A legends son

Chapter 5

Bea POV:

I reach the park just before darkness had fully hit, waiting by the gazebo. I look around for Olivia's appearance. I feel an arm suddenly grab me and force a rag over my mouth. I scratch, trying to get the strong muscular arm off of me, but soon, my efforts prove fruitless as my world fades to darkness.

I wake up to a familiar scent that I can't quite place, but I know that it makes me uncomfortable. I'm chained to the wall with handcuffs in a dank basement.

"Hello?" I scream, my voice breaking. "Someone? Anyone! Help!" I scream as loud as I can. A tall figure comes into view, unknown to me. Something about him is familiar, his dead and cold brown eyes.

"Shut your damn mouth!" He walks up to me, screaming.

"Who are you?" I ask hostilely.

"Who am I? Well, Bea... I'm ashamed of you..." He smirks and walks in a circle around me. "You date my son, break up with him, make him go to jail with your ridiculous story,  and when he gets out after months in that place, you kill him. Sound familiar?" He says, ending his monologue, kneeling to get on my disadvantaged level.

"You're Jon's dad?" I ask quietly. He strokes my cheek, causing me to recoil in disgust. He slaps me against the face, making me fall back. I feel blood filling my mouth. I spit it at the floor. "What are you gonna do? Hit me? Just like your piece of shit son did? Kill me?" I dare, not feeling cowardly in the slightest.

"I'm going to hurt you so bad, you will be begging for death. I'll keep you alive as long as possible just to torture. Until that light in your eyes is sucked out. Like Jon's was." He yells. I suddenly realize how much this man wanted to make me suffer. His sadistic face makes me want to throw up and I'm incredibly sobered up.

"We both know I didn't kill Jon," I whisper as bravely as I can pretend to be.

"Liar! You're a liar!" He screams, taking a knife and jabbing it into my lower leg. I scream in sudden agony.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! Please, let me go!" I beg. His angered scowl didn't falter as he digs the knife deeper into my leg, twisting it agonizingly. It hits bone painfully and I scream until my voice becomes hoarse.

"Ah, that's what I like to hear out of you, rather than those ridiculous lies." He says, twisting the knife sadistically. Blood seeps out of my leg uncontrollably. "You know, Your face is too pretty." He says, bringing the knife close to my face. He starts cutting deeply into my cheek down to my mouth, causing me to scream louder than I knew was possible.

"Stop. Stop. Please." I beg, my chest rising and falling quickly. He draws back from my now heavily bleeding face to see my eyes starting to close due to lack of blood. My head rolls forward tiredly before he stops it. His knife is inches away from puncturing my eye, and I whimper softly. "Please. Leave me alone. I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"You aren't yet, but you will be." He says, grabbing salt and putting it in his hand.

"What are you doing? Stop! Get away!" I kick back with my good leg, before Jon's dad puts the salt into my leg wound. He rubs it in, his sadistic smile shining through. He's enjoying this.

"This is what you get for killing my son, you bitch!" He yells through my whimpers of pain. He gets done with that and gets really close to my face as if he were about to kiss me. His hot breath makes me shiver with fear. "I'm just getting started, sweetheart." He smirks.

I feel myself going limp, but before I do so, I hear the terrifying sound of a belt unbuckling and am terrified at what follows. I try to stay awake, but my leg was bleeding too much. Just as he was unbuckling his pants, my eyes closed and I openly accepted the painless dark.

Kris POV:

We reach the hospital and look around for Derek or anyone I recognize. My eyes flicker to Alex, the guy who caught Bea and me kissing. I run up to him, Olivia following closely.

"Alex!" I yell, grabbing his attention away from the incoming traumas. His face flashes in confusion.

"You're the girl that broke up with Bea. You broke her heart." He says angrily.

"They're back together now," Olivia informs.

"Not important. We think she's been kidnapped." His face pales when I say this.

"What?" He says quietly, dropping his hard and angry exterior. "What do you mean?"

"She got a text from a number claiming to be me with a new number telling her to meet them at the park. And we got there and there was nothing except her phone, which is broken." Olivia rambles quickly, trying not to cry as she spouts off the story.

"We were too late. I realized too late. She-" I start, looking down at the ground. "She's gone." My voice cracks.

"We'll find her. We will, okay? I gotta go tell everyone. I'll call the police. Tell them we have a missing person." He makes a mental list and runs away quickly. I feel my tears coming up again, and I start sobbing. Olivia supports me as my knees buckle with grief.

"Hey, it's okay. Shhhh..." She comforts in her soft voice. I can only imagine the pain my poor Rosie is in right now.

POV Beatrice:

I wake up after a while, everything hurting, but feeling different. I look down at my pants and notice that my privates are wet I gasp, knowing what that meant. He raped me. I sob into my hands. I don't know what exactly he did while I was out and that terrified me as much as the fact that he touched me.

I remember my leg and look down. It looked infected, probably from the salt. There is white pus coming out of the shallow part, but the rest of it is so deep I can't tell, but there are scabs inside the areas that are hit with air. It's somehow still bleeding, not a lot, but still. I wince, trying to touch it. The intact skin around and below it is grey, almost blue, and I can't feel it much.

I don't know how long I've been here. A week maybe? Longer? I see the familiar man come into the room.

"You're a m-monster." I cry in anguish.

I scream in agony as he hits me in the stomach. I double over in pain. I'm covered in bruises and blood. I've lost so much blood. There's no way I can survive this much longer.

"Please, stop," I beg quietly to the angry man above me.

"Shut up!" He screams, kicking me in the chest, making it harder to breathe. "Get up!" I do as he says and shift my body upwards slowly and painfully. Apparently, I was not going fast enough for him, because he grabs me by my blood-covered hair and pulls me up. I moan in pain and follow his jerky moves.

"Please, stop." I cry, grabbing his hands that are attached painfully to my hair. He slams me against a wall, leaving a bloodstain on the wall. I scream in pain. "Kill me. Kill me please!" I beg with tears flowing quickly from my bruised eyes

Alex POV
I can not believe what i just heard, my sister beatrice has been kidnapped. i can only imagine what horrible things could be happening to her causing tears to roll down my face.

im about to get discharged and then im going to meet up with kris and olivia to talk about what happened and how we can save bea. i text kris and olivia in a group chat we made

alex)so were meeting at my house at 4 right?
kris)yep
olivia) i might be a little late but i think i can make it by 5
alex)okay. my moms gonna be at work so we will have the house to ourselfs

i shut off my phone and place it on the table next to my bed. I barley got to know bea. but shes my sister and she understands me. i wouldnt be able to handle it if she died