What If I Can't Forget You?

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Alex's POV

I remembered halfway to the stage that Ian doesn't use a pick.

Something was off about him asking me to leave, and something was definitely off that Claire didn't follow me out.

I turned on my heel and booked it back to the room, shoving myself against the door. Someone shouted from inside. And there was banging and crying. Shit. Something is wrong.

"Jaime! Vic! Mike! Tony! Oh my God, someone! HELP!" I screamed. Vic, Mike, and Tony came sprinting down the hallway, some of them partially undressed, terrified and confused. Jaime came hobbling after, looking just as scared.

"What is it?!" Vic demanded.

"It's Claire. She's in there. I think- I think he's hurting her!" Almost as an answer, a blood-curdling scream came from the other side of the door. It sounded halfway like "help!" but we weren't sure. All we knew is that we had to get her out.

"Oh my God." Said Vic, looking desperate. " Oh my God!" He looked like he was on the verge of tears, yet very, very angry. He paced, looking at the ground. "What do we do??"

I'm not sure what disturbed me more- the fact that my best friend was getting hurt in there, or that my boyfriend was the one who was hurting her. This had to stop.

"Okay. I've got it. Stand back." Vic said, backing towards the other side of the hall.

"Vic, no. You're going to hurt yourself." Said Jaime, starting to move to hold him back.

Vic was already running. Before we could tell him to stop, he flung himself at the door, crashing into the solid material, flailing. The thick wood didn't budge, and he bounced off, landing on the floor.

"Dammit." He muttered under his breath. "Someone else try!"

Vic was obviously too small to dent the door, so Mike stepped to the end of the hall. He broke into a sprint, leaping at the door, feet first. Once again, our human battering ram bounced onto the floor.

"Fuck!" He said, climbing to his feet. "Let's go two at a time."

And two-at-a-time they went, Tony and Mike full-sprinting at the door, crashing into the wood. This time, the door gave an ugly jolt.

"Yes! Almost there!"

But they weren't. They ran and jumped multiple more times, losing just a little more hope every time they pounded into the door. The thing wasn't moving.

"Okay." Jaime said, finally. "Move." He strode to the other end of the hall. Another muffled scream from the room.

"Vic, call 911. Now." I said.

"Hime! Don't you dare..." Vic ignored me. Jaime looked over at his best friend, nodding that he'd be alright. Then, he ran.

It seemed like time was in slow motion as he leaped into the air, good shoulder first, and jump-kicked the knob.

The silver sphere toppled to the ground, and so did Jaime, yelping in pain.

The knob is gone, so that means the lock is too. Vic helped Jaime crawl out of the way as Tony and Mike positioned themselves to un-jam the door. They ran, they jumped, they crashed, and the door flew open.

Claire's POV

I wriggled around on the floor until I turned myself so that I was on my back instead of my face. I had banged my head on the floor, and my vision was spotted and blurry. I looked up to see Ian towering over me, looking down at me evilly. His stare went up and down my body, making me feel squeamish on top of all this emotion already erupting inside of me. I was so afraid, so scared of him.

He smiled in a twisted, sinister way. His hands slid down to his hips, and he started to slowly unbuckle his belt.

I screamed. I was hopeless.

Then, there was a crash and sound of metal hitting tile. The violent banging on the door ceased for a moment, and all was silent. Ian stared in that direction, frozen.

"Fuck..." He muttered. There was another giant crash, and the door exploded open.

I screamed, this time in joy, hoping that they would see me laying behind the couch. I couldn't see everything from my angle, but I did see Ian being forced against the wall by Tony and Mike. Vic and Alex ran directly to my aid, untying and embracing me.

"I'm okay, I'm okay! I'm alright..." I assured them, tears still streaking my face.

"Vic, please go call 911." I heard Alex say. When I looked at him, he was staring at me, overcome with emotion. He blinked a few tears out of his eyes, and kissed my forehead.

"I love you." He croaked, tears now running down his face. We smiled at each other, then he pulled out his phone and ran to the hallway.