Kidnapped

So Close (Revised)

A lump formed in my throat and a tear rolled down my cheek. What was the last thing I said to my dad? He was so furious with me, he probably didn't think anything of my disappearance. 

He probably doesn't care. 

I bit my lip hard to stop its quivering, but I couldn't stop the tears from flooding down my cheeks. I heard my sobs echo around me, coming back sounding like the cries of a child. My body jerked forward with each new bout of tears and sobs. I didn't care if I looked like a baby to anyone who might have been watching. The only audience around only wanted to break me anyway, so maybe crying would help my situation.

When the pain in my head subsided enough for me to open my eyes I lifted my head and looked around, squinting through my tears. Jerry was sitting in a chair directly in front of me, Skip standing to his right. Hazel eyes bore down into mine. Commanding. Fierce. Terrifying. I sat in a small circle of light and the rest of the room remained a mystery cloaked in darkness. The only thing I could be certain of was that we weren't in the room upstairs anymore.

"A hanging lamp?" My voice faltered. "Oh, I'm scared now."

Jerry leaned forward, his face only inches from mine. "You should be." He stood and paced around me, his hands clasped behind his back like a drill sergeant. "What am I going to do with you, girl?"

"I have a name," I spat.

He backhanded me and my head felt like it would explode. "Shut up."

Black smoke seemed to dance on the edges of my vision and I fought to stay conscious. The pain was enough to make my stomach churn dangerously.

"We've exhausted every resource but one when it comes to you." Jerry gripped my arms and bent closer to me. "Do you have any idea how lucky you are that you'll be my boy's first?"

I swallowed hard.

"Knowing him," Jerry mused, "he'll go soft. He won't bruise you or make you bleed, at least he'll try not to, anyway. He's a little tender that way. You should be grateful." Jerry's hands gripped my arms so tight the armrests bit into my skin. "If you were mine, I would have rammed you so hard you wouldn't be able to walk on your own for a week."

My legs grew numb and icy fear spilled down my back. One of his vile hands released my arm and slithered up from my knee to the waistline of my shorts. He fingered the button and zipper and my entire body seized.

This can't be happening. This isn't happening. This IS NOT happening!

"I will hurt you," he growled low and fierce. The tips of his fingers breached my shorts just enough for him to grip the fabric in a tight fist. I cried out fearfully.

"Stop." It came out breathy, no louder than a whisper.

"Why?" Jerry grinned. "Are you scared now?"

"Please."

"So polite." He slipped his hand further into my shorts and my heart leaped into my throat. I wanted to move away, or even shift to relieve some of my discomfort, but to do so would force his hand further into my clothes. The mere thought of his fingers achieving their goal made me dizzy with fright. There didn't seem to be enough oxygen in the air and I couldn't breathe. I sucked in as much as I could, releasing it quickly and gulping down another breath, but I couldn't sate my need for air. 

"Be nice to my boy," he growled, "or you'll have to deal with me."

"I get it," I gasped.

"Do you?" Jerry's face loomed close to mine.

"I do." He shoved his hand further into my clothes. "I DO! I DO! I get it!"

Suddenly, his hand was gone. An odd mixture of relief and razor sharp terror flooded my senses. The thin air quickly condensed into something breathable and I gasped gratefully, finally able to suck in breaths that would satisfy my need for oxygen.