Darcy noticed her dad standing at the foot of the stairs. She couldn't see what type of expression he was wearing, because tears blurred her vision

"Dad" Darcy cried, trying to force herself to her feet and failing miserably as they just collapsed under her again. Strong hands grabbed at her but Darcy couldn't help the small scream roaring from her mouth at the contact, trying to pull away from the hands, almost falling backwards at her trying to jerk away

"Darcy, easy, it's me" Mike whispered in her ear, but it never soothed Darcy, not one bit. Her body remained tense, but she still allowed him to touch her and pull her unsteadily to her feet, leading her back to the apartment


Mike's p.o.v

When Darcy's legs kept giving up on her because she was shivering so violently, Mike picked her up bridal style, cradling her against him as he walked. He fumbled with the handle of the door for a moment, his hand slipping because he couldn't get a proper grip on the handle, but soon enough the click of the handle came, and Mike pushed at the door with his shoulder because he had his hands full with keeping his daughter in his arms. He could hear her sniffling, desperately trying to hold back her sobbing. That was Darcy, holding back her emotions until she couldn't hold them back anymore and she literally exploded with emotions, usually hurting someone. Mike slammed the door closed with his elbow, making sure that he didn't harm Darcy in the process. And as soon as the door was closed, Mike rushed to the sofa, slowly and carefully placing Darcy down into the cushions, making sure that she was not lying down, just resting against the back of the sofa so he could check Darcy for any injuries. At first Darcy kept her head down, her jet black hair covering her face away from his field of vision, but Mike brushed her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. He hissed in anger when he saw the crescent markings starting from the right side of her mouth to the corner of her lip, dried blood caked to her face from where the crescent markings appeared bright red against her chalk white face. The blood had run down Darcy's chin and down her neck, and it sent anger coursing through Mike's body. When he went to grasp Darcy's chin, she flinched away from his touch, drawing up her knees to her chin and digging her face into her knees, letting out a small sob. Mike felt his stomach plunge from his body at the state of his daughter, pain and fear making him react violently. Without thinking because his mind went blank, he twirled on the spot, sweeping everything from the table in anger, kicking up the table with his foot violently. A roar of anger bellowing from his mouth, his hands thrown up with the scream

"I-I'm sorry" Darcy chocked suddenly, bursting into fresh tears, fat tears flowing down her cheeks from her eyes as she sobbed. As Mike turned around, Darcy had the heels of her palms pressed to her eyes hard, and she was sobbing into them

"Darcy" Mike whispered, collecting her into a hug and ignoring the flinch "it's okay, they won't hurt you. You've got your big tour tomorrow" Mike tried to cheer her up, but she only sniffled in reply

"I-I don't w-want to g-go" Darcy stuttered, sniffling again but keeping her head down so she couldn't give him eye contact. Fear grasped his heart, making his breath hitch

"What happened? Why the change of heart?" Mike asked his daughter in a horrified tone, staring at Darcy as she tried to stifle her sobbing by biting on her lip, something that Mike didn't like to see

"S-Someone dragged me i-into an alleyway when I walked home. H-He knew me" Darcy's voice broke off at the end, the fear making her voice hitch even though she didn't want it to

"Did you know the person?" Mike asked, and begged the answer to be no

"I-I couldn't see his face, he managed t-to stay in the shadows while he talked to me"

"Was he the one that did that to you?" Mike asked, pointing to Darcy's face and watching her eyes grow dark, but fill with tears

"Y-Yes"


Darcy's p.o.v

As soon as Darcy woke, she didn't bother to try to fully wake herself up from sleep. Pulling herself out of bed, she rushed to the full length mirror screwed to her bedroom door, staring at her new reflection. The deathly pale skin she had yesterday had vanished, her cheeks now their original colour, the blood gone from around her face and neck. Sighing in relief, Darcy pulled open the door to her room, scanning around the room for her father and catching him leaning on the counter drinking from his favourite mug

"Err you do realise that we have a long journey, and you're drinking a load of coffee?" Darcy spoke sarcastically, rolling her eyes when her dad placed the mug down onto the draining board to make himself another

