Chapter 10


Lola's POV

The harsh jerking of my body back and forth made my eyelids flicker open groggily. Looking around, I saw a grimy window with the blur of the world passing by in it. There was the lush red and golden color of autumn trees passing as the van I assumed, moved forward. "Fuck!"I growled, attempting to press a hand to my forehead in a natural gesture of frustration. I'm pretty sure I paled to the color of sheet white, when I realized I couldn't move my hands because apparently my feet and hands were bound and my expletive of frantic rage came out as a muffled, "ffuuufff" because my mouth was gagged.

"Hmmm mm woooohhmmmm!" I heard a deep voice murmur incomprehensibly attempt to say to me. Tearing my gaze away from the window, and painfully over to the other side of the cramped place I was literally stuffed into, I saw dark, deep pools of midnight blue eyes bubbling with wrath and fury. Sky was gagged and bound to, a bit of dried blood was caked onto the side of his temple like a plastered droplet of red rain and he was staring at me longingly, intensely.

I continued to look at him, giving him a cheery wink, telling him it would be alright. He rolled his eyes at me impatiently, then stared deep into my eyes speaking thousands of words. I'm sure people believe a picture is worth a thousand words, but Sky's eyes can be worth a million sometimes. The two jewel like orbs said to me, 'Don't worry we'll get out of this. We'll fucking kill them.' It made the muscles in my jaws ache as I attempted to smile. Oh we'd get out of this alright. No doubt about it. Wait...where were we again?
My mind seemed generally and totally confused as I discovered I had absolutely no clue how I ended up here. Then the scene flashed back in my mind. Those final words, from a sour breathing, despicable voice in my hear as I knocked out, "Make you pay for burning our stuff. We have your son and boyfriend!"

Oh shit! They had Eli....and I swallowed loudly. I only had one son....no....fuck God no! They couldn't have Jeremiah! He was supposed to be safe! Protected! He didn't even have my last name God damn it! How did they know him!? My baby! I felt one droplet of useless salty water slide down my cheek, my vision blurred as fresh tears glistened in my baby blue eyes. The fucking bastards had my son! They had Eli too and he wasn't part of this. They would die. I'd make them! Somehow I'd kill them all, even if it meant my death. I would never tell Sky this suicidal plan of course, because he might kill himself to save me.......which was just as stupid. But even though I'd never gotten to watch Jeremiah grow up, we had a mental bond from his birth. I mean he was my son! I would kill the world to save him, Sky and Eli. They didn't deserve to perish for my own righteous but completely stupid and deadly actions.

As the car came to a sudden and very painful halt. Two things happened, my body slid back on the smooth surface beneath me, and I luckily banged my head on the wall behind me. And a pushing door slid open hastily, revealing a man with dead, crazy eyes that had psychopath written in them. He pulled me by the leg, making me aware that I was still tangled in a bed sheet and nothing else, and he dragged me by the hair on a cold gravel road. I heard the sound of a fist being connected with bone and it made me cringe. "Don't you fight us blue eyes!"I heard a forceful masculine voice drawl. Knowing that Sky had just gotten hit and I couldn't even help him, made me sick with anger. They continued to drag me, the roots on my scalp pulling painfully, and gravel pressing in and cutting random inches of skin. I heard the creak of a door opening, and then I was lifted up onto psycho's shoulder roughly and carried down a flight of wooden stairs.

I grunted when I heard a thick sound of a metal door slamming open and I was thrown into a room, Sky was thrown right after, he grunted as he hit the hard cold, damp floor of what appeared to be a cell. "See you dead in a bit,"psycho eyes number one cackled, shutting the heavy door, and only source of light. The place became darker, barely visible, making me suddenly aware of how cool and damp the air felt. Like death, like hell, like fright. "Who are they?" I heard an angelic voice whisper in fear. " The better of bad,"I heard a rich, slightly lilting and very familiar British accent drawl.

Eli...and did that mean that other cute voice was.....Jeremiah? The sound of someone crawling towards me was audible. Then I felt callused hand on my cheeks and around my neck, as they fidgeted to take my gag off. "Lola,"Eli greeted somberly, no hint of cynicism in his tone as I craned my neck and looked up at him. "God Eli I'm sorry!"I pleaded with him as soon as I could speak. He only brushed a finger against my cheek gently and it stunned me. "Yeah well. I don't care, you gave me him,"Eli said with adoration, his gaze following in my opinion the most beautiful kid I'd ever seen. "Is that....?"my breath hitched as I took in my son. His unforgettably expressive and rich with blue and golden flecked eyes wide and huge on his too thin face, his skin too pale and his expression too traumatized. My poor baby! What had they fucking done to him?!!?!