A/N: Wow. Oh my gosh I am actually so sorry for it taking me about four months to write another goddamned chapter. I had a bunch of schoolwork, and work, and exams and the next thing I know I'm getting reviews asking me when I'm going to update (thank you all for that, by the way). So to make an attempt to compensate, here is another chapter, which I hope is long enough as an apology from me to you. Many apologies!

~MBL xx

13 HOURS SINCE MISSING

Holly looked back up at Price, a scowl on her face. She was finally reoriented, but she still felt quite groggy. "You're an ass, you know that?" She spat, glaring up at her captor.

He simply laughed at her, sending shivers up her spine. "I may be an ass," he began, "but at least I'm not keeping secrets from everyone I love."

Holly felt a pang of guilt wash over her. It was true. She had kept so much from JJ, from her family, from her old friends, from her teams here and back south. She had kept so much from them, and look where it got her.

She turned to the camera, forcing tears back from her eyes so she didn't show signs of weakness to her team. The last thing she needed was them to feel like they had failed her of some sort, that wasn't what she wanted them to do.

"It's true," she choked out. "I've been lying, and for that I'm sorry. I'm sorry to you, JJ, because I should've opened up to you right from the beginning. I should've explained everything from the moment you knew something was up. From the moment you knew I was gone, I should've admitted to you where I was going."

If she could, she would've smacked herself, thankfully Charlie didn't seem to notice anything. She was trying to get JJ's attention to her choice of words. It's him, she wanted to scream, he's the guy I got with when we were teenagers! Unfortunately, that would only add a piece to the puzzle for the profile, and it could still take a while before they found her, and if she screamed it, a while would not be something she has.

Price just looked at her, if he had any emotions, he was hiding it inexplicably well. "Let's try something out, shall we?" He asked, not leaving room to answer and still making sure he wasn't facing the camera. "Let's play a game of Confess. Holly, how about you confess to Jennifer and the team about the reason why you really moved back to Australia?" He took another step towards her, leaning in once more. "And I don't think they need to know about anything unnecessary, do they?"

Holly silently shook her head, and he pulled away, pleased. "You might as well start from the soccer final," he suggested, acting as if this was his favorite story to listen to.

She looked at him; she really did not want to share the story. Yet another sign of weakness she could just not stand to reveal to her team. But this was far from a game, as Price made it out to be. She was playing for her life, and this was a game she was not prepared to lose.

Even if it did mean JJ looking at her in a different light once all of this was over.

"Uh, well … after the match, everyone was really excited. We had just won the finals for the varsity girl's soccer championships, who wouldn't be excited? I had just kicked the winning goal, and the feeling of everyone just screaming my name, cheering me and Jareau on, it was a feeling I won't ever forget. Heck, for a second, I forgot about every shitty thing that had happened."

She looked to her bound feet, unable to look into the camera any more, sighing. "I volunteered for us to have the party at my place. Truth be told, I already had everything pretty much set up from the night before – I knew we were gonna win – I just had to take out drinks and food, so I told everyone to meet me there in two hours, and we'll party until we are pretty much yelled at because of school tomorrow. So I quickly headed home, and JJ came around an hour later to just help me finalize everything. That's when I got a call. It was, uh, from Charlie," she spat out the name in distaste, "asking me to meet him outside, so I asked Jayje to manage the door while I head outside and checked the lights. I met up with him and we got into an argument and he wanted us to go for a drive, let us settle things down. He took me over to his apartment, and I wanted him to take me home, I didn't want to be there – "

" – Yeah, yeah," Price spat, rolling his eyes. "Will you just get to the good part? You're losing the audience."

Holly scowled at him, frustrated at him for everything he had done and everything she knew he was capable of doing. "Shut the fuck up," she spat, "I'm telling the story," She knew that the profilers on her team definitely would not be losing focus on the task at hand, they needed to listen in order for her to be found.

"Anyway," she continued, "Price wouldn't let me go, so I started begging and screaming, hoping one of his neighbors would hear my shouts and help me out. No one did. So, sick of my screaming and incompliance, gagged me and tied my hands and feet to the bed."

"Much like you are now," he added, reminding Holly of where she truly was, and the man her captor truly was.

