Destruction

Chapter 14

(Lucy's POV)

I've recognized so many people, but I can't figure out from where. I've been having horrible nightmares lately about me getting kidnapped and tortured and raped. I'm scared that some of them actually happened.

The doctor comes in. "Lucy, I would like to run a series of tests, okay? I'm going to tell you some things, and you tell me if you remember, alright?" I nod, urging him to continue. "What do you think about kids? Would you like to have any?" He asks carefully.

I frown, thinking. Suddenly a memory comes. I close my eyes, watching as it plays in my head. "I can't have any," I whisper. "My kidnapper made sure of that." I remember his face, but I can't for the life of me remember his name.

"You're right. You remember when the doctor told you that?" He asks. I nod, frowning at the memory.

We go over a few more things and I remember bit and pieces of memories. "No, I'm done. Get out, get out!" I shout. I rub my head vigorously. Inside, I'm hoping I'll rub my head so much that my memories will just come back.

The doctor frowns trying to speak, "No! God, this is so fucking frustrating! Get the hell out! I'm done, get out!" I scream.

He sighs, walking out. I stomp around my small room, glaring. I scream in frustration, banging my hands on the table. The rattle causes a glass to fall over and shatter.

I stare at it, frowning. My rage flares again and I knock the stand over, screaming. Before I can do anymore damage, nurses are rushing in. One has a syringe and she quickly injects me with it.

My vision becomes blurry from tears as I cry, "I just want to remember. I just want to remember."

Spots form in front of my eyes and I sigh, letting calm take over. Soon I've fallen limp in the nurse's arms.

When I wake up, I remember something. I remember being in a room with another guy and trashing it. I nearly did it a couple times, actually. I haven't told anyone of this, though. I just want to keep everything to myself and see how it goes. I'm tired of being asked questions so I told the doctor and the detective that I wasn't participating in questions today.

I sit down in the room, looking at a bunch of pictures the police guy left with me. I remember their faces, but not names. With some of them, I can remember the first letter of their name. I don't know what else, though. 

I rub my head, trying my best not to have another episode. Picking up the phone, I decide to call Hotchner. He can help me. 

"Hello?" A gruff voice speaks over the line. 

"Hotchner? It's Lucy," I say. 

"Lucy, hi. What's going on? Are you okay?" He rushes. 

"Oh, um, I'm fine. I was actually wondering if you could help me out with something. Could you possibly take me to the place things went down with Luke? You know, the place he took all of us," I whisper. 

There's silence on the other line and I sigh, looking down. I silently beg him to accept. "Uh, yeah, I guess." 

I breathe a sigh of relief and hear the line go dead. I rush around my room, looking for something to wear. I plop down on my bed when I can't even find the clothes I was run down in. 

I just sit there until Hotchner shows up. He comes in, a bag on his shoulder. "I figured you wouldn't be able to find any clothes," He says. He passes me the bag and I take it, heading towards the bathroom. When I look inside the bag, I find a pair of skinny jeans and a black t-shirt. There's chucks in there and socks. He even put a bra and underwear in there. 

I change into the bra and underwear first and then slip into the skinny jeans and t-shirt. I walk out, meeting Hotchner. He gives me a questioning look and I nod. We walk out and leave the hospital. He leads us to his car and I slide in. When I get comfortable in the seat, my knee bounces up and down. 

The drive is relatively long and all I want to do is sleep. I'm tired and annoyed and sleep seems really nice right now. I'm just about to get into a comfortable enough position when we start winding down a dirt road. "Are we almost there?" I ask. 

He just nods, sighing. When we pull up to the house, my eyes go wide. The thought of being stuck here for as long as anyone says makes me worry. We get out of the car and Hotchner immediately grabs my arm, leading me up the stairs. 

We enter a room and I look around, my eyes wide. A memory flashes before my eyes. 

I wake up on a large king sized bed. My hands are no longer bound nor are my feet. I observe my surroundings. I'm in a large room with a walk in closet. The window is huge. I could tell we were on the second floor because of the top of the tree at the window. 

The theme colors of the room were black and white. There's a large black dresser in the corner of the room along with a television on top. It's at least a 40-inch flat screen. I hear footsteps so I quickly act like I'm asleep. 

No use though, "Wake up, whore!" I hear someone yell at me. When I open my eyes, I'm greeted by the cold eyes of a woman. Great, he has an accomplice. Along with the creepy driver. I stand up.

She points in front of her, instructing me to stand there. I do as told. She bends down next to my ear and speaks, "Luke wants you downstairs in the living room. I suggest you get your scrawny ass down there." Her voice drips with bitter-sweetness.

I nod and walk downstairs, aware of her presence behind me. I keep going until I arrive at the living room. I gasp at what I see. There are 6 girls standing there. One of them is at least only 8 or 9. The rest seem to be about my age.

I break down into tears when I see someone I know. Chloe. She runs to me, not worrying about Luke or anyone else. They let us have our moment. We cry into each others shoulders. She apparently shares the same room as me.

We were eventually separated and I take a look at the other girls. They were all at least 18 or 19 except the little girl. Though, I noticed, the little girl had no bruises whatsoever. The others were covered in them.

The memory stops like the ending of a movie. "I remember being in here that first day they brought me. There was some lady. I remember going downstairs and seeing Chloe. I don't remember anything else, really."

"That's good, Lucy. That's great. Come on, let's keep going." 

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