Until the World Stops Turning (A Baby Quintis FanFic)

Chapter 20: Mark(ing) Targets

A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Sonne6370, _scorpion_fan_ships_, and Scorpionfanlife4ever for helping me with the plot of this chapter. Thanks guys! I hope you enjoy the chapter!

Happy:35 Weeks

Happy's POV:

          It's been two weeks since Toby has been in the hospital. I go there everyday for four hours and then head home without him. It's the same routine everyday. I miss him so much. I mean, he is physically here, but he isn't here mentally. I wonder who did this to him. Whoever it is, I will find them and make them pay. I just got home from visiting Toby and I just want to cry. This is killing me slowly. I just want to know if he will be okay. I want to clear my mind...I need a distraction...Mocha! 

"Mocha, come here, boy!" I call Mocha over and he runs over. I grab his leash and clip it onto his collar. I take him out for a drive and find a park. Once I find it, I take him out of the car and walk him around. Mocha is different from the other dogs, he seems to be more relaxed and way more comforting. I love him. I'm so glad Toby got him for us. We continue to walk around for a while longer before I go to check the time. My watch reads 7:54. We left the house at 5:23, which means that we have spent way more time here than planned. I'm glad that Mocha got to enjoy the outdoors though. Fresh air is the best thing to a dog. At least it is to Mocha...I lead Mocha back towards the car and we head home. This was a day well-spent. 

          I wake up, get ready, and leave the house. I drive to the hospital to check on Toby and see how he is doing. When I walk into his room, everything is the same. I sit down in the read leather chair and grab his hand. I then ask him a question, knowing that he will not answer.

"Toby, it's me, Happy. Who did this to you?" I ask Toby, tears stream down my cheeks because I know that I will never find out. I cry for an hour holding his hand wondering, who could've done this to a man as sweet as Toby without apologizing?  Then, I feel my hand suddenly being squeezed. 

"Toby?! I missed you so much! Who did this to you?" I ask him. I know that it's bad timing for a question, but I really want to know. His eyes slowly open and he starts to write on my hand. I pay attention to the letters that are being written. M-A-R-K-C-O-L-L-I-N-S. I look at him and remember what Mark did to Toby. It all makes sense now! Mark is the only one who would hurt Toby without a care in the world. Ugh, fuck you, Mark Collins. I get Toby water and inform a nurse about Toby. She congratulates him on waking up, but says that he will have to stay for a couple of days to get some tests done. After I leave, I head to the park that I was at yesterday. I sit on a near-by bench in the darkness of the evening. I sit there for a while and think about Toby. I'm so glad that he is awake. I thought that I had lost him forever. I don't even know what I would have done if Toby died-suddenly a pair of rough hands cover my hands and mouth and I am being carried away. I try to fight off, but I can't. What the hell? Am I being kidnapped? OH HELL NO! I bite the stranger's hand and they grunt in pain, but keep going. Ew. Their hand tastes nasty. Then again, I don't think that they planned on having their hand trying to be eaten. The kidnapper removes their hands and places a blindfold on my eyes before I can catch a glimpse of what they look like. They also tie my hands together. Shoot. There goes my escape plan. What the hell?! I get thrown into the back of a car and get buckled in. 

"Hey. If you're going to kidnap me, at least introduce yourself." I say sarcastically.

"I don't think that I'll need to introduce myself to you, Happy Quinn." The voice registers in my mind and I immediately know who it is. Mark Collins. What a little twisted fuck he is.

"Mark?! Why the hell would you stab Toby?! He didn't deserve that, you know!" I shout from the backseat. He drives calmly and I suddenly regret saying that, I just pissed off my kidnapper. Not good.

"Well, you see. After Toby and I started the bet, I suddenly knew that I was going to lose. I regret that moment so much." Bet? What bet?

"What bet?" I ask curiously.

"Oh, you'll figure it out later." I hear the smirk in his voice. The car stops and I assume that we are at the destination. I get pulled out of the car and Mark removes the blindfold. 

"Why are we here?" I ask.

"You'll see." Mark smirks and pushes me inside. He leads me to a bedroom inside of a house. Is this Mark's house?

"Oh yay! Nap time." I speak, rather calmly. Mark looks at me dead in the eye, and smiles.

"No. I've got a better idea." He grabs a chair and makes me sit in it. He gets a kitchen knife and starts sharpening the blade. I gulp and hide my fears. I try to wriggle out of the chair, but fail terribly. He walks over to me and looks at me with an evil look. He grins and drags the blade slowly and deep into my left thigh. This hurts like a bitch! I look down to see gashes of blood seeping through my pant leg.

"Ouch?! What the hell, Collins?" I scold him before he moves the knife up to my throat.

"Silent, or I'll slice your throat open, Happy!" I swallow with fear and nod. He moves the knife down to my belly and his grin grows wider. He drags the knife across my belly slowly and I wince in pain. What the hell is wrong with this guy? He keeps doing this for another fifteen minutes before stopping. By now, my whole body stings and is covered in fresh, deep cuts. He then goes into the bathroom that is connected to his room and cleans off the knife. After that, he comes out with hydrogen peroxide. How nice of him for not wanting my cuts to get infected. Really, Collins? He stands me up and removes my pants. He pours the hydrogen peroxide all over the cuts and it stings so bad. Tears uncontrollably fall from my eyes, but I refuse to speak. He evilly laughs and removes the rest of my clothes and throws me on his bed. What the hell is going on here?! He takes off his pants and speaks,

"I've been wanting this forever. I finally get to Mark my target! (A/N: Play on words. The definition of Mark(ing) to Mark, means to sexually abuse) I can't believe that even after I lost that bet over you with Toby, I still got to you. Finally, I have you under my control in my own bed." He smiles happily. I can't believe this! Mark's a sick bastard! Now I'm going to be forced to have sex with him? Tears flow even more. 

"Mark, please! There's gotta be another way! Please don't do this to me! I don't want to have sex with you." I beg.

"Too bad! I didn't ask you what you wanted. I only care about what I want. And that is to torture you and make love to you. Now shut up before I kill you." I cry even more and silently do as told.  I can't believe that this is happening...Never have I ever thought that I would ever be raped and abused by Mark Collins.