Stars around Scars *editing*

Chapter Two

Erin POV

My head pounds against the dusty cement floor. In between each throb I am prying my eyes open. My eyes lock with a locked basement door and my blood runs cold. I try to stand up and get to the door but my arm is numb and my head is still pounding from the drug. I fall back onto the floor clutching my head while regaining feeling in my cut arm. I look back up again and look around, I need to get out of here. There is an open light bulb above me and a wide variety of blood stained weaponry lining the cement walls.

I can feel my heart rate pick up as my memories flood back, I remember everything. Jay probably found the blood and opened a case already, what time is it? Right, no windows in this hell hole.

I hear the bolts shift, my adrenaline kicks in and I am on my feet. "Hello Erin, it's really great seeing you here."

Who the hell is this guy? Nobody has been following us home, no weird phone calls, nothing at work either. He is at least half a foot taller than Jay, brown hair and a few tattoos on his neck.

"Wow you really don't remember, I guess things like this just come and go for people like you". He chuckles while walking slowly around me.

He is just trying to get into my head, my name is easy to access. I hope Jay caught red lights on the way home. He could be here if this guy was not working alone.

"Well I am Sam Applegate. That's the least of your worries sweetheart. You are the infamous Erin Lindsay! One of the only people with deep connections to Hank Voight and Intelligence." He continues to walk around me almost excited for whatever is to come.

Every ounce of blood inside of me is screaming to keep my mouth shut. But I am not sure how long that will last.

What Sam did comes back to me. If I use this against him might only make this worse but if I stay silent... My breath hitches remembering what happened with Jay and Keys.

"Well you were stupid enough to kill a kid. We found him pretty easily." I pray I can have the upper hand with this statement. Even though I know I will not, I may have just dug my grave.

"I don't think you understand the leverage I have... prepare yourself." He replies with malice.

He jumps at me, shoving a taser into my ribs. I drop immediately feeling excruciating pain as I lose consciousness.