"Much like I am now," she repeated, not wanting to argue any more. She was too exhausted for that. "He, uh, beat me, and bashed me, and … uh, kept me there for the night. The next day, he dropped me off at school and threatened that if I told anyone he'd go after JJ next, and I just couldn't let that happen. At all."

"How did you feel when I had you at my house?" Charlie asked, his dark eyes boring into her bright green ones.

"Honestly? Terrified." She admitted, still unable to look at the camera. "And I was ashamed. I was the strong one. I was able to cope with everything – at least it seemed that way to everyone else – and no one could really tell when something was bothering me. But this time was different. This time I was truly fearing for my life, and I hated that feeling.

He just nodded, a small smirk playing on his features. "And how about you cut the bullshit and tell your beautiful team what I also did to you that night?"

Holly looked at him in shock. No, she couldn't possibly tell her team. That was too much for her to handle, and she couldn't do that. She shook her head defiantly, a frown on her face. "No, I'm not going to do that. I'm not going to give you the benefit of doing that."

Charlie scowled and walked up to her, smacking her face across her bruises again, earning the tiniest squeal. "Do you want me to inject you with that again? You do recall what I said earlier? Failure to comply will result in me injecting that shit into you all over again, and that wasn't exactly a time full of sunshine and butterflies, was it?" He asked, tilting his head to the side.

No, it definitely wasn't. She could remember her hallucinations so distinctly.

The screams of all the girls Charlie had raped, the television screen showing her exactly how he did it – which she now knows was the camera – Charlie looking at her through the screen then coming out of his, a scowl in his face. It's your fault, he told her. The chant started repeating itself, much like a mantra. Eventually, the girls, all two hundred and fifty seven of them, all eighteen year olds at the time, all bearing some form of resemblance to her in some form, all slid out of the TV screen, repeating the mantra she had heard dozens of times by then. Soon, they were circling her all chanting, as if reciting a spell. It's your fault … it's your fault.

To Holly's shock, her family joined the circle, also chanting. Her parents and brother were all beaten and bloodied; Tyler's arm had even bent completely at a ninety-degree angle, obviously snapped from the car accident. It was as if they were telling this to Holly just before they died.

Soon, everything disappeared and was dead silent, and Holly was back in the family car, bickering with her parents, only this time, a seventeen year old Jennifer Jareau was with her also. They were all fighting except for Holly, who was trying to figure out what had happened. She saw the truck coming from the opposite side of the car and screamed out, but no one seemed to hear her, and the collision happened once more, just like how it did pretty much every night in her dreams. Only this time, JJ's body was splayed all over the ground with her family's and Holly was just standing there, completely unscathed. She ran to JJ, trying to get her to wake up, but to no avail. She stood staring at her family, before Jen's eyes opened and looked directly at her, her face mauled from the incident. It's all your fault, she began, standing up and walking towards her. Soon, her entire family all stood up and began encircling her once more.

It's all your fault … it's all your fault …

"… It's all my fault," Holly whispered, still not quite brought back to reality after losing her train of thought remembering the hallucination. "It's all my fault."

"Oh, shut the fuck up, you whiny, insolent child," he snapped, grabbing her chin and forcing her to face him, fury in his eyes. "Tell them what I did to you, right now, or else."

Holly was finally brought back to reality, letting a small whimper escape her lips. Pleased with her reaction, Charlie pulled back, a grin on his face.

"Now," he began, gesturing behind him to the camera where Jennifer and the rest of the team were watching, "tell them what I did to you."

Holly sighed, looking up towards the camera, unable to stop the tears that were forming in her emerald green eyes. She let out a single sob, knowing this was the moment her team would view her differently, if they don't view her as a victim enough already.

This isn't what she wanted, she didn't want to be seen as the victim, but she had to. She didn't have a choice.

"He … he raped me."

A/N: Yeouch! Who saw that one coming? I did :3 Anyway, let me know what y'all think of this chapter, and the story in general - what you want to come from it, etc. And please, if I don't update in a week, send me a spam of PMs and reviews telling me of and screaming at me to get my shit together, because I promise I won't do that again, seriously.

~MBL xx