"I need my morning fix" Mike spoke in a childish voice, but in his eyes Darcy saw him looking worried. His eyes scanned her face, looking for any signs that she would either burst into tears, or the injuries she sustained last night. When he looked slightly satisfied, Mike went for the kettle again, pouring cold water into the kettle

"Another drink?" Darcy asked, raising her eyebrows when her dad pulled another mug from the cupboard, Darcy's favourite mug, and put it on the draining board, waiting for the kettle to finish. Rolling her eyes, Darcy walked to her dad's side, rubbing her eyes to get rid of the sleep prickling at the corners of her eyes, and letting out a yawn

"You can go back to sleep you know, your bus doesn't arrive until one" Mike spoke, pouring the boiling hot water into her mug and his own before setting it down. Darcy shook her head, but almost face palming herself when she realised that her father had his back to her

"I've slept enough. And anyway, I still need to pack my clothing" Darcy muttered the last part, hating the sheer thought of packing up her clothing

"No need, I've done it" Mike spoke in a smug tone, pointing behind him to the sofa. Shocked, Darcy twirled on the spot, following her father's finger to the sofa, seeing two suitcases full and lying on the sofa waiting for them

"When did you do that?" Darcy squeaked in shock, but her dad's only reply was to grasp her right hand and squeeze the mug into her hands, clasping her fingers around the mug so she didn't drop it

"Last night while you were out. Oh and I saw you talking to that boy, err Kendall? What did you say?" Mike asked, taking a noisy sip from his drink, raising his eyebrows as soon as Darcy looked his way

"He wanted to know if this" Darcy gestured to her face where she still had some of the plasters on her face "was all real" Darcy replied slowly, her mind going back to the moment when Kendall almost touched her skin, but the feeling of disappointment also came crashing down on her hard

"I saw his hand reaching towards you. You don't have feeling for him, do you?" Mike asked, breaking Darcy out of her memory with a soft blush coating her face. She didn't meet his eye, confused about her feelings for Kendall

"I-I don't know dad, I'm really confused about my feelings towards . . .him" Darcy paused, her lips ready to say Kendall's name, but her heart was not, his name froze in her throat, so she spoke the next best thing, nothing to do with his name. The look on her dad's face showed a look of hurt, but also anger because he knew that Darcy loved Kendall even though she refused to admit it. But as Darcy looked back, she noticed all the little hints that showed her that she really was falling in love with Kendall Knight. The way they flirted back and forth with each other, the way her smile got brighter when he smiled and it reached his eyes, the way Kendall's attention remained on her even though Darcy thought that there were much cuter girls than her, the way they joked around with each other, all the signs pointed to love. Darcy refused to love anyone, especially Kendall, because she had been hurt badly before in the past, something she didn't like to talk about, even to her father. Ignoring the pain in her stomach when she thought back, Darcy took a long drink from her mug, savouring the taste of coffee before all she could drink on tour was stupid, plain bottled water. Sighing into the cup, Darcy looked over towards her dad, watching him look around the apartment to see if he forgot anything

"You still need to brush your teeth?" Mike asked suddenly from the other side of the room, poking his head into the bathroom and back out again, staring at Darcy

