Author's Note: Please, if you like this, tell me! Review it! More reviews gives me more incentive to write faster! Sorry the chapter is so long. I really didn't want to break it up. I wanted to cram even more in here, but I guess I'll have to save that for the next chapter.
Chapter 6: Escape Plan
5 years 6 months ago
"Drink this," Micky said sitting on the edge of the bed Rose was sitting on. She smiled at him and rubbed her swollen belly.
"Thanks," Rose answered taking the glass of water Micky held out to her.
"How are you holding up?" Micky asked.
"I'm ok," Rose answered. "Considering." Micky smiled feeling relieved. Rose was about 8 months pregnant and they were hiding out in an abandoned church rectory. He had managed to escape from his parents with Rose and Sarah with careful planning. He had overheard his father discussing plans with his boss for a transfer. His father had tried getting out of it, but he couldn't. His father was a prominent federal agent and his mother a top surgeon at the local hospital. She didn't want to move any more than Micky's father did, but the decision had come from the very top to transfer his father and there was no way out of it short of quitting.
So Micky had taken immediate action when he discovered the date and time of when his father was planning on leaving. He had mapped out the route they'd take and the time it would take to get there. He knew from previous trips how often and when his father liked to stop for a bathroom or food break, so he plotted those on a map, making sure to hide it in a secret compartment he'd built in his room whenever he wasn't there. He hadn't learned how to drive, so he confided in a teacher at school he trusted. He didn't tell the teacher everything, but enough to convince the teacher to teach him how to drive during his lunch hour and study hall class every day since he didn't have much time to learn. He had gotten a kid at school to sign him in for study hall every day so his parents wouldn't find out he was skipping class in exchange for doing the kid's science project.
He'd packed a few items in a suitcase he knew they'd need and hid it at the school where no one would find it. Then he'd worked hard to buy an old beat up van from another kid asking him to park it with the keys in the ignition at a hotel along the route he knew his father would take knowing that would be the most likely hotel his father would stop at halfway through the trip. He didn't have a job and his parents never gave him money, so he'd ended up going to one of his father's clients one day to work for the money. He didn't have to mow the lawn or clean the house or other things like that a normal boy would do for money, but he knew what he had done would be worth it no matter how disgusted it made him.
Rose was pregnant and he couldn't allow his parents to destroy that baby's life like they had his. He would and had done whatever it took to keep this baby away from them. He didn't know if the baby was his or his fathers or someone else's. His parents had frequently drugged him and made him perform in their home movies, but other times they just raped the girls themselves. He had a few older brothers that were just as messed up as his father and had willingly participated in not only kidnapping new girls for his father over the years, but in raping them as well. There were numerous people who could have fathered her baby, but that didn't mean that it should suffer the same kind of life he had. He had to protect it before more damage was done across the generations.
Once everything had been set into place, he looked on maps for various different places they could hide out and marked them. He then stored the maps for these places in with the suitcase full of the things they would need and asked the person he'd bought the van from to place the suitcase in the back of the van. He knew it would make running easier if he didn't have to lug the suitcase with them or try and hide it; Micky's father went through everything Micky ever packed for trips. Micky had even managed to stash some of the pills his father gave him when he couldn't sleep.
So when his father had indeed pulled into the very hotel parking lot Micky had ensured the van was stashed, Micky's excitement had grown. He managed to slip a few of the pills they gave to knock Micky out into his parents whiskey they drank every day before bed so they'd be sound asleep when Micky snuck out. To ensure Micky and the others didn't run away, they had taken to handcuffing them to their bed posts and other sturdy poles in the hotel room. Knowing this, Micky had carefully concealed a key he'd managed to swipe from his father in his mouth. After they had fallen asleep finally, Micky popped the key out of his mouth and held it between his teeth. It had taken longer than he'd expected it to, but he finally had managed to get the key in the hole. Turning it had been easier and when he heard the click and felt the handcuffs release on his wrists, he had checked to make sure his parents were still out.
