Run Away From The Pain

Confessions

There was a sickening clench in my stomach as I heard the phone ringing.
I looked around the hotel room. Only Steven was in here, sitting next to me on the bed, for support.
I gave him a nervous look, and he just smiled, and mouthed "I'm here."
Finally the line clicked on, and I heard a womans voice.

"911, what's your emergency." The monotone woman droned on.

"H-hi. I need to report a kidnapping." I stuttered, and began to shake uncontrollably. 

"Where was the kidnapping, and do you know who the victim is?" The woman asked.

"Y-yes." I sighed. "I was the victim. I was kidnapped a few years ago, but I'm not sure how many. I escaped last night. I'm safe now, but I don't know where he is, and I'm not with any family at the moment, but I do have some friends here to help me." I could feel the tension rising. As I blurted it all out, Joe, and Joey both walked into the room, and stopped dead in their tracks as they heard what I was saying into the phone. 
They both stood in the doorway with completely dumbfounded expressions on their face. 

"Where was the man last seen, and do you know his name? What's your name?" The operator continued asking me questions. 

"My name is Alexandra Hastings. I... uh..." I breathed heavily, and couldn't control myself. I burst into tears, and began to hyperventillate, trying to get out my words between each heave. "I.. think.. his.. name.. is.. Richard.." 

"Ma'am, please calm down. Take deep breaths. Would you like me to send an ambulence? I will already send a detective to speak with you about the mans wareabouts. Where are you right now?" She dropped the monotone drole, and replaced it with a tone filled with concern. 

"I'm at the Hilton Hotel in....in ..." I paused, trying to regain my bearings.
Steven mouthed "San Diego." To me, so I could respond to the operator.

"I'm in room 1025, of the Hilton Hotel in San Diego." I spoke a little more confidently.

"Okay, ma'am. Please stay there. I have a dispatcher and a detective on their way. Would you like me to stay on the line with you?" She asked.

"No. I have people here to keep me company. Thank you though." I sighed with relief. 

"You're welcome. Good Luck." She said, and then hung up. 
I set the phone down, and then curled up into a ball, resting my back on the large pillows of the bed. I began to hyperventillate again, so I shut my eyes really tight and tried to slow my breathing.
Steven scooted himself closer to me, and contemplated trying to touch me or not. After a few moments, I felt his strong arms wrap around me, and pull me onto his lap. He stroked my hair, and whispered in my ear.

"Shhh. It's going to be okay. The detectives are coming, and soon they'll catch this guy. You're with us now. The band and I will protect you. We promise." He sighed and then kissed the top of my head.

I lifted my head up, and looked at Joe and Joey who were now sitting on the other bed, facing us; still utterly shocked. 

"I guess, you guys deserve an explanation, huh?" I sighed, as they both nodded.
I closed my eyes and took another deep breath, as I let out my story. 

"A few years ago, I was kidnapped... abducted, if you will... And I was locked in a basement in some creeps house. I have no idea where I was or how long I was there for. My kidnapper... he beat me. Abused me, mentally, physically, sexually... anyway you could think. Every time I tried to escape, he'd beat me more and more. It was brutal. I wished with every fiber of my being that I would've just died. That one day, he would just go berzerk and literally kill me. I mean, He's threatened to do it so many times, so I never understood why he wouldn't just do it.. ya know?"

"Well, yesterday afternoon, he told me he would take me out somewhere, but he never said where... so he told me to get ready. Then he blindfolded me, and took me to your concert. I somehow got free, and beat him back, so I could get a head start. I began running down this long corridor, and eventually stumbled upon Steven's dressing room, and I locked myself in there... and Well... I guess you know the rest, because I'm here, with you guys, and not with him, or lying in a ditch on the side of the road, somewhere."

I realized that Steven's arms were still coiled around me, while I was sitting on his lap. 
I took a deep breath, and opened my eyes, looking at Joe and Joey to see their reactions. 
They both were completely in tears.

"Oh my god..." Joe gasped. "If I would've known... I wouldn't have been such a dick back on the tour bus..." 

"I'm so sorry." Joey cried out, wiping tears from his eyes. 

"Holy shit... Are.... Are you okay?" We all turned to see Tom and Brad standing in the door way. I guess they heard the whole story, because they also wore broken hearted expressions on their faces, and sorrow filled their eyes. 

"I.... I don't know." I sighed and looked down at my hands. 

"We're all here for you." Steven kissed my shoulder, and I shuttered at the touch, but didn't flinch away. "We always will be."

~~~~~~~~~

After the detective came, and I gave him all my information, on myself, and my kidnapper, he promised to keep me updated and suggested that I stick with the band's body guard until we reached New Jersey. 
He took a few photos of the scars and bruises on my body, and also a few of himself with the band, then he was on his way. 

Brad and Tom made their way back to their hotel rooms, as Joey and Joe did the same. 
Steven and I shared a room, because I didn't want to sleep alone, though we made sure the room had two different beds. I wasn't quite ready for really any physical contact. 

I washed my face, and brushed my teeth, and then climbed under the white linen comforter, and slowly drifted to sleep.