I cried through my sore tired closed eyes as he head butted Jack. I couldn't hear Jack's cries anymore as if he decided he would stop fighting, even though I knew Jack would never give up. Even though I had my eyes closed I could still picture what was happening right in front of me and it was making me feel sick. It was my fault that Jack is here in the first place. And he was fighting my corner, defending me from this monster.

Without opening my eyes I whispered "Please stop this"

He was punching something over and over again. And I hoped that I was wrong in thinking that it was Jack but it was highly doubtful.

"I don't want any of this!" I begged. I opened my eyes.

He was standing over Jack. His fists were dripping blood and I had no telling if it was his or Jack's but from the grazes and scratches on Jack's it had to be. He punched the wall. "He's the reason why we are stuck here; we can't go home because we are now fugitives." He picked Jack up. "Now what shall I do with him?"

"You're wrong! You're the only one to blame for this! No-one forced you to hurt me or mum!"

He grunted and threw Jack through the air. Jack hit the wall with an almighty crack. He hit it so hard that I was sure that he had hurt something.

"NO!" I cried with fresh tears rolling down my cheeks.

He walked over to me. Naturally I flinched believing that he was going to hurt me now that Jack was unconscious. I closed my eyes bracing myself for the pain but instead there was a click and the handcuffs were taken off. My wrists were free.

"Why?" I asked flexing my aching wrists.

"You're right" He said as if it was obvious what he was going on about.

"I'm always right!" I snapped. "Like I was about you drinking and people caring about me, somebody was going to notice in the end no matter how hard I tried to keep everything private and between us. I have people who truly care about me"

He snarled at me like a wild dog. He pushed me up against the wall and pushed me apart with his fingers. "For that I'm going to punish you"

I screamed as he repeatedly slammed into me, slamming me against the rough wall behind me. It felt like my skin was being scraped off with a knife it hurt that much "Stop this; don't hurt me or Jack anymore!"

He dropped me on the floor "that's near enough the last thing that your mother said before she left: 'you won't hurt me anymore' but unlike her you are not getting away from me. If you do I will always find you"

He stomped out of the room without saying another word. My body ached but I didn't really think about it because I had to check on Jack. I crawled over to where Jack lay unconscious. I kissed his cheek "please be okay" I face palmed "of course he's not alright don't be stupid "

"You….you're….not…stupid" Jack croaked.

I smiled weakly, crying happy tears for the first time in what seemed ages. "Hey I missed you"

"Me too" Jack croaked

"I'm glad you're awake but you shouldn't be talking save your energy"

"Help is coming" Jack whispered.

The door burst open and I flinched, curling up into a ball, bracing myself for pain. But I was being lifted up.

"YOU BITCH!" he shouted "you cheated on me with that wimp" he motioned to Jack.

I wriggled to try get free from his tight grip. "I didn't. I never wanted any part of this you forced me into this. The only one I ever wanted was Jack but you've hurt him. Please let me get Jack some help he needs to go to hospital"

He dropped me on the floor and left the room. I had landed on my ankle and it hurt but I could still move it so at least it wasn't broken.

I shivered. I needed to help Jack but what could I do? I had no phone, no clothes and I had no idea where we were. I haven't been outside in a while so I don't even know what day it is. "Please Jack please be right, please they have got to find us soon"

I curled up on the floor next to Jack and closed my eyes. It might seem selfish but I don't know if I want to be rescued. Not because I want to stay here and be kept prisoner I truly don't but because don't want to face all the scrutiny from everyone about this. I am scared that I will be blamed for this and all my friends will turn on me. Maybe they will call me weak. Maybe they will think that I am a pushover, I will be laughed at. I won't be able to be a cheerleader anymore or a news reporter, I won't be able to face anybody ever again!

I rolled over and threw up. The room stank now of both dried and fresh blood. It was disgusting. I kept heaving, my sides aching as if knives were being plunged in and out of each hip. I couldn't stand it anymore.

"Kim?" Jack said. "Are you alright?"

I nodded. "I need food and water, and you need a doctor. I thought you said that help was coming?"

"It is. I was working with the police to find you" he said. "I just don't know if they will find us in time"

Jack must blame me. He has to; I am the one who got us into this mess in the first place.

"Kim I know what you are thinking. I can read you like a book remember?" Jack said.

I kept quiet. If I opened my mouth I would be agreeing with him.

Jack laughed "I love you I don't blame you for this. Its he's fault"