Rouge's point of view:
"So what's the plan?" Brydon asked. It was three in the morning, and two days after my brother had died.
"There is no plan, we go in and kill those bastards," I announced, angrily. Ace gave me a pointed look.
"Rouge," he said calmly, "Do you want revenge for your brother? Because going on impulse will make you end up just as he did. Now, in order to make these bitches pay, we'll need a well-thought out plan."
"Fuck a plan," I shouted. "We go in, guns ready and kill them. What's the problem there?"
"You're not thinking this through," he stated. "Are you willing to die- er let me rephrase- are you willing to let us die just to take out a small portion of them? Don't you want their leader to pay? Whether we get them all or not, it was him that conducted River's death. It's him that deserves to die."
"Dammit!" I punched the wall, "I hate it when you're right. Okay." I took a deep breath. "Okay, so we needa plan."
"The girls," Riz whispered, causing us all to look in his direction.
"What?" Brydon asked.
"The girls," he repeated. "We get them in their turf, they'll pick 'em up, we have them bugged so we can find where they take' em. Then BAM! we have us a little party." A small smirk played out on most of our faces, but of course Ace had to find a flaw.
Back to Blakely's point of view:
I rolled over and stared at the clock that read 9:14am. I stretched out, making an animalistic noise before sitting up. I looked over to see the bed empty beside me.
Standing up, I made my way over to the bathroom and took a quick shower then threw on some shorts and a t-shirt.
With my hair tossed into a messy bun, I walked out the room and down the hall. I could hear people in the living room so that's where I went. "-bet so," was what I heard when I walked in, seeing Brydon, Airion, and Riz sitting on the couch with the girls on their laps. Sadie noticed me first and gave a small smile, followed by Tinleigh.
I went and sat in a chair opposite of the couch they were on. They started to continue their conversation as if I hadn't interrupted.
"I think it'd work forreal. Just because Ace doesn't think so, doesn't mean it won't," Brydon said.
"Yeah, but he made a good point," Airion retorted, in which Brydon rolled his eyes.
Airion whispered into Tinleigh's ear, and I watched as she suppressed a shiver. She soon after got up and walked into the kitchen and came back with a sandwich on a paper plate.
"Thanks babe," Airion spoke, taking the food and biting into it. She smiled and sat on the floor next to his feet.
Rouge waltzed into the room so I stood up from my seat as he walked towards me. He gripped my upper arm and all, but dragged me out the living room and into his bedroom.
"What?" I asked, breathlessly.
"You heard me," he retorted, clearly irritated. I rolled my eyes and groaned.
"There's no way you can make me," I whispered, mostly to myself. A glint of amusement flashed in his eyes.
"Wanna make that a challenge?"
"I'll tell them your plan," I retorted bravely. His hand reached into my hair, grabbing a handful then pulling back so I was forced to look up at him.
"Oh, but you won't, babe," he whispered. "And if I have to, I'll make sure of it."
Maybe it was the threat or perhaps the stinging sensation from his grasp, but which ever caused me to huff, "okay.."
"You're gonna have to take off your clothes," Rouge told me as we went over the 'plan' for the umpteenth time.
"What? No," I deadpanned.
"You have to look as if you forreal escaped from someone, Blakely," he said. I crossed my arms and shook my head like a child.
"I will force you if I have to."
"Prove it," I said before I could stop myself. His stature changed in less than a second as he grabbed my arms and slung me into a chair I had no idea was a few feet behind me.
I was shocked silent as he held me to the chair and somehow managed to duct tape me to it. "Where'd you get duct tape?" I wondered out loud. He huffed, but other than that, disregarded my question.
"You really shouldn't have said that," he smirked. Next thing I knew, I was being hit over and over and over again until I finally reached unconsciousness.
The pounding deep in my head startled me awake. I sat up too fast and hit my head before falling back onto my back.
"Woah Blakely, slow your roll. You're probably sore," said Rouge from in front of me. I sat up slower and realized I was in the backseat of a car. I crawled over into the passenger seat, ignoring the fire that crawled up my left arm. I touched my forehead and brought my fingers to my eye level, but there wasn't any blood.
"YOU HIT ME!" I screeched just as we came to a sudden stop. My hands flew up to catch me so I didn't hit my face on the dashboard.
"And I'll do it again in a heartbeat," he said, turning towards me. "We're here."
I looked around and saw trees; only trees and dirt. "Where exactly is 'here'?" I asked in exasperation.
"You'll have to walk through the woods a bit, you'll see a gravel road and you'll follow it then you'll run up to their house and knock on the door, yelling for help," he explained.
"And if I don't?" I muttered under my breath. He rolled his eyes and got out the car, walking towards my side. He slowly opened my door.
"Come on Blakely, please. For me," he pratically begged. I cambered out the car, the dirt felt unnatural under my bare feet. "You'll receive a small shock, it won't hurt. It'll let you know we are checking the GPS in your wrist-"
"What?" I screamed! I looked at my wrist to see a small incision. It was bright red and three stitches were visible upon my wrist. "You cut me and placed an object in me?"
"Calm down," Rouge said, "A doctor did it."
"A doctor?" I questioned uneasy. He sighed into his hands.
"You need to go, and know that we'll get to you before they hurt you, okay?" He asked. I nodded. "Do you trust me?"
That simple yet complex question sent me over the edge, I couldn't hold back my tears. I don't even really know why I was crying, but he pulled me into his arms in an awkward hug.
Did I trust him?
A/N: I finished this chapter! Finally. Jeez, it seemed like I took like forever and a day. I am so very sorry that I kept you guys waiting as long as I do. But I just couldn't think of a way I wanted this to go, so this is my product♡ thanks for waiting though!
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"why won't you just let me go?" Blakely is fifteen and when her and her dad get into a fight, she storms out the house. Only to be taken to a place in which she's forced to stay.