"Yeah, but I'll pack up everything after I've finished" Darcy replied, finishing with her cup and putting it on the draining board. With one more look around the apartment, Darcy walked to the bathroom, passing her father as she went, giving him a small smile, and closing the door to give herself some privacy. Immediately Darcy looked at her reflection, her eyes scanning her face for any recognisable trace of what happened the night before. The small crescent markings were a pale white against her skin, but they were only seen if someone knew they were there. Darcy could see them immediately when she looked in the mirror, because she knew where to look, but she could tell that her father also knew that they were there, because often enough Darcy would catch him looking at them, giving the markings a glare. Brushing her teeth, Darcy's mind went to Kendall before she could stop herself or the gut wrenching feeling she gained when thinking about him. The words that she spoke in the lobby to him before the incident were embedded into her mind, scorching her until she tried to think of something else to distract her. Her toothbrush had fallen out of her mouth as her thoughts wandered to Kendall, clattering into the skin, long forgotten by Darcy. Until now, Darcy had never seen the hurt expression cross over Kendall's face when she spoke the words, his green eyes going dark then even more hurt as she slowly turned to walk away, his face soon hidden behind her long, jet black hair as she turned. The guilt was soon back for vengeance, twisting her stomach so hard that it almost made her throw up in the sink, but Darcy gripped the sides of the sink hard, her knuckles turning white with the strain, dry heaving into the sink because nothing would come out. When the guilt had faded slightly from her stomach, Darcy noticed that her eyes had filled with tears from thinking about Kendall, they blurred her vision. When she blinked, the tears slipped from her eyes, landing in the sink with small splashes and no matter how much she willed them away, they just kept coming with a vengeance

"Stop it" Darcy whispered when she lifted her head to look at her reflection "he doesn't care about you" she whispered to her reflection, wiping away the fresh tears that sprung to her eyes with the back of her hand. Splashing cold water on her face, Darcy spat into the sink to get rid of the toothpaste foaming in her mouth before wiping her mouth with a towel near the sink. Looking at her reflection again, Darcy applied make-up to her face, not so much that it made her have a plastic appearance, and left the bathroom, shoving all of the products surrounding the sink into her arms. Immediately, Mike took all of her products from her arms, putting them into a plastic bag and shoving them into her suitcase. By the time that he had finished all of the packing, the clock chimed twelve, startling Darcy

"Dinner?" Darcy laughed, shaking her head when Mike turned to glare at her, but his features softening when he turned to look at her. His eyes roamed all around her face before resting to look in her eyes and scanning them too. She could tell what he was thinking, thinking how beautiful she had become growing up, his little girl doing a tour with her beautiful singing voice

"You can stop staring you know, dad" Darcy spoke sarcastically, turning away and walking to the sink to prepare something for dinner, but when her dad's hand stopped her to twirl her towards him, Darcy saw a mischievous look cross his face

"Why not go out for dinner? It will be your last chance?" Mike asked, and Darcy wanted to jump up in excitement at the thought of going out for dinner because it would be her last for a while. Nodding her head because she didn't want to speak and sound too childish, Mike only pulled on her arm, grabbing a suitcase and shoving it into her hand. He grabbed his own, jiggling the keys to the apartment in Darcy's face to show he was excited too. She only laughed, shutting the door behind her when she pulled the suitcase fully through the door. Mike locked the door, giving Darcy a large smile and walking down the stairs, the suitcase behind him clunking heavily down the stairs, being completely ignored by Mike. Darcy loved her father and his childish ways, but Darcy did the same thing he did, walking down the stairs quickly and allowing the suitcase to bash into the stairs as she walked. Mike pretended to look angry, but underneath the anger, Darcy saw the humour that others often missed in Mike's eyes. Rolling her eyes, Mike walked ahead of Darcy, but something, or someone, caught Darcy's eye. Trying to walk quickly from the room did not help the matter at hand, because the wheels on her suitcase groaned loudly, attracting their attention. Logan and Camille's heads shot up to the origin of the noise, but Darcy ducked her head and tried to scurry away, but Camille had spotted her

"Darcy, I'm so glad that I caught you before you went on tour!" Camille screamed from the other side of the room, quickly grasping Logan's wrist and yanking him towards her. Darcy looked towards her father, but he was too concerned with trying to get through the door without it slamming shut on his suitcase. He never realised that Darcy had stopped to talk to 'friends'

"Hey" Darcy spoke, trying to make the conversation go as quickly as possible, but the look in Camille's eyes showed her that she really wanted to talk, but that was before she noticed the suitcase clutched tightly in her hand

"I just wanted to say good luck for your tour! And I'll be there for the last gig" Camille exclaimed in a shrill voice, alerting everyone to the conversation. Darcy rolled her eyes playfully at Camille's happiness

