His Girl

13 ~ Pensieri

Courtney's POV

I wake up with a start. I carefully open my eyes to see Luca shaking me.

"Come on sleeping beauty." He gently lifts me up out of bed and walks out of the bedroom. He walks back into the bathroom and places me on the vanity. He grabs the key for the handcuffs and unlocks them. He went back over to lock the bathroom door and starts searching for something. He finds it and walks back over to me.

"You won't be able to have a shower." He says looking at me leg. "But you can wash your face if you want." He passes me a facecloth and turns the tap on for me.

I get the facecloth wet and washed my face and across my chest.

He gently pulls my underpants off and slides on a new pair on. He turns around a starts pulling stuff out of a cupboard. I take that opportunity to change my bra.

He turns around, just as I finished clipping it up and gives me some spray on deodorant and perfume.

I spray some deodorant on before looking at the perfume. Yep it's the same one. Don't cry! Don't cry! But I did. The tears come streaming out. Why does he have to give me the very same perfume, Jessica died trying to get. I remember that day so well. We had ran out of perfume and Jessica volunteered to go grab some from the shop while I finished doing Sammy's hair. We still had a couple of hours before the wedding but we were stressing. I got a call from Jessica's mobile but it was a police officer, saying Jessica had been hit by an out of control car that ploughed into the shopping centre. She died instantly. We still had to attend that awful wedding even though I was crying my head off. I had to take Jessica's place and be a junior bridesmaid which just made me cry more.

I see Luca look across at me, crying at the perfume and sighs. I probably look really weird. I finally was able to spray some on me and put it down. I had vowed to never used that brand of perfume since Jessica's death. But it was still a pretty good brand.

Luca interrupts my thoughts by slipping a pair of shorts on me. I winced as they went over my wound. Why did I try and run away? These shorts are really short, but I suppose they have to be, to be above my bullet wound. Why did they shoot me in the thigh? Why couldn't they have shot me in the arm or the foot? At least I could wear longer pants. Or better still why did they have to shoot me at all?

Luca interrupts my thoughts again when he gave me a white and red, long sleeve top. They have heaps of these tops! Where do they all come from? I slip it over my head and pull it down. But they are really comfortable.

Luca gives me a hair brush and a packet of hair ties before turning around and walks out the door. Where is he going? Is he just leaving me here? Could I escape? I start brushing my hair and pull it into a messy bun. I look in the mirror and was very proud of myself. Could I get out? Could I try and runaway on my leg? I slip off the vanity and hobble across to the toilet.

I hobble across to the door and slowly open it. I look down the hallway and all my hopes come crashing down. I see Ashton standing, talking to someone on the phone and Luca's back in the room opposite. I carefully shut the door but it squeaked. I hear footsteps down the hallway and I quickly hobble back to the mirror and pretend to play with my hair.

The door flings open and I see Ashton standing there. Keep it cool! You're doing your hair! You weren't escaping!

"What are you doing? You're not suppose to be standing up!" Ashton snaps.

"I had to go the toilet." I mumble.

"So you weren't trying to escape?" Ashton questions.

I shake my head. Well yes, but no. Ashton sighs and walks over to me. He gently picks me up, bridal style and walks out the door. Why do they always have to pick me up, bridal style?

I see Luca walk out of the room, fully dressed. They began talking in Spanish and I zone out. Why didn't I learn Spanish!? What are they going to do with me now? Where are we going? Are they going to kill me?

We walk out into the garden and the cold wind makes me shiver. I look around and the sun was just starting to come up. Why the hell are they up this early? I see all these men putting heaps of bags in all these cars. Why are there so many bags? And men? And cars? Where are they going? Where are they taking me?

Ashton gently sits me in the back of a car and Luca gets in the other side. Out of the corner of my eyes I see Luca take out a gun. Are they going to shoot me in a car? I causal try to open the door but it won't open.

"Child locks are on, Courtney." I hear Luca say.

I just sigh and shut my eyes. My leg was starting to cramp up and I couldn't move it.

I see Ashton get in the passenger seat and Spencer slips into the drivers seat. I really need something for my leg. I sigh loudly and the tears start falling down my face. I bury my head in my hands and keep crying.

"Do you need anything?" I hear Ashton ask. I look up to see him looking at me. Home would be nice.

"Could I have something for my leg." I whisper.

He turns back around and starts digging in his bag. He finally passes me a packet of tablets and a bottle of water.

"Take two of those. They might make you sleepy though."

I nod and look at the packet. Something caught my attention. 'Overdoes will be fatal.' I could end it all now. It'll save them killing me. I look up and saw Ashton looking at his phone and Spencer was looking at the road. Where are they taking me? I could just end it here. No more being with them. I look up and smiled. No one would know. As I was just about to pull the packet out of the box, someone snatches it off me.

"Bad idea." He mutters.

I look over to see Luca pulling two tablets out for me. He gives them to me and keeps the box. What? No! Why did he take them off me? I swallow the tablets and close my eyes. Why did he have to ruin my plan? Tears start falling down my face.

"Estúpido idiota." I hear him mutter. I didn't need to know Spanish to know he called me an idiot. Did he know I was about to overdoes? Why did he just call me an idiot? What was the other word? (Translation: Stupid idiot.)

"What happened?" I hear Ashton ask. He looks over at me in tears and then to Luca.

"Ella tenido el mismo mira en su ojos como Riley hizo cuando ella sobredosis." Luca spits out. (Translation: She had the same look in her eyes as Riley when she overdosed.)

"Ella hizo?" Ashton ask, sounding concerned. Do they know I was about to overdose? (Translation: She did?)

Ashton looks back at me and I closed my eyes again. What are they going to do? What where they talking about? Where are we going?

I open my eyes again to see Ashton on the phone and Luca looking out the window. I see Luca's gun on his lap. Could I shoot myself in the head? Could I even do it before Luca gets it back? Probably not. I sigh and give up on that idea.

I close my eyes again. Where are we going? Sleep slowly took over me before I could stop it.