Loving Them Both

Help

Help! I need somebody. Help! Not just anybody. Help! You know I need someone. Help.

When I was younger so much younger than today. I never needed anybody's help in any way, but now these days gone, I'm not so self for sure, and now I find I change my mind, I opened up the door. Help me if you can I'm feeling down, and I do appreciate you being around. Help me get my feet back off the ground. Won't you please, please help me?

Help- The Beatles (again :))

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(Klaus's POV)

It's only been a few days since she left, but it felt like weeks. I hope she finds him, talks to him, and tries to resolve what ever issues that they need to work out. Then I hope we could do the same.

I spent so much time trying to get her to open up to me, and now that I've betrayed her it might take another while, but it will be worth it.

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(Ronnie's POV)

I was dead. I had to be. If I had just passed out I would have woken up by now, right? I felt numb. My body went from hot to cold every five minutes.

I can't be dead. How could I continue to think, or feel these temperatures.

My dad did this to me. He drugged me, and if I didn't wake up soon I could die. I felt everything. My senses were heightened. I could feet the clothes on my back. The blood pumping throughout my veins. The beads of sweat on the back of my neck. I could even hear my heart beating, and it was beating faster and faster with every minute. Then all of a sudden I felt like I was being tasered. The pain was excruciating. I was able to let out a scream, and it was one of those horror movie screams.

My eyes shot open. The room was dark. I was sitting in a chair, my legs were tied up, and my hands were tied up behind the chair. I felt a sting, and I could tell that the ropes were cutting through my skin. I winced slightly.

Where the hell am I? I tried to wiggle myself free, but it was no use. The more I continued to struggle, the more the ropes tightened.

I heard a low moan, like some one was waking up. I heard footsteps, then a face appears through the darkness. It wasn't my dad it was...Jonathan.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I said weakly.

"I own this place." He said.

"Why am I here? What going on?"

"Oh Ronnie, I think you've been through this enough times to what's going on." He said.

I thought about it, then I realised. "Why the fuck would you kidnap me?!" I cried.

I could not believe this. Why is it always me that gets kidnapped? Soon I heard another pair of feet, getting closer.

"I got it Jonathan." He said. I knew that voice. It was the voice I hadn't heard in over 2 years. My father.

"What do you want?" I spat at him.

"It's good to see your awake."

"Well it's unfortunate for me." I mumbled.

"Come on cut you father some slack," a smile played at his lips, "the pain will all be over soon." He said.

"You are not the man I call father." I spat at him tears sliding down my cheeks.

"Watch it!" He hollered at me. "You need to start calling me father, because I'm all you have left. Klaus is not gonna be here to save you like last time." He spat back.