She Told Me Not to Worry (SEQUEL to He Told Me Not to Tell) COMPLETE

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Demi's POV

"Kenzie!" I yelled as I was running through the mall after the man who had my daughter. Chaos erupted throughout the mall, and it only got worse wen he pulled out the gun.

I saw her get thrown into the van as it drove off, police quickly following.

I quickly dialed Nick.

"Hey," he answered casually.

"Nick they're leaving! They're getting away!" I yelled into the phone as I got in my car.

"What? Demi, what's happening?"

"They can't get away!"

"Demi, what's going on?"

"THEY'VE GOT KENZIE!" I screamed. I was so frantic, I couldn't even get my key to start my car. I slammed the steering wheel and yelled out.

I noticed Nick was no longer on the line. I didn't know what to do.

How could I let this happen again?

Nick's POV
I hung up on Demi and immediately pulled up the tracker. Kenzie's phone has a tracker in it that both Demi and I can check through our phones. She was heading to the next state over. I got in my car and sped down to the police station. I showed them the direction Kenzie's phone was going. The officer asked to keep my phone so they could continue tracking Kenzie.

"Only if I come, too," I told them.

"Sir, this is FBI business," they argued.

"You're saying you're going to grab her without anyone she knows with you?"

"That's how it works," the officer told me. We're wasting time. We need to get on the road."

He pushed pass me with my phone as he got with his squad, and they sped down the street.

I went to the mall to get Demi. I knew she'd still be there. She wouldn't be able to get the car to work in a situation like this. I know that.

Kenzie's POV

After what felt like eternity, the Van stopped.

The door opened, and Marked grabbed my wrist. I yelped before his hand went over my mouth again.

"Why do you always have to try to scream?" He asked, obviously not expecting an answer.

I know the house they were dragging me into. It's the same place they took me when I was five. They went back to the same exact place. What a couple of idiots! Mom has to find me now.

I was pushed the the floor, and my father knelt down in front of me. Her grabbed my chin with his hand, forcing me to look at him. His hateful eyes starred into mine.

"Just like your mother's," he whispered. He brought his mouth closer to mine, and I used my hands to try and push him away. I gasped as his free hand grabbed both of my wrists. He harshly kissed me, then stood up, shoving my wrists out of his hand. "Stay here. We've got to grab a few more beers before we give you your birthday present."

I was left alone in the dark room, which I preferred over having the two creeps with me.

I started to sob as I realized what was probably going to happen.

"Mommy," I whispered as I started curled up into a ball. "Mommy, please find me."

I reached for my phone, but realized it had dropped in the van.

I just hope they were smart enough to check the tracker.

It didn't seem promising. Too soon, the boys were back, even more drunk with each holding another bottle of beer that seemed to be freshly open. They turned on the dim lamp and dragged me to the bed.

"No, stop," I screamed.

The two looked at each other. Mark laughed coldly. "Remember her saying the same thing?"

"So long ago," my father added.

"Too long ago." Both of their speech was so slurred, I could barely understand what they were saying.

"Happy birthday, babe," my father told me before chugging the bottle of beer. He threw it on the ground. Glass and the remains of beer splattered everywhere as the two bursts out laughing. My father looked at me again. "Get on the bed. Come on, now, you remember."

I shook my head, pleading silently. Mark grabbed me as I yelped in both surprise and pain. He shoved me onto the old mattress and started climbing on my me. I kicked to get him off, and he slapped me hard on the face.

"Hey!" My father barked. "Now I don't want her looking ugly tonight. No bruises on her face!" He shoved passed Mark and started taking my shirt off.

"No!" I screamed as I fought against him. Once my shirt was off and my training bra was the only thing covering my upper half, he grabbed my wrists and held them above my head.

"Why do you want to make this hard, huh? You know I'm going to get my way. If it's easier on me, it's easier on you. I know you haven't forgotten that."

His breath reeked of a terrible combination of things I couldn't wen name. It smelt worse than just alcohol.

He started pulling my pants down. Once they were off, the two men both looked at my thighs. Mark traced his fingers across my scars. Then they looked at each other and bursted out laughing again. What the hell was wrong with these two?

All of a sudden, there was a loud bang, like the door was knocked down. A whole SWAT team fanned out through the house, grabbing Mark and my father as well as checking if anyone else was there. At this point, I was rushing to put my clothes back on. A man I didn't know led me out of the house. "Where's my mom?" I asked.

"She'll meet us at the hospital," the man answered.

"I don't need a hospital, I need my mom!"

There was a sudden gun shot, followed by a quick other one. I looked to see both my father and Mark on the ground.

"This way," the officer tried to guide me by taking my arm, but I pulled my arm away.

"No, I need my Mom!"

"I can take it from here," I lady said, taking the place of the irritated male officer. "Come on, honey."

"No!" I screamed, backing away from her. "We're going to get your mom. But we need to take you to the hospital to make sure you don't have any injuries."

"Nothing happened. I need my mom!" I said for the hundredth time.

"Listen, I know you're scared. But we're going to take care of you," she told me. I hesitated a little before following her to a squad car.

I need Mommy!