Fighter | l.h.

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Luke POV

I had to wait to go and find out where Christine was. And I don't wait. Being held up in a bed as I healed wasn't my favorite thing to do, especially when a life was hanging in the balance. After three days of sitting in bed, I finally got information about her, and it wasn't what I exactly wanted to hear.

"Hold on dammit!" I shouted from the couch which had become my bed for recovery. I knew it was Calum, he would visit me and bring me food and make sure I was alright. "Anything?" I said opening the door to see him holding a bag from McDonalds.

"You're not gonna like what I have to say," he said coming into my house and sitting in my fort of blankets. "I called her mom and asked her where he would take people when this would happen."

"What did she say?"

"Luke, like I said you're not gonna like it."

"Calum, I should be dead right