Deadly Alliance

7- Realization

"License plates, cards, IDs, cameras, anything! Just find them!"

Oliver was not at all happy. He doesn't know what Peyton plans on doing with Ryan, but he needs to find her. And also Ryan. Jones was so caught up in thought that he didn't see the Chief walk up to him.

"Jones, we're going to find them. Stop stressing."

"But that's the thing, Chief. I can't," Jones replied. "Ryan killed Peytons family and now she's kidnapped him. Things are not going good and I need to know why."

Chief sighed. "Well, you're the detective here." He walked off and left Jones pacing around.

If I was trying to disappear without many resources, where would I go?

Peyton turned the light on and watched as Ryan's body twitched. She walked over and cut the 2 ties off his ankles then punched him. The punch sent a small wave of pain through her side, but Peyton pushed it away as Ryan jerked awake.

"Get up," she said. Ryan tried, but couldn't with his thigh in so much pain. "Now!" She helped pull him to his feet and he stood there wobbling. Almost immediately, he ran at Peyton and pushed her against to wall. She kneed him where it hurts and kicked him back. He fell over since his hands were still bound and landed on the floor hard.

"Ugh!"

Peyton came over with a knife in her hand and grabbed his head. She placed the cool metal against his neck and slowly slid it across the skin. Drops of blood came out and Ryan winced. He moved his legs to kick her, but Peyton pulled out another, bigger knife that had a sharp curve on the end. She dug that curve up his entire leg, ripping his jeans and skin.

"Ahh! Please!"

Peyton stopped, stood and left the room.

This went on for 5 more days. Peyton would come in at least twice a day and hurt Ryan before leaving. He was still tied up and laying on the hard blood-stained floor. Peyton had come in and given him some water a couple times and a little food. 

Jones and the police and detective team could not find a trace of their whereabouts. They were tired and frustrated at the lack of information, but kept on looking.

Peyton opened the door and turned the light on. She cut the remaining ties off Ryan's wrist and went to the opposite side of the room. Ryan moved his arms in front of him and winced at how bad it hurt. His wrists were red and purple with blood around it from the plastic digging into his skin. Ryan laid there in pain as Peyton just watched. The room was silent besides the shallow breathing from him. After awhile, Ryan opened his eyes and looked at Peyton for a second before attempting to move. He crawled over to the wall and leaned against it- exhausted by the time he got there. Ryan's breathing slowed down to normal and the 2 just sat there in silence. 

"I'm..." Peyton didn't finish and stared at the floor as Ryan looked to her. She left quickly and shut the door. When it was secured, she slid to the ground and for the first time since that terrible night, she cried. Peyton mourned for her family and embraced the tears streaming down her face. She tried to be quiet, but she bet a few sobs made their way through the metal door. 

What have I done?