Once he had been sure his parents were still out cold, Micky had carefully slipped over to Rose and Sarah, the only two victims left alive to bring on the trip with them. He had neglected to tell them his entire plan in case Micky's parents found out and interrogated them; the less they knew about this, the better it would have been on them. He had told them only that he was working on a way to keep them both safe. Micky had carefully woken Rose up first making sure she stayed quiet so as not to wake his parents. Once she was free of her handcuffs, he had moved to Sarah. She had moaned a little, but Micky had held his hand over her mouth and put a finger up to his mouth to silence her. Once they'd realized what Micky had been planning, they stayed silent and followed him out of the room. But not before he'd managed to steal as much money as he could find from his parents since they preferred to keep cash on hand. They'd made it to the van without his parents waking up and had put as much distance between them as possible.
It was now at least 5 months later and they'd been hiding in various places not wanting to stay in one place too long for fear of being found. But that had also meant they had barely ever seen the world; just the inside of whatever hiding place they'd squirreled away in. Micky had made sure to take care of Rose as best he could with the supplies he'd packed before hand. He used some of the cash he stole from his parents to pay for food for them and fresh water, but because they couldn't go out much or cook, they still often went hungry. Micky made sure most of the food they did manage to get a hold of went to Rose and Sarah.
"I'll feel a lot better once this is over," Rose continued taking another sip of water.
"It'll be over soon," Micky answered. "You have another month left."
"Of the pregnancy, yes," Rose answered.
"What does that mean?" Micky asked. Rose looked away for a moment, a look of despair engulfing her face. "Rose, what's the matter. You've always been able to talk to me."
"What happens when the baby's born?" she asked but didn't wait for an answer. "We keep running. We keep hiding. What kind of a life is that?"
"I know it's hard, but they'll eventually give up," Micky said. "We can get far enough away where they'll never be able to find us and we can start over. Mabye go to Canada or Mexico; but I don't want to do too much travelling until the baby is born."
"We'll always be looking over our shoulders, Micky," she said. "No matter how far we go, no matter how long it takes. We'll never feel safe from them."
"Rose..." Micky sighed. He knew what she was saying was true, but what other choice did they have? They could go to the police, but no one would ever believe them. His father had joined the police force at a young age fresh out of the military and had risen through the ranks quickly. Then he'd accepted a position with the FBI catching murderers and other men like him. He was well respected and no one would think he could commit such atrocities. His mother's situation was similar. She'd been born into a family full of politicians and had become a top surgeon very quickly.
"You said you'd support me in whatever decision I made with this baby, right?" Rose asked.
"Of course," Micky answered. "You said you wanted to keep it. Are you thinking of giving it up?"
"Yes, but I don't..." Rose trailed off.
"You don't know what?" Micky asked.
"Would you be ok with that?" Rose asked.
"Of course I would," Micky answered. "It's your baby, Rose."
"It may be yours, too," Rose said.
"I don't think we'll ever know that for sure," Micky answered. "Whatever you want to do, I'm fine with."
"I'm scared," Rose admitted.
"Scared of what?" Micky said. "I've done this before. I've delivered babies. My mom taught me."
"Not of that," Rose said. "I trust you. I...I'm scared of giving the baby up. I don't know who to trust. You're dad's FBI, you're mom's a doctor, you grandfather was a mayor or something and your other grandfather was a priest. How can I trust anyone to raise my child right knowing people we're supposed to be able to trust can easily be evil? To love it the right way? To not let the same thing happen to it that happened to me? That's the whole reason we're doing all this, isn't it? I can tolerate living a life constantly looking over my shoulder, but not if I also have to be worried it was all for nothing. I need to know my baby will be safe."
"What if I told you there was someone I could trust back home," Micky said. "In LA. Someone that I know would make sure the baby stayed safe. Would you feel better then?"
"We'd have to go all the way back to LA," Rose said.
"Yes, but it would be worth it, don't you think?" Micky said.
"But that's their turf," she said. "Won't it be easier to find us? To find the baby?"
"It's not anymore," Micky answered. "They're moving to DC, remember? If they were going to look for us back home, they would have done it by now. I think we'll be safe. Besides, they don't even know about the baby."
"I don't know," Rose mumbled rubbing her stomach again.
"I've been thinking myself," Micky said with a heavy sigh. "And you're right. This is no way for you two to live. I think I have a way of making it so they are far away from both of you."
