Trapped: Kidnapped With Patrick Stump

Chapter 4

Patrick's POV

I wake up, startled. Then I remember everything that happened. Being kidnapped. Meeting Liz. Being tortured. Getting stabbed. Falling asleep with Liz.

I struggle to understand what Alec's motives are. He kidnaps a little girl, who's a nobody and a man in his 30s who's in a famous band.

It's only my third day here and I already feel like dying. I have a cut across my face and a stab wound in my leg. But I can't die. I can't stand the thought of leaving a little girl here alone. He could punish her more for my actions.

What about Fall Out Boy? What's going to happen to them? What if I never see Pete or Joe or Andy again? They're my best friends, we're practically brothers. And Elisa! She's pregnant! She's supposed to have the baby in about a month. What if I don't get out of here in time to see my own son's birth? What I never see my son? He could grow up without a father. Elisa could marry again. What if I do get out of her, but she's dating, or worse, married to someone else?

I need to stop thinking like this. Liz and I will get out. She'll go back to her family. She'll see her friends. She'll go back to school. She'll live a normal life. I'll see Elisa. I'll see my son's birth. Fall Out Boy will finish the album. We'll go on tour. I'll meet more fans. Life will be great again. Life will have meaning again.

I'm surprised Alec hasn't come down yet. Yesterday he was here at sunrise. The sun is already up, my guess is it's about noon already.

"No. No. No! NO!" I look at Liz in my lap, she's screaming and thrashing around in her sleep.

"Liz! Liz! Wake up! It's just a dream!" I start shaking her, hoping to wake her.

"NOOOO!" She opens her eyes and looks around frantically.

"Hey, it was just a dream."

"No no no. It wasn't just a dream. It's real!"

"What's real?"

"Him!"

"Who is he?"

"Alec!" She was dreaming about yesterday. I pull her into a hug and she accepts it gratefully. I would say it's over now, but the truth is, it's just beginning with her waking up.

"Come on, do you wanna eat?" I ask softly. She nods her head and I grab the bread and water. We both eat our slice and take a sip of water.

Then I hear footsteps coming downstairs.

"Ah great! You're both awake! I bet you're both asking yourselves, 'what happens on Mondays?' Well I have the answer! So I really don't like Mondays, so I'll sleep in, meaning you can too. So, I'm usually angry on Monday, but who isn't? It's the beginning of the week! So think of yourselves as my own personal punching bags. No knives no weapons. Just me and you. Seeing that you just ate, I won't do anything now, but later, quite defiantly. I'll see you two later!" Alec says then leaves.

"What does he mean Patrick?" Liz asks.

"It means he won't be as mean as he was yesterday." I say trying to keep her calm. It's not fair a 10 year old has to live through this. It'll stay with her forever. We need to get out.

But today won't be that day. Alec is a tall, strong man. I'm 5'4", not much taller than Liz. He could easily take us both out in a second if we tried to escape.

We spend about an hour enjoying the company of another person who isn't trying to kill us. Then he comes back.

"Up! Up!" He cries and we stand immediately. I wince as I put weight on my injured leg for the first time since yesterday.

He walks over to me and grabs my shoulder and drags me to another room. It's still the same type of room, concrete with a little window. Though this one has a different set of chains. These look adjustable from the ceiling and ankle cuffs on the ground against the wall. He leads me over to one set of them and hastily shoves my arms and legs into the restraints. He tightens the ones around my wrists so that my arms are held straight up and the only thing I can move is my head. Finally, he pushes my head in a restraint that I didn't see before and I'm completely helpless against him. He goes back to the main room and I hear a loud slap. Liz must not be cooperating.

"Come on Liz, just listen to the man." I say in a voice barley above a whisper.

Eventually, I see Alec dragging Liz in by her hair as she screams following behind him. He shoves her in the cuffs more violently than he did to me.

Immediately, he takes a swing at Liz's nose, probably breaking it. He continues punching her as she becomes unconscious. Then he turns to me and walks over. Wasting no time, he takes swings at my head, each harder than the last. I refuse to pass out and keep my eyes open. Alec then kicks the spot where he stabbed me. I cry out in pain and that only makes him angrier.

"Shut up." He growls between gritted teeth.

He keeps taking his anger out on me and I'm barely conscious by the end of it. He undoes the restraints and I fall to my knees. He does the same with Liz but with not being conscious, she falls on her face. Landing and hitting her head on the concrete isn't going to help her condition.

It already looked like she had hit her head on the ground multiple times before this, from the blood on it. She most likely has a bad concussion. I probably do to.

When Alec leaves, I pick Liz up and take her back to the main room. I do my best to clean her up, but there's nothing I can do about her nose.

She still looks horrible. One eye is completely swelled shut and both are bruised bad. Her nose is broken and bent at the most absurd angle. Her lip is torn and swollen. It looks like she might've lost some teeth. There's plenty of bruises all over her face and her head is bleeding again. There's no bump which worries me because that could mean it's swollen on the inside and she could have brain damage. I probably look just as bad, but he took most of his anger out on her.

Where Alec stabbed me then kicked me is the ugliest sight. It already looks infected and it bled through the cloth. My guess is that he opened the cut again. The area around it is swollen and bruised. I decide it's best to clean it a bit so I pour just a tiny bit of water on it then tie the cloth around it again.

I can taste blood and my face feels sticky from it. I'm going to need to stop trying to clean up. Everytime I get the dried blood off us, he just beats us again.

When Liz wakes up, I pull her into my arms again and put the jacket over the two of us. I've grown to love her like a daughter and I feel like it's my job to protect her.