Run Away From The Pain

No More No More

I floated in and out of consciousness for a while.
I didn't know exactly how long, which didn't help, considering my knowledge of time was already pretty fucked up.
I mean, I barely knew how old I was, or how long I was gone from home for; though I'm pretty sure I'm like... 19 or 20. 

I heard voices, and beeping sounds.
I felt sharp stabbing pains in my arms, and my lungs. 

"Alexandra... can you hear me?" a disant voice called out to me. "Squeeze my hand if you can hear and understand me.."
I felt a hand grasp mine, and I tried so desperately so apply pressure to the grip on my hand, but all I could do was move my index, and middle fingers. 

"She moved a finger! That counts right?!" The voice called out, desperatly. 

"We'll see." Another voice answered.

I tried to think about where I was, and how I could've possibly gotten here, but nothing was coming to min-

No.... He got me. I'm unconscious and tied to a bed somewhere... That's the the stabbing pain in my arm is.... He's got me handcuffed to the bed. 
I... I need to find help. Maybe if he's not home, I can scream loud enough for someone to hear. 

'Hello?!' I called out 'Please! Someone help me!'
I continued screaming for help, but no one was answering me. 
I heard the door open, though I couldn't see anything. My world was pitch black.
It was my last chance. 

A scream tore its way through my lungs, and my body shot up off the bed I was lying in, and my eyes peeled themselves open. 
I never stopped screaming. I could feel my throat being torn up. 

"Alex!! Guys, she's awake!" An attractive man with long curly, dark hair, called out of the door.
Suddenly, people poured into the room.
A similar looking man, to the one that called my name, walked into the room, followed by a shorter man with curly blonde hair, and chops, a taller man with long straight blond hair, and a morose looking man with curly dirty blonde hair. 

"Wh.....Who are you people?!" I yelled, backing myself into the head board of the bed I was sitting on. "Where am I?!"
Tears were streaming down my face.

"First off... do you know who you are?" A man wearing a white lab coat walked up to me. 

"Yeah, I'm Ale-" I paused thinking... I don't know any of these people... I don't see him here... but what if he's got spies. I've never seen these people before, so maybe they've never seen me? If I can lie about who I am, then I can get out of here, without him noticing. "I'm Kaylee."

"Oh, thank god." The attractive man with the curly dark hair whiped tears from his eyes. 

"The fuck do you mean, thank god?!" The man with the straight dark hair asked him. "She doesn't even know her own name!"

"No!" Curly, dark hair answered back, "She does... That's what she told me when we first met... It's because she's scared He'll find out, and find her..." He trailed off. 

Memories flooded my mind, most were terrible, and some others were good. I saw my mother and Father, and Brother in my dreams. I missed them more than anything. 
I saw Him in alot of the memories that came back. He was hurting me. Scarring me.
I also saw them.... I saw these men standing in front of me, before. 
They looked so familiar, but I couldn't place my finger on who they were. 

"Alex... What's your real name..?" The man in the lab coat gave me a serious look. 

"Alexandra Hastings." I sighed, and looked down at the tube in my arm, then back up at the man. "Where am I? Why is there a tube in my arm?"

"You're in the hospital." The short blonde with the chops, stepped forward. Something about him comforted me. He seemed like a large teddy bear. 

"Why?" I questioned. 
Everyone stayed silent for a long time. 

"An overdose of Cocaine knocked you out. You've been in a coma for a week." The guy in the lab coat answered, which I'm assuming means, he's my doctor.

"But..... But I haven't snorted coke since..." My eyes teared up.

"Since He had you.... right?" The dark curly haired man stepped forward, with sadness pooling in his chocolate eyes. 

"How do you know about that?" I snapped. "Who are you guys, anyway?!"
They all looked so broken hearted. The one closest to me, with the curly hair, the beautiful chocolate brown eyes, and the fullest lips I think I've ever seen, began to cry a bit.

"I'm Steven." He said, wiping a tear from his eye. 
"I'm Joe." The similar looking man responded afterwards. 

"Tom." The one with the long straight blonde hair. 
"Joey." The teddy bear looking guy.
"Brad." The last one with the curly dirty blonde hair responded. 
They all waved slightly.

Another pang of memories flooded my mind.
I was hanging out with them, on a comfortable looking bus.
And in a hotel room.... We... we were all lying on the same bed together..
And in a dressing room.... two different memories hit me at once.
I was backed into a corner, pointing a knife at the one named Steven... and the other one... I was locked in a dressing room... hearing pounding at the door, and screaming... alot of screaming. There was a cold hard, glass bottle with a straw, in my hand, but I couldn't read the label, or see the contents of the bottle. 
Then everything went black. 