"Micky?" she asked looking worriedly at him.
"I lure them away," Micky said. "Once we drop off the baby with my friend, we split up and then I make myself known. They'll chase me and that will give you and Sarah enough time to start new lives."
"Micky, that would mean..." Rose said. "Micky, I can't ask you to do that."
"You aren't asking me to do anything," Micky said. "It's the only way to ensure you both and the baby are safe."
"You can't leave," Sarah said behind him making him jump a little.
"Sarah," Micky said getting up and walking over to her.
"You can't leave me, Micky," Sarah said angrily. "I need you."
"No, you don't," Micky said reaching out for her.
"Yes, I do," Sarah said backing away. "I need you, Micky. We both do. The baby needs you."
"Sarah, you're stronger than you give yourself credit for," Micky said pulling her to him. "You'll have each other, but Rose is right. The baby is better off being adopted. You have a family to get back to. Parents that love you and miss you."
"I'm not so sure about that," she said.
"Sarah, I'm sure they love you," Rose said.
"They ignored me all the time," Sarah said.
"Doesn't mean they don't love you," Micky said.
"My grandmother told me my mother wanted to give me away as a baby," Sarah said.
"I'm giving my baby away," Rose pointed out. "Because I love it. I want it to have a better life than what we can give."
"I don't want you to leave me, Micky," Sarah said. "I love you."
"I know," Micky said embracing her as tightly as he could. "I love you, too, but I have to do this."
"There has to be another way," Sarah said with tears soaking into his shirt.
"I'm sorry, Sarah," Micky said. "I'll try to think of another way, but I don't think there is. They'll always be looking for me. I'd never forgive myself if anything else happened to you."
"I can't lose you," Sarah whispered.
"I'll always be with you," Micky said. "As long as you love me. I'll always be with you."
The following day Micky was getting read to lie down and sleep as best as he could. He'd never really ever slept well, but since they'd managed to escape, it was even worse. But at least he could get a little sleep, if just an hour or two. The rectory they were staying in had 2 rooms in it and Micky was staying in the one down the hall from Rose and Sarah. He crossed to the foot of the bed and sat on it for a moment to reflect. He really didn't want to leave the two of them, but knew it really was the only way to protect them. All he'd thought about when he planned their escape was keeping the baby out of their grasp. He hadn't thought far enough ahead to know that they'd be living a life like this; running from one hideout to the next scraping for food and water. They really didn't deserve a life like this.
"Micky?" Sarah's voice came from the doorway of his room. Micky looked over at her and wiped his face quickly not realizing he'd let a few tears escape.
"Sarah," Micky said. "Go back to bed."
"No," Sarah said nervously. "I need...I wanted..."
"What?" Micky asked getting up and crossing over to her.
"If you're really leaving..." Sarah started, "If after this baby comes I'll never see you again...I need something from you first."
"What?" Micky asked softly. "Anything."
"I need to know how it feels," Sarah said looking straight into his eyes confidently now. "I need to be able to remember what it really feels like."
"How what feels?" Micky asked. Instead of answering directly, she leaned into him and kissed him heavily. Her hands immediately wrapped around his waist and she pulled him closer to her. He wrapped one hand around her waist and tangled the other in her hair to pull her to him as the kiss deepened. He felt her hand pull at his shirt tucked in his pants and he pulled away from her slightly leaning his forehead on hers.
"Sarah?" Micky breathed unsure of where she was going with this.
"I need to know how it feels to want it," Sarah breathed.
"What do you mean?" Micky asked starting to figure out what she wanted.
"Every time I've touched you..." Sarah started. "It's been under their control. It's been unwanted. By both of us. I've never been touched when I wanted it. When I was in control."
"Sarah, I don't want to hurt you," Micky said.
"That's just it, Micky," Sarah answered before reaching her hands up his shirt. "We're finally in a position to be with each other on our terms. Where it won't hurt. Where no one is watching. Where we can truly enjoy it." Micky opened his mouth to argue again, but she silenced him with another kiss. This time she pressed her hands into his chest. Her skin felt soft and warm against his. He wanted the same thing she wanted, but didn't want to push things with her. They'd both been through hell and he wasn't sure if she was ready for this.
