Fame

Chapter-15

Chapter-15

-Roxy

My head throbs when I open my eyes. I'm in a basement handcuffed to the pole of a sink, wearing nothing but my bra and underwear. There's another mural on the wall across from me. I look around the basement for anything that can help free me. A sink, a mirror above it, a washer and dryer, a stool, and some tools. Nothing useful or in arms reach.

My heart pounds in my chest and I start to scream. "Help! Someone help me!!!!"

The door swings open and I scream louder for help. Dylan smacks me across the face. "Shut it! We don't want anyone ruining our fun!" He strokes my cheek where he hit me and I cringe away.

"Don't touch me.."

"Don't be like that. Your going to enjoy this." His eyes roam me over and I kick him away. "Bitch!" He strikes me again and a metallic taste forms in my mouth. I spit the blood out on the ground and look at him. "Oh no baby I'm sorry, I don't want to hurt you.. Just behave and you'll be fine.." He's fucking crazy. A psycho obsessed fan.. His hands roam along the body and everytime I cringe away, he hits me. Not always the face but other parts of the body. Hit after hit, I keep taking them. I can't let this psycho touch me.

I feel as if I'm about to black out but I tap into the rest of my energy. I kick him in the face and he curses, clutching his nose. He punches me right in the ribs, and hard. I gasp for breath, unable to move from my position. I know my ribs will be cracked. And bruises will cover my body.

He sighs angrily and clutches his bloody nose. "I'll be right back, behave while I'm gone." He leaves the basement and I look around for anything to help me escape. Come on.. think.. You have to get out of here Roxy..

My mind, for a brief second, goes to Seth. I know he probably never left the penthouse, waiting for me. He had proof.. I should have stayed. Tears sting my eyes. No.. I can't cry. I have to get out. I have to make it back to Seth.. My Seth..

I look at the cuffs. Escape from these and then you're home free.. You won't be defenseless. You can fight him off. Find a way out. Anything. Just get these off. I keep thinking of ways, but I have nothing to pick the lock with and nothing to break them with. I pull on the cuffs and they dig painfully in my rist. Each rist is cuffed around the pole, so if I can get one free, I wont be stuck practically hugging the pole, I'll be free. They wont slide off.. Unless.. I do the only thing I can think of..

Adrenaline courses through my body, giving me just enough energy to do what has to be done in order to escape. Just do it. Get it over with. Do it now! By dislocating my rist, I'm able to slide my hand painfully out. I bite my bottom lip to prevent screams from escaping. I yank the rist free and stand up abruptly.

Silently, I make my way up the stairs and go to open the door. Its locked. Of course it is.. I feel as if all my hope has just disappeared.

I turn and look around the room. Come on.. there has to be something..

A window!

Footsteps approach rapidly, and I run to the window. Its small, maybe only 2 feet wide and 1 foot tall. But its my only chance.

The pain in my rist is unbearable but I can't let it stop me. I use my good rist to grab the nearby stool to step on to be able to reach the high window. Then I grab a crowbar off the floor and smash it in the window. The glass shatters everywhere and I use the crowbar to clear it all out. I have to get out. I have to get back to my Seth..

The door swings open and I jump into action, climbing up and squeezing through the tight window space. A hand grasps my ankle and I scream as Dylan tries to yank me back inside. Glass digs into my skin all over my body and blood trickles down every mark. I kick his hand off, yanking my leg free.

"No!" Dylan screams and tries to climb through the window. I kick him down, right in the face again, and he falls off the step stool onto the floor. I scramble quickly to my feet and climb the fence to his backyard. I don't think, I just do. I run down the road screaming, hoping someone will come out of their house to help, or at least call the cops.

"Help me! Someone help!! Please!!" I keep screaming and run right out into the road. A car slams on breaks and I jump just as its about to run me over, landing right on the car, into the windshield and rolling off. And then everything goes black.

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-Seth

The police question us, finding out every bit of information they possibly can. Its been hours since we've called, its 2 a.m. and still no sign. The rest of the band has come for support. Dakota holds onto Jess while she speaks to the police.

A deputy runs up to the rest of us frantically. "Sir, we just got a call in of a girl they think is Roxy, escaped a house and was hit by a car. I think we've found her.."

My heart stops. Hit by a car.. escaped.."Where is she??" I push my way through the crowd of people. My heart beats frantically. Everything moves in slow motion, I barely acknowledge the name of the hospital. We all run out the door, police following right behind. They give us an escort to the hospital and Dakota drives.

"You! This is all your fault! If you could've kept it in your pants she would have never tried to move on! That psycho never would have gotten her!" Jess screams and tears run down her face.

"Damnit Jess he didn't cheat! Show her the video." Dakota slams his foot on the gas and speeds up.

I yank our my phone and pull up the video surveilance I had sent to me so I could prove to Roxy. I hand it to Jess and she plays it. "Oh my God... I'm so sorry.. We really thought.."

"It doesn't matter. Right now the only thing that matters is Roxy.."

She looks down at the phone in her lap at the voicemail Roxy left. "Yeah.. She's all that matters.."

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We all practically run in the hospital and to the information desk.

"I need to see Roxy!" Jess practically screams at the lady.

"Family only." The lady looks back at her computer screen.

"I AM her family! I'm her sister and this is her fiancé." She pulls me aside, knowing the only reason they'd let me in is if we're married or engaged. Smart girl.

"She's in the ICU, 2nd floor room 213." The lady instructs and we run to the room. Dakota has to stay in the waiting room but we promised to update him.

I freeze in the doorway once I catch glimpse of her. Her head is bandaged, along with many other parts of her body. There's a cast on her rist and her arms in a slimg. Bruises line her body and she has an oxygen line in her nose, the kind that just wraps behind the ears and sticks in the 2 nose holes.

"He's dead.. I'm gonna kill him!" I slam my fist onto the table and Jess jumps.

"Calm down before they kick you out." She pulls up a chair beside the bed and I do the same.

The doctor enters the room and eyes both of us over. "You're the family?"

"Sister and fiancé, yes. What's happened to her?" Jess speaks for the both of us.

I reach over and grasp Roxy's hand in mine while the doctor begins to speak. "She was beaten badly, her ribs are cracked, she's bruised everywhere. Then we found glass fragments all over her body, we assume she was trying to escape someone or a house and broke a window to get out. We don't know who or where, we were hoping you would. But, the driver that hit her with the car said she just ran out in the road in just her bra and underwear and he tried to slam on breaks. She jumped up before he could run her over, right onto the car and into the windshield. She has a major concussion, a sprained ankle, a broken rist and dislocated shoulder. But.. she's alive. She's going to live. And she should be waking up within the next few hours."

Jess jumps up and hugs him. "Thank you doctor for taking care of her! Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome sweetheart." He hugs her back then releases her. "I'll leave you 3 alone." He waves goodbye before exiting.

I'm frozen to this seat. I can't move. I just can't will myself to move. I just hold onto Roxy's hand tightly and wait for her beautiful eyes to open. And thats all we both do. We just wait..