"I don't snort coke...." I gasped. "That's a lie! I don't snort coke! You guys drugged me and kept me here, so he would find me!"
Tears began to fall down my face. 
"I... I haven't snorted coke since... since..."

The memory replayed itself in my mind... Me running away, and hiding in a bush, and then going back and finding his gun, and his stash of coke.
I hid in the nook I made, and snorted it all, just to piss him off. 

The tears blinded my eyes, and burned as they cut down my cheeks. 

"Alex..." Joe sighed, and Steven held up a hand to stop him. 

"This is all my fault." He sighed, dashing more tears from his eyes. "No more drugs... for any of us. We're trying so hard to stay sober, now... This... this isn't good. I put you here. I'm so so sorry." 

"I....." I couldn't think of anything to say... 
I don't remember how I got here.. or how I met these people. 
How I knew them, or why there were here for me. 

"We're going to keep you here for a few more days.." The doctor cut in. "We need to make sure you're stable. Your vitals look clear, for now. But we want to make sure theres no permanent damage from the drug use. We can contact a rehabilitation center, if you need help, an-"

"No.." I cut him off. "I don't need rehab... I don't even do drugs. I just need to get home." 

"Very well, Ms. Hastings." The doctor smiled. "You'll be free to go on Thursday." He turned to walk out of the room. 

"Wait!" I called back, stopping him in his tracks. "What day is it today?"

"Monday." Everyone chimed in. 

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I spent the next two days, doing nothing but mulling over all the memories that constantly seemed to flood my mind. 
I couldn't make sense of any of them. I couldn't remember how, when, or why they took place. 
Though I knew their names, I couldn't make sense of all the times I've had with Steven, Joe, Brad, Tom, or Joey. 
I still haven't eaten anything.
With that thought, the door creaked open, as Joey and Tom entered in with a tray of food, and placed it on the little table next to me. 

"We brought you something from the cafeteria..." Joey smiled.

"Yeah, we thought you'd be hungry, considering you haven't eaten in a while..." Tom sighed. 

"Thanks, but I'm not hungry." I looked at my hands, which were curled up in my lap. 

"Alexandra..." A voice from the doorway startled all of us. I looked up to see.... Him.
"You haven't eaten in days... honey. You need to be strong for when I take you home, tomorrow." 
He took a few steps into the room.

The air hung around me, like a thick cloud of black smoke, choking me.
I began to hyperventilate, and I felt like I was going to pass out. 

"I refuse to go anywhere with you." I hissed.

"You're coming, whether you like it or not." He snapped. 

"She said she's not fucking going... so back off, asshole!" Joey shot up, and tackled him.
Though Joey wasn't very big, and He was almost twice the size of Joey, he was taken down with ease. 
Joey repeatedly punched him in the face, until Tom had to pull Joey back.

Tom flipped him over, so he was stretched, lying on his stomach, with his arms secured behind his back. 

"Joey, go get the rest of the guys, and call the cops!" Tom said, as Joey sprinted out of the room.

I just sat on my bed, hyperventillating, with my knees curled up against my chest. 
I couldn't believe what had just happened. 
"T-thank you." I muttered to Tom, who was looking at me with a sparkle of accomplishment in his sad eyes. 

"No problem, darlin'." He smiled, just as the Steven, Joe, Brad, Joey, and a man in uniform entered the room. 

"Officer! Arrest this man, for the kidnapping, rape, torture, and stalking of this young girl." Joey snapped at the man standing behind them in a blue button up shirt, and black slacks, with a black rimmed hat attop his head. 
He nodded, and stepped over to Tom.
"Please get off of him, sir." He officer knelt down, so grasp His hands, which allowed Tom to stand up, and resume position next to me, and my tray of food. 
The officer slapped shiny silver handcuffs on his hands, securring them behind his back, as he stood up. 

"Sir, you are under arrest, for the kidnapping of Ms. Alexandra Hastings. You have the right to remain silent, anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law..." His voice slowly faded, as he led my kidnapper out of the room, and down the hospital corridor. 

"I........I'm free." I gasped. "He's finally in custody..." 

"You're safe," Steven grinned from ear to ear. "Now, eat something, and then get some sleep. You're getting out of here, tomorrow."