"Thanks, I guess" Darcy spoke, refusing to look at Logan. But Camille nudged Logan hard in the ribs, making him make a strange noise between a grunt and a squeak

"G-Good luck" Logan stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment, but Darcy ignored him, only smiling at Camille and turning to walk away


By the time the food had arrived, her manager had yanked her to her feet and dragged her to the tour bus, allowing her to stop to sign a few autographs. It was lucky that Mike had strayed behind them, getting a doggy bag from the waitress and shoving her food into the brown paper bag, saving it for later. The first girl who Darcy came up to was smiling so widely that Darcy was surprised that her face didn't break in half, but as soon as Darcy approached, she screamed loudly, making Darcy flinch. She had to take a step back from the girl, her ears ringing, but she took the pen from the girl, shoving it in her left hand and signing the paper clutched in her hand. It was a struggle to get the paper back into the girls grip, because her hand had lashed out and grasped her wrist in a very tight hold, trying to pull her into the barriers. Darcy tried to pull her wrist away, but the girl tightened her told on her wrist, her fingernails biting into the flesh of her left arm, but Darcy looked at the security guard sceptically, wondering why he was not helping her with a crazy fan. The reason both repulsed her and made her angry, because he was flirting with a fan as she was being attacked, a low growl snarled from her throat at the guard, and his attention finally went to Darcy

"Hey!" Mike snapped at the girl, slapping at her hand to loosen her grip. The shock made the girl squeal in fright at the touch, rebelling back from the barriers. Darcy's manager gripped her hand at the same place the girl did, dragging her along to her tour bus without a glance behind her. Darcy tripped up the stairs to her coach, but her manager never allowed her to gain her balance before yanking at her arm to get her to catch up with him

"No junk food!" her manager snarled suddenly when her dad offered her the big brown bag with her take out food, snatching it from her dad's grip and shoving his hand inside the bag, pulling out a handful of fries and shoving them into his mouth without another word, chewing loudly. Darcy shivered in disgust, because she was hungry and angry at her manager

"What can I have to eat?" Darcy spoke in a soft voice, her stomach rumbling in hunger as she watched her manager stuffing his face with her food. With greasy fingers, he simply reached into the small glass fruit bowl, grabbing the first thing that came to his hand and throwing it at Darcy. It was an apple that looked bruised, but she glanced at her dad and took a bite from the apple, chewing it slowly and savouring the taste

When they arrived at their very first destination and walked inside, Darcy was almost knocked to the floor by a man who was in a hurry, clutching thick wires in his arms. He never turned around to mutter an apology, but Darcy didn't mind. Before she could look around, Darcy's manager, the man who stole her take out food, grabbed her wrist again, yanking her to the right of the building with no care in the world, only making Darcy stumble and almost run to catch him up

"Please, slow down" Darcy called to her manager, trying to pull her wrist from his tight grip, but it never worked, so with one massive pull, she stopped trying. He continued to drag her along harshly down a long corridor, his grip never loosening enough so that Darcy could easily slip her hand out of his grip

"Hey Darren, you can let go of Darcy" Mike spoke from the side of Darcy, making her jump in fright because she never realised that he was close to her while she was walking through the corridor. Her dad's eyes never left Darren's, her manager, because he was glaring at him, watching him pulling Darcy to her room so that they could get her ready for the show. Darren completely ignored Mike, only pulling Darcy harder until he suddenly stopped, making Darcy crash into him because he stopped so suddenly. A small whine was ready on her tongue, but when Darren stared at her, the whine died on her tongue. His eyes had narrowed at Darcy as if he hated her, and without another word, the simply threw Darcy into the room, leaving her to try to gain her balance and failing miserably. Embarrassed, Darcy shot to her feet, ignoring the dark red blush that was slowly heating her face

"Thanks" Darcy muttered sarcastically, ignoring the small tug at her t-shirt from a woman standing to her left, her eyes looking frightened as she tugged

"Get ready for the show" Darren snarled angrily, slamming the door and leaving Darcy alone with the girl


