Dark (The Past Never Changes)

Chapter 28

Kaylee's P.O.V.

I closed my eyes for a little, hoping to rest them a little bit, but the door opens suddenly. I look up to see an unfamiliar guy walk in and throw a girl on the floor opposite from me. She wasn't facing me and I couldn't see her face. She wore a navy blue hoodie and denim jeans. I kind of recognize her hair, it was a light blonde with dirty blonde roots. I didn't want to believe it but everything in me was telling me that this was one of my best friends.

"Bree." I spoke quietly, do to my weakness.

She groaned and shuffled around a bit, but she still didn't turn over or wake up. She must have been drugged to.

"Bree, wake up." I call. I wanted to scoot over to her, but my body was too weak.

She groans again but, her body finally turns around and her green eyes flutter open. It is Bree. I'm wondering why she's here, but I'm a little relieved to see her. Her eyes widen and she looks up at me.

"Kaylee." She cries. "I thought I would never see you again." She tries to get up, but just like me she is too weak.

"You're seeing me now." I try to comfort her.

"Where are we?" She asks.

"I don't know." I answer honestly.

"They'll find us." She says and finally manages to get up and lean against the wall. She hangs her head low, indicating she has a head ache. I know so much about her, it's almost scary.

"Who?" I question.

"Harry, and Ashton. Apparently Calum is a tracker, and when the guy took me, he didn't take my phone. So Harry is still on the line while the van is outside. They'll come for me and find both of us." She whispers. A little bit of hope runs through me.

"Good." I smile. We don't get too much more time to talk before Alex comes back.

"Good to see you again Bree." He smirks.

"Why are you doing this?" She asks.

"I'm doing this for a lot of reasons. I don't have time to tell you about these reasons." He chuckles.

He comes over to me and reaches into his pocket. He pulls out a pocket knife and pulls me from the wall. I feel the tape used to tie my hands together loosen and I bring my hands to the front side of my body. I peel the tape from my skin, and rub my wrists. It's relieving to move them in a different position. My bit of hope fades as Alex's much stronger hands grab my wrists and hoist me up. His height is a little towering to mine, but then again I'm pretty slouched from not having proper posture for the past almost two days. He pushes me onto the bed and I try to get away but one of his helpers comes and ties my wrists and ankles to the bed.

I start to panic. This is it. This is my last living day on Earth. He's going to rape me, then kill me, and who knows what will happen to Bree. I look over at her and she looks terrified. I feel terrified.

"You sick bastard." She yells at Alex.

"Jason, take care of your bitch!" He snaps. I look back to her and a male, much like Alex, backhands Bree's face. She falls over crying in pain.

"No! No! I will do anything you want me to do, with out attitude or complaint if you promise not to hurt her again. She's not a boxer, she's not trained to take it like I am. You'll kill her on three blows." I beg him.

"Will you now? Jason, don't hit her again." He turns to him and Jason leaves. "Don't make a noise." He whispers in my ear as his hands travel up my thighs and underneath my shirt.

He pulls away from me and takes his knife back out. He cuts my shirt and then does the same with my shorts. After he gets off the clothing he puts the knife on the floor and takes off his clothes. I look at Bree and she's back up against the wall and her head is hung down, not watching what's going on. I'm glad she's not cause I know this is killing her inside.