Rich Boy Problems

Chapter 15 Freedom

I don't keep track of the time, but by the time they get back, it's starting to get dark.

Jake walks on first followed by Jess, Jaxson, a boy that I've never seen before, Dad, and Mr. Nolan. I look at the guy that came with them; he can't be much older than me, and looks like he's in pain. Was he also kidnapped at some point?

I turn to look at Jake, and Jess. Jake looks fine, but Jess has blood on her. I get up to talk to her, but Jake stops me. "She won't talk to you, and you can't touch her, she'll freak out."

"Why?" I ask.

"I don't know. They did something to her. They guy, Ryder, came out with her. I've only seen her talk to him and Jaxson."

"What did they do to her?" I ask sinking into my chair. I watch as she sits down and Jaxson and Ryder sit on either side of her.

Dad sits next to me and sighs. "What did they do to her?" I ask.

"She experienced something that nearly broke her, what she needs right now is comfort." He tells me.

Jessica's P.O.V.

I look at Ryder, well his back. All I can see is blood. He rolls over to face me. He slowly reaches out and pulls the gag out of my mouth, and I do the same for him.

"A-are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm fine, you're not."

"W-what makes you say that?"

"Your back, and your stuttering." I say.

"N-no I'm not."

"You just did."

"I-I'm fine, really."

"Boys, you're all the same." I mutter.

He laughs a little, but stops right away. "That hurt." He whispers. I don't say anything; I just look at the ground. I can't even imagine what he went through. Correction I don't want to imagine what he went though.

He reaches out and grabs my hands that are still tied. "I- it's going to be fine. Y- your parents will pay and you'll be h-home and safe."

"No, he's pissed. I'm not going to be fine. If I go home, they'll probably send me in a box. I'll be dead. My body will go home, I won't."

The only reason he's kept Ryder alive is because they have a use for him. It's against his will but at least he's alive, and has a warm, somewhat safe place to live. It's safe for him when he listens, and behaves. They don't have a use for me, at least I hope they don't."

"Y- your thinking is to negative Kitten."

"My thinking is more practical." I tell him.

"Sa- sadly, you might be right." I know I am.

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I don't know how long we've been laying here. All I know is that it's been hours. Ryder and I haven't talked much, but I can still tell that his back is hurting him. He still has a hold of one of my hands. There are times where he squeezes them, and I don't think he realizes that he's doing that.

The older man hasn't been in to check on us either. That's what's really scaring me. He has to be planning something. Whatever he's planning, I don't want to be a part of it.

A while later, as the sun starts to set, the older man walks in. He grabs Ryder's hands from mine, and drags him away from. He drops him on his back, and I can hear Ryder gasp for air, that had to hurt. He also puts the gag back in his mouth.

He then comes back over to me. He kicks me so I'm on my back. He gets down on his knees, putting one on either side of me, preventing me from kicking him.

This isn't good. There is no possible way that this could end well. "This won't hurt." He whispers.

"No!" I yell trying to move, but he grabs my wrists, and pins them above my head.

"Shhh..."

"No!"

He shuts me up by smashing his lips on mine. I scream, but he muffles it. I squirm, but he presses his legs into mine, and he presses my wrists into the ground. I can barely hear Ryder yelling through his gag, but he is, he's yelling at the older guy to stop.

I throw my head to the side breaking the kiss. He looks at me for a second and then slaps me. Hard. Tears threaten to come, but don't until he grabs my hair, pulling it so I'm facing him.

He starts kissing me again. He moves his hand from my hair and moves it to my waist. No, No! This can't be happening. I try to struggle, but he's too strong.

His hand slides up and under my shirt. He moves it slowly as I keep trying to struggle. I don't like this at all. He digs his fingernails into my wrist to stop me from moving. Why is this happening?

"Let her go." I hear a voice say. The man chuckles, and quickly moves us, so we're standing. He has a knife to my throat, and his other arm is wrapped around me so my arms are pinned to my side.

"Let her go." The voice says again. Looking towards the sound, I see my dad and a man. They both have guns.

"Go ahead and shoot me. I'll just slit your daughter's throat on the way down."

The look on their faces doesn't change. "You don't have to do this." The other guy says.

"No, I don't, but I can." He says pressing the knife into my neck, causing me to cry out.

Dad moves and I hear a gunshot from behind me, and suddenly I falling, the weight of the guy pulling me down. I just sit there; I know I'm covered in blood. That fact is disturbing. I don't want to be covered in his blood. I don't want to be here at all.

Jaxson comes up from behind me, with my dad following. "Jess?" Jaxson asks. "Are-are you okay?" He doesn't reach out of try to touch me.

"Jess? Jessica?" Dad asks. I filch and bury my face in my knees. He sounds so much like the other guy. He's not him though, he's my dad. He won't hurt me, right?

"Jessica? Jaxson asks, gently placing a hand on my shoulder. I flinch, but relax after a few seconds. "Come on Jess, let's go home." He coxes. I nod my head, and slowly get up.

"Mr. Kagan, what about this young man?" The other guy asks, holding one of Ryder's arm, so he doesn't go anywhere."

"He could be a trap of some sort." Jaxson says from above me. "We'll let him explain." Dad says causing me to flinch again. "Go ahead son."