She must have sensed his hesitation because she dropped her hands back to his hips. Her fingers slipped inside his waistband and pulled his hips to hers. Micky groaned inwardly feeling the heat coming from her entire body. He wanted nothing more than to take her and throw her on the bed right then and there, but still feared that despite what she was saying and doing, she wasn't ready and he couldn't hurt her like that. She was upset and scared; he couldn't take advantage of her like that.
"Micky, I'm sure about this," Sarah whispered in his ear sending a shiver down his spine. "I've thought about this for a while now. I need this, Micky. I want to really be with you. I'm ready for this. I promise."
"Are you really sure?" Micky pushed. She answered by pushing him back towards the bed. He fell backwards and quickly felt her lean on top of him to kiss him again. He tried to resist when she began unbuttoning his shirt, but when he felt her start to kiss his chest, he couldn't. He moaned a little when her hand moved down in between his legs. Even through his pants, he could still feel her soft tender hands caress him and every ounce of doubt left him. He pushed her off him just enough so he could roll over so he was now on top of her and when he slipped his own hand inside her shirt, her stomach quivered beneath his touch. She moaned into his mouth as he kissed her more passionately than he ever had before. He used his knee to separate her legs as he moved down to kiss her neck, one hand supporting himself above her and the other holding her waist.
When she moaned his name in his ear, it pushed his drive even further. He knelt above her long enough to unbutton her own shirt and remove it. He took a moment to admire her beneath him before leaning back over her to kiss her chest. He traced her bra with his lips as she worked with a certain desperation to take off his shirt. His hand moved down her hips to her legs and sat there, teasing her briefly. She moved her hips expertly so that his hand rested between her legs. Micky smiled at her impatience and knew that after everything, he was going to do this right. She needed to feel the passion and desire instead of everything else she had felt every other time they'd done this. She needed to remember him this way, not drugged and performing for a camera. She needed to feel loved.
She cried out softly when he slipped his hand down inside her pants with one hand while he continued to leave a trail of kisses all over her body. He started at her neck, then her collarbone before tracing her bra once again. He concentrated both on where he was kissing and what his hand was doing. Her clothing was loose enough that he could fit his hand comfortably in her underwear without taking them off. His thumb found her clit and she arched her back and whimpered a little. As he rubbed in little circles around her, he slipped first one finger inside her before adding another. She moaned his name once more and lifted her bra up with one hand while gripping his wavy hair with the other. Micky obliged and started kissing her breasts, softly bringing her nipples into his mouth.
"Oh God, Micky," she said breathlessly. Every time she moaned out his name, it sent him further towards the edge. He could hear the pleasure behind her voice. Not fear. He wanted it to last. He wanted to make her pleasure and passion stay with her for the rest of her life. To never feel afraid again. He focused more on his hand inside of her finding the one spot that made her entire body quiver and tremble urging her to release. He could feel the warmth and the moisture building as he went faster. Her back arched further and her hands tightened; one gripping the sheets under her and the other still tangled in his hair. He didn't mind the pain knowing the tighter she gripped, the more pleasure she felt. Her breaths started coming in quick gasps and her hips started buckling beneath him as her body came close to release. He trailed kisses up to her neck so he could whisper into her ear at the very second she came into his hand.
"I love you," he whispered over her scream of release. She turned her head so she could look into his eyes and smiled. She hadn't smile like that before. Her smiles had been brief or only halfway done. She had never smiled with her eyes like this. He'd never seen her eyes sparkle like they were now.
"I love you too," she whispered. "Now it's my turn." Before he could ask what she meant, she pushed him off her to roll back over to their original positions: her on top of him kissing him heavily. Micky couldn't say anything to protest wanting everything to be about her because when she finally stopped kissing him, his pants were unzipped. Then as he tried to speak, she'd slipped her own hand down his pants and held him firmly making all words catch in his throat. She smiled at him again and he decided he couldn't fight her anyway; she wanted to do this. She stroked him a few times bringing him to full hardness before releasing him long enough to slip his pants and underwear off. Her eyes sparkled looking at him before she leaned in to kiss him again, one hand once again wrapped firmly around him.
