Kidnapped

Chapter 11

(Lucy's POV)

I'm not sure how long its been. It feels like years have gone by but I know its only been a few months. Pain continues to sear through me every single day. Luke's infatuation with me is only growing. It's only fueling my desire to give up. He's taking me somewhere now. I wouldn't be surprised if it were to kill me.

Luke speeds down the road. I can feel myself becoming really fidgety. Where are we going? I'm too scared to ask. What if he's going to kill me? But then we pull into the parking lot of a fancy restaurant. Luke unlocks the doors and I slowly get out. He pulls on my hand and drags me to the entrance of the restaurant.

"Why are we here?" I ask, as we keep walking. Well, him walking and me being dragged, reluctantly.

"Since you wanted to be stupid about us last time, we're making it up. A date is where we're starting." He smirks.

"No. This isn't my fault. You can't do this to me. You won't if you claim that you 'love' me," I say, stopping in my tracks. I feel a large hand fly to my cheek. I lift my hand to hold my cheek as the blood rushes to it. It starts to sting and I know there's going to be a mark.

He doesn't speak as he grabs my wrist hard, ensuring to leave bruises. He drags me into the restaurant and sits us down after getting clearance from the host, who stares shamelessly at my cheek the entire time.

We sit down at the back of the restaurant out of sight of everyone, or at least most. A waitress comes and takes our order. I see from the corner of my eye that she's staring at my cheek, too. It still throbs painfully. She looks between us and frowns. The bruises are starting to rise on my wrists so I make it obvious that they're there so she can see. She must have taken the hint. She had to.

She walks away with a fake smile. She returns within a few minutes with our drinks.

The night was terrible. I hadn't eaten anything and Luke had to force or threaten me. He never let me get up, even to use the bathroom. When it was finally time to leave, Luke went to go wait in the car. Maybe he had a little too much wine to think to leave me alone. I then realize that his car is in view of our seat.

I get the bill and sign my name instead of Luke's. I grab a napkin and write a note. 'My name is Lucy McMillan. I have been kidnapped. I'm being held hostage in a cabin about thirty minutes from here. Please, help.' I put it in the checkbook thing.

I walk out with my head down. When I get to the car, Luke unlocks the door. I huff into the seat and buckle up. I lean my head against the glass and get ready for the 30 minute ride.

When we arrive, I head straight into the large cabin and go into Emma's room where I had been instructed to stay. When I enter, I ignore Emma's questions and go to the bathroom. I examine my face and it's red, almost like it would bruise.

Sighing, I leave the bathroom and back into the room and sit on the bed. Emma looks at me confused. When she notices my cheek, she hurries over. She examines it and sighs, frustrated. "Wait here. I'm going to go get you some ice in a bag," She tells me. I nod as she leaves the room.

She comes back a few minutes later with ice in a bag, like she promised. She gives it to me and I lay it on my face. I shy away from it at first, but eventually grow used to the cold. I fall back on the bed and sigh in an exasperated tone. There's a knock on the door before it slams open. Luke stands in the doorway glaring at us.

"Come on Lucy. We're going to have some fun," He says, smirking. I know exactly what he means when he says, 'fun.' I'm going to be raped, yet again. When he starts to come towards us, the doorbell rings. I sigh, relieved as he huffs and storms downstairs.

Emma and I look at each other confused as to who it could be. We run to the window and see a police car in the gravel road driveway. We look at each other and smile. Could this be our chance to finally get out of here? Excitement sets inside of me.

They exchange a few words. Luke puts his hand behind his back and touches something in the back of his pants. A gun. I quickly pound on the window and shout, "He has a gun!" But it's too late. Luke had already whipped out the small handgun and pulled the trigger. The officer lies dead on the ground with a bullet in the center of his head.

Emma and I both gasp at the gruesome sight. Luke glares right at me before he storms into the house. He barges into the room and yanks me into him. He drags me to his room and throws me onto the bed. He wastes no time in getting started with his 'fun.' I cry out in pain at the ruthlessness of his actions.

He keeps going and when he comes inside of me, I scream and scream. He rides it out and keeps going, tearing through me. Tears stream down my cheeks and I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff. When I'm finally pushed over, I black out as he keeps thrusting in and out of me, his face angry.

I wake up what felt like days later, but had only been a few hours. I'm lying in Emma's bed, curled in a ball. I start to cry as I remembered what Luke had done to me. Emma rubbed my back as I sobbed.

"How did I g-get in here?" I stuttered after calming down slightly.

"I knew what was happening so I waited for a while. When I went to go check on you, Luke's room was empty except for you lying unconscious on the bed. Carla came and helped me and we cleaned you up and brought you in here. Luke was outside getting rid of evidence from the shooting while we fixed you up," Emma says quietly, not once meeting my eyes.

"Thank you," I tell her and she smiles warily. "So, what now?" I ask her. I was usually the one deciding what we should do, but I'm so out of it and I can't think straight.

"Well, the girls and I arranged a meeting so we can get some things cleared up..." Emma trails, sort of unsure.

"Sure. When is it?" I ask.

"In a few minutes I think," She says.

I nod and we sit in silence. My body is aching all over, but I push myself through it to pay attention. Even though I've been raped more than once, it hurts worse every time. My body is on fire and it feels like I'm literally being engulfed in flames.

Emma sits up and leaves. She comes back a few minutes later with Carla. They both grab one of my arms and practically drag me to one of the rooms which I later find out to be Eliza and Kelly's room. We all sit in a circle in the middle of the room.

"We need to clear some things up. We need to figure out when you are planning on helping us, Lucy. Not to be rude or anything," Emma says, quickly.

"No, it's okay. Um, we need a volunteer to go with me when we escape," I says, looking around at all of the tired faces. Carla is first to raise her hand. I smile weakly at her and she reciprocates that smile. "Well, now that we have that, we need to think of a plan. It has to be when I'm recovered and we're both healthy. We need the rest of you to contribute to the plan, too. It has to be when Luke is least expecting it, too," I say. "Is everyone in?" I finish, almost nervously.

They all look at each other and nod. "Great, then let's think of a plan," I say.