It's the end... (kidnapping story)

Chapter 9

Gerard's POV:
I hear screaming but think nothing of it, Alice looks worried so I guess I have to talk to her.
“So then... You're leaving soon?” I ask in a dissapointed tone.
She's silent for a while and then she says yes, I see she's about to cry but I don't know if I want to ask why, so I hesitantly ask.
“What's wrong?” she sits there silently not even considering my question, instead she walks out of the truck and starts running away.
I panicked and run outside with her but she's already running away.
“Alice, stop!” I call out to her but she keeps running.
“Please Alice! I... I don't want to lose you!” I shout on my knees.
I really didn't want to lose her at this point, she feels like my soul mate, the girl I've been searching for... All my life.
She suddenly stops and collapses on the path, I quickly run over to her and pick her up off the path, I carry her over to the truck again and rest with her on the lounge, why did she collapse like that?
Frank walks out of the bedroom with Tony, I give them a suspicious look as he drags her out of the truck.
“I'm taking Tony home” he shouts as the door slams shut, I'm almost scared for that girl, Frank's really rough with her.
Just as the door slams Alice wakes up, she looks at me with a weird kind of look and immediately jumps to her feet.
“You, you did this, what the hell did you do?!” she screams at me.

Alice's POV:
I was furious with him, what the fuck did he do.
I thought about going to the kitchen to get a knife but he'd know I was doing it.
“I didn't do anything to you Alice! Listen to me! Stop!” I won't listen to him I slap him across the face and yell at him again.
“What did you do!” I shout again.
He just looks at me like I'm crazy and starts backing away, I can see the heart break in his eyes. He didn't do anything, I stop shouting and hold my head in frustration.
“I'm sorry” I stammer, but he won't look at me, he's just sad, Looking at the ground.
“Maybe you should go, your parents probably miss you at home” he says still staring at the ground.
I just cry and run out of the truck, I don't know what happened but I felt like running, just running somewhere, I took off down the street and ran to the train tracks. I was alone with my thoughts and I was happy... For once I was just happy.

Happiness didn't last very long when I saw that the group of guys followed me here, I don't know how or why but they did. I was scared for my life as I ran up the tracks and into the fields, just plain fields, there was nothing... I could feel the grass move as they got in their van and started speeding towards me laughing and cheering as I tried to run away.
How did they find me?! I'm alone, nobody but these pervs know where I am, they'll probably rape me again and leave me for dead. I run as fast I can miles out into the fields of grass and I can feel myself slowing down, I stumble forwards as I continue running and picking up the pace. My breathing gets heavier and I feel light headed, I try to run but I just feel dizzy and trip over. Where the hell am I? I'm in the middle of no where, I don't even see the train tracks anymore, I feel myself passing out but I can't let that happen, I won't let that happen.
I try to stay awake as my vision blurs and black dots start appearing... I stumble around trying to get up properly but I can't. Then the van catches up to me, one by one they all step out of the van and crowd around me with ropes and gags. My eyes widen in shock as I process what's happening. My adrenalin helps me kick one of them in the junk and sprint away. But I hear them call out after me and they all start chasing me down, one of them who's extremely fast caught up with me and tackled me to the ground, I screamed in pain as my chest hit the ground.
He tries to pull me under him and pull off my jeans, but I kick him in the face, I continue running but as I'm running two men grab each of my legs and I face plant into the dirt. I scream and cry, desperately trying to flee, I have no idea where I am, I still don't see the tracks.
One of the men gets on top of me and rips off my 'My Chemical Romance' shirt, he eyes my chest and licks his lips, I poke him in the eyes and buck him off me. I don't even care that he has my favourite shirt now, I just want safety.
I run and run, most of the guys are far behind me so I slow down a litte.
Where the fuck am I?!