She started at the base and slid her hand all the way up before going back down. Micky groaned into the kiss enjoying the feeling. She moved to blow lightly on his ear sending more shivers of pleasure down his spine. As she worked to move her hand faster on him, she started to trail her own set of kisses down his chest focusing on his own nipples and his navel. He tried to brace himself knowing what was coming, but he still shuddered happily when she blew gently on the tip. He almost lost it the moment she leaned forward and ran her tongue up him. He rolled his eyes up into the back of his head and gripped the sheets tightly and moaned her name out when she took him completely in her mouth. He tried to control himself to keep from buckling under her but ended up only quivering. She continued to work him relentlessly and it was all he could do to contain himself.
"Oh God," Micky breathed out. She continued manipulating him with her mouth and hands until he couldn't take it anymore. He groaned in pleasure as his body now reached release. He felt a little weak now as she gingerly trailed kisses back up to his mouth to kiss him deeply again. He pushed her away a little and smiled at her. "That wasn't fair."
"What wasn't?" she asked breathlessly.
"I didn't go that far with you," Micky answered rolling her back over. He knelt down on the floor and moved her so that she was sitting on the edge of her bed. He curled his fingers over the waistband of her pants and undies and started slowly moving them down making sure to place a gentle kiss on each patch of newly exposed skin as he went. She moaned and breathed out his name, further encouraging him until finally they were both completely naked.
"Micky, please," she moaned as he continued to tease her by sucking softly at the skin around her pelvis. He smiled at her urgency and complied by slipping his fingers inside her again. He then spread her legs further apart and positioned himself between them so he could see her fully. She groaned and he could see her quivering, anticipating what was to come. Again she moaned his name in a pleading tone and again he complied. He placed a soft kiss on the inside of her thigh before taking her clit in his mouth and sucking gently. She bucked suddenly beneath him and made an almost unintelligible sound. He laughed a little and continued to play with her; his tongue flicking over her clit when he wasn't sucking on it and stroking her from the inside quickly finding the one spot that made her body tremble again. It didn't take very long before her body released once again, screaming his name in pleasure.
"Now we're even," Micky said coming back up to kiss her.
"Micky," she breathed. "Make love to me. For the first time."
"You're sure you're ok with it?" Micky asked. She wiggled around so that she was fully on the bed with her head resting on the pillow. Her eyes were firm and pleading as she nodded. He crawled up to meet her lips in his and kissed her hungrily while he positioned himself above her. She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and legs around his waist pulling him down to her. When he entered her, she let out a small gasp of excitement and arched her hips to meet him. He felt himself fill her completely and had never felt so satisfied. For a brief moment, he flashed back to times before when this activity wasn't as pleasurable, but the second he looked into her eyes and saw the passion and desire in them, he pushed those thoughts from his mind.
"Micky," she moaned as he pulled out and pushed back in again. Over and over he focused on her looking at the pleasure engulfing her face with each passing thrust that she matched. He felt her tighten around him and pull him deeper inside her. She moaned over and over again, growing louder with each thrust as she grew closer to climax. This is what she needed. He felt the pull signaling his own impending climax and slipped a finger in between them to rub circles around her clit, desperate to have her climax with him. When she did, she screamed his name again making him smile. He collapsed next to her completely spent but happy. It seemed like such a simple thing, but her moaning out his name made him happy. He was able to hear the desire and passion behind it and knew it was because of him. That's all he needed to feel that what they had done had been needed and worthwhile.
"Thank you, Micky," she whispered in his ear as she curled into him and rested her head on his bare sweaty chest. "That was more than amazing."
"I love you," Micky breathed pulling her close to him.
"I love you, too," Sarah smiled. "I don't want you to leave me, but I know you have to do what's best for the baby and Rose. No matter how much I want to stay with you, I know I can't. We're both underage. But I want you to know that I will always love you. No matter what happens."
"I don't want to leave any more than you do," Micky answered running his fingers softly through her hair. "But I have to keep you safe. I'd never forgive myself if anything happened to you. I would do anything to make sure you stayed safe." They sat together for a while, just holding each other. When Micky finally fell asleep in her arms, it was the best sleep he'd ever had in his entire life.