Please Stay... (A Pen Fanfic)

Part 17: Kidnapped

⚠️WARNING ⚠️
This chapter will contain lots of blood. If you don't like blood, continue with caution.

Pat's POV
I can't stop thinking about Jen. Her smile... Her laugh... Her beautiful face... I just want to run up to her and give her a big hug! I miss her so much. Tears start slowly rolling down my cheeks, and I wipe them away. Those are manly tears, I whisper to myself, manly tears. Oh well. At least she called me earlier. At least I got to hear her voice.

"Bye Pat," Frannie says, "I'm going out, but you're not going anywhere. I'll be back soon, ok." She walks up to me, and kisses me. I swear every time she kisses me I lose a brain cell. I hate her so much. No love, just hate...

Jen's POV

I wake up, and look down. I'm tied up with rope. I see blood. Oh god!! I faint again.

Frannie's POV

I walk downstairs, to the basement. To where I'm keeping Jen hostage. Good, she's still fainted. I want her dead, but need her alive. Pat will do anything for the little slug. If she's dead, I can't control Pat. I know it was her that called earlier, not someone from a job. I walk up to her, and grab her wrist. I feel for her pulse. Good, it feels normal. I quickly grab a wet rag and start cleaning up her blood. I need to hide the evidence. Her pink shirt is now permanently stained red from the blood. I carefully lift it up and wipe the dried blood off her back. I tie a piece of cloth around it so it won't get infected. I can't believe kidnapping her was this easy. I grin proudly at what I've done. If she dies, it'll probably be from killing herself. She should've done it when she had the chance. Her life is worthless. Then, I hear footsteps, and a voice.

"Frannie? Frannie?" I quickly shove Jen's limp body in the closet, and throw the bloody rags in with it. Pat comes downstairs. "What's going on, Frannie?" He asks. Ever since we got married, he's never called me babe or baby. Come to think of it, I don't think he's ever called me babe or baby. I wonder why.

"Hey Pat," I say, "I'm just cleaning down here," I say with a smile.

"Oh," he replies, "so you wouldn't mind if I stayed down here with you?"

"No," I smile, "not at all." Oh no, he's ruining my plan. I need to torture her. Uh-oh, what will happen when she wakes up? Hopefully she's out for a while. An awkward silence fills the air. "Um..." I stammer, "here!" I hand him a bag of trash, "Go bring this upstairs and throw it away.

"Ok," he replies, dragging it up the stairs. I close the door behind him, and lock it. Then, I go into the closet. Jen's still knocked out. Good. Wait... I can't torture her if she's not awake. I see cuts on her arm and wrists. I bet she put those there. I smile. She's only making my job easier. I grab bloody knife, and quickly wipe it off with a wet rag. Then, I straighten out her legs. I make small cuts down them, wiping the blood off after each one. After a while there's a huge pool of blood near her. I grab a mop and quickly mop it up, leaving nothing behind. I can't let Pat find out about this. Not yet. What does he even see in her? She's just an ugly, disgusting slob. I take some blood and wipe it across her face and smear it in her hair. I then grab the knife again, wiping it off first, and cut off a chunk of hair. She doesn't need it, she'll probably just kill herself soon anyways. I hear Pat's voice again.

"Frannie?"

"Yes Pat," I say, smiling creepily.

"I threw out the trash. The doors locked."

"Sorry," I say, "I must've accidentally locked it. I'm coming up." I hope he believes my lie. I quickly shove Jen back in the closet, then run upstairs before Pat gets suspicious.

*Some Time Later*

Jen's POV

I wake up, in a lot of pain. I touch my hair, then remove my hand. I see blood. Oh no. I feel myself getting dizzy. I look at my legs. There's dried blood all over them. I throw up in my mouth, then spit it out on the ground. I look around. Where am I? I must be in some sort of closet. I look to my side and see a knife. What's the point of living if I can't be with Pat? Tears start rolling down my checks as I pick up the knife. I point it at my chest, and slowly move it closer to my heart, my hands trembling and shaking like crazy. Then, I stop, and drop the knife. I can't do this. Pat loves me, he needs me. I can't kill myself. I need to be there for him. He already saved me once, and he makes my life worth living. I can't leave him here alone with Frannie, I just cant. Then, I hear footsteps. Oh no, someone's coming. I hear a voice.

"I'm back." It's Frannie. Oh no, anyone but her. She slowly opens the door. "I see you're awake..." She says, grinning creepily. She drags me out of the closet and onto the floor. I'm too weak to fight back. She then repeatedly punches me in the face. Tears are streaming down my face. "Die you little idiot!!" She screams, punching me over and over and over again until I pass out.

Pat's POV

I hear a scream. "Die you little idiot!" It's Frannie. I think she's downstairs. What's going on? I walk over to the door leading downstairs, and slowly open it. Then, I quickly shut it. I grab my phone and dial 911 as fast as I can.

*Sometime Later*

Frannie's POV

Uh-oh, I hear police sirens. Jen's passed out again, so I shove her back in the closet once more. Two officers run downstairs, followed by Pat.

"Excuse me ma'am," they say, "but we have reports of you hurting a 19 year old girl. We'll need to search around for evidence or a body."

"Ok," I reply, biting my lip. They better not find her. I can't afford to go to prison. They look around for a while as I stand in front of the closet door, hoping they won't go in there.

"Excuse me ma'am," they say again, "we need to check this closet. Would you please move out of the way?" Slowly, I move away from the door. They open it, and see Jen's limp body inside.

"Jen!" I hear Pat shriek, "Frannie hurt her!"

"Where's the proof?" an officer asks, "how do we know you didn't do this to her?"

"We have proof!" he says, "There's security cameras in here!" They watch the footage. Oh god, I'm screwed. "You're coming with us," the police say, slowly dragging me away...