Kidnapped

18

It's been ten days since Amelia and Derek were taken out of the room. Abigail hasn't done much since; just pacing, staring at the door, and continuous worries. She now stands in the shower, cold water hitting down on her back. Abigail runs her fingers through her hair, closing her eyes as water splashes down on her face. This was the first time in months she's actually been able to take a shower since they get one shower a month and she always allowed Amelia to take the shower. Abigail turns and shuts down the shower finally and grabs a towel dangling over the shower curtain.

  She dries off her body and wraps the towel around her shoulders as she opens the shower curtain. Abigail brushes her hair with a hairbrush Sarah had brought in weeks ago and put back on her long sleeved black shirt and jeans. She opens the door to the bathroom and locks eyes with Sarah sitting on the bed.

  Her left eye was bruised along with a part of her jaw, and her nose has dry blood around it. "Quit looking at my face, I have a girlfriend," Sarah rolls her eyes and stands from the bed. "Do you want to know how they're doing?"

  "Obviously," Abigail sits against the wall and looks up at Sarah.

  "Derek's eye is pretty swollen, his jaw is bruised, his nose was broken and bloody. He was hit repeatedly with a belt and then cut with a knife. Amelia cheeks are healing, but Kyle had punched her a few times so her jaw is bruised and her cheeks. She was hit with a belt and he used a taser on her, then he start choking her and that's when I interfered," Sarah inhales a shaky breath before shaking her head.

  "This is all my fault, I should've never let them go," Abigail runs her fingers through hair as tears threaten to form in her eyes.

  "Look at me Abigail," Sarah demands, kneeling in front of Abigail. "This stuff with Derek, Amelia, and me even, isn't your fault. I made a promise to you and I had to fulfill it. Kyle is a psychopath, and you can't do anything about that, you hear?"

  Abigail nods and looks back down at the floor. "Alright, I'm going back out there, I don't want Alexander to get suspicious," Sarah sadly smiles to Abigail before rising to her feet and walking out of the bedroom.

  Minutes after Sarah walked out, the door opens and a figure is shoved inside before the door slams shut once more. Amelia winces as she sits up on the floor and leans her back against the side of the bed. Her black shirt was covered in blood and both of her hands were soaked in fresh blood. Both of her cheeks were bruised and her right eye had a large bruise around it. Her neck was red from probably where Kyle had tried to choke her.

  Abigail crawls forward a bit before taking Amelia's hand. She jumps back in surprise before turning towards Abigail and feels her face. "Abigail?"

  "Yeah, it's me Amelia," She forces a smile as tears burn into her eyes. Amelia wraps her arms around Abigail's neck, burying her face into her right shoulder.

  "Where's Derek?" Abigail asks as Amelia continues to keep her arms around Abigail's neck.

  "I-I don't know, I haven't heard his screams in a while," Amelia pulls away from Abigail and stands to her feet long enough to fall back against the bed, and Abigail sits with her. "H-How long w-was I in there with Kyle?"

  "Ten days," Abigail explains and wraps her arm around Amelia's shoulders. "How are you doing?"

"He hurt Charlie, Abigail," Amelia's voice cracks as she tries her best to not cry. "I could hear her screams, he was beating her,"

"It wasn't your fault, Amelia," Abigail shakes her head, looking back up at the door, waiting for Derek to walk into the bedroom safe and sound.

"It was either my parents and sister or Charlie," Amelia chokes out, looking back up at Abigail. "I-I couldn't let him hurt my family,"

"It's okay, Amelia," Abigail stands from the bed and looks out the window at Michael's grave still sitting by the tree. "He didn't kill her did he?"

"I-I don't think--" Amelia's interrupted with the door being kicked open and Kyle stands in the doorway.

"Abigail, you're coming with me," He declares and begins walking forward as Amelia backs away from him against the bed. Abigail looks up from Amelia and towards Kyle, his clothes covered in someone's blood that wasn't his.

"You don't have to hurt me, I'm coming," Abigail sighs and pushes past Kyle and out the door. He slams the bedroom door behind them and grabs Abigail's arm, yanking her down the stairs. Abigail stumbles next to Kyle as she glares up at her, her right fist clenched in Kyle's grasp.

  "Relax, hon," Kyle chuckles and opens up a door at the end of the hallway that Abigail immediately recognized. It was the same bed, same walls, same everything. Abigail begins to panic, pushing against Kyle as he walks her into the room.

He throws Abigail against the bed and handcuffs her wrists to the bedposts, then walks out once more. Abigail looks up at her handcuffs and pulls at them, trying to unlock them from her wrists. The door opens again and Derek's shoved into the room, collapsing against the floor.

   Blood was stained down the side of his head and in his shirt. His wrist as bruised but now in a cast. He inhales a weak breath as he looks up at Abigail and Derek's eyes widen. "A-Abigail?" He scrambles up to his feet and stumbles to Abigail's side.

  "Don't take off the handcuffs," Kyle's voice echoes from a walkie talkie somewhere around the room. "You told me you loved her Derek, show me how it's done,"

  "W-What's done?" Abigail whispers and looks up at Derek who has tears burning in his eyes.

   "He wants you to--" Derek stops himself as his voice breaks. "He's going to force us to have sex,"

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          Edited: April 11, 2016