The wind caught her hair as it whipped it to the right, making it flow into her face, but Darcy ignored it, only trying to tuck her hair back behind her ear. Darren would be angry if he found her outside, but her nerves had finally caught up with her, making her hands shake as she outstretched her hand to grasp at the black metal bar in front of her to prevent people from falling off the stairs. Stepping out into the fresh air had helped her, which surprised her enough for her mind to completely relax enough that her hands stopped shaking as soon as her fingers had gone numb from the cold air. She had told the woman who had helped her into her clothing, skinny jeans with rips down the sides, Darcy had almost lunged at the poor girl when she saw how lovely they looked, but the girl saw her expression and laughed, a black tank top and a short-sleeved stripy shirt over it to keep her warm, and a pair of blue converse, Darcy had told her that she needed some fresh air. The girl had understood Darcy when she told her, because she noticed that Darcy's hand had shaken violently with nerves. Loud, booming music was coming from the building, but Darcy took the moment to go over the words to the songs she was going to sing, completely ignoring a black car that pulled into the small alleyway at the back of the building. When Darcy noticed it, a feeling of dread filled her stomach, making it clench hard. She moved back from the bar without a sound, her hand behind her to feel for the door, not taking her eyes from the black car that stopped rumbling because the person had cut off the engine. In an almost blind panic, Darcy's hand was still trying to find the handle to the door, scraping her nails on the wood. The door closest to Darcy opened, and a balled, huge man got out of the car, his eyes covered with sunglasses, but his head was scanning around for someone, but when his eyes met Darcy's, his lips pulled up in a smile. As he turned around to pop his head into the door, Darcy turned on the spot, her now shaking hands lunging for the handle to the door and yanking hard on it, but the door only crashed loudly as she pulled, and in horror, Darcy recognised that the door had been locked and it wouldn't budge. Pulling at the door as hard as she could, Darcy took a look behind her to the two men that had started to slowly approach her, their hands up to their chests, the palms of their hands towards Darcy. A scream was ready in her throat, but the first man lunged towards her fiercely, but Darcy managed to lunge away from the door, pushing herself away by using the door. The man crashed into the black metal bar, the momentum of his lunge sending him over the bar, and with a little help from Darcy grabbing his leg and pushing, he fell over the side. But Darcy had forgotten about the second man, and he lunged for her, yanking her towards his chest in a tight grip, but before he could start to drag her backwards, Darcy struggled against the man, stamping hard on his foot with the heel of her shoes. The man yelped a high-pitched scream, hopping on one foot and rubbing his foot, but it was the distraction Darcy needed to lunge for the door, crashing against it and yanking at the handle again. With her other hand, Darcy began to slam the palm of her hand against the glass, yelling in the loudest voice she could when she noticed someone passing the door. When they twirled to the sound, Darcy screamed louder, still slamming her hand hard against the glass, and she noticed that it was her father that was passing the door. He began to sprint to the door, fumbling with the lock of the door and yelling something that Darcy couldn't hear, but from the corner of her eye, Darcy noticed the bigger man of the two move in a black blur, slamming himself into Darcy. She could do nothing but scream as he made contact with her, sending her crashing into the black bar with crushing force and holding her there as he gripped her arm in a tight grip, yanking her backwards, but the open door stopped him. Without thinking, the man threw Darcy over the black bar, forcing her to slam into the black bar first, knocking her body as she soared to the concrete head first and the back of her head slamming into the floor, her body soon following. Black spots filled Darcy's vision, almost threatening to make her pass out at that moment, but Darcy fought to keep herself awake. Her body began to scrape along the floor, pieces of stone digging into her arms as she was dragged back, but she was forced to watch her dad fight with the bigger man, but fail as he only slammed Mike's head violently into the black bar, his knees buckling underneath him, sending him to the floor looking dazed. Darcy tried to shout out, but her throat was dry, the sound only a low croak in her throat, her vision going black as she held up a hand towards her father . . .

. . .And that's when her vision went completely black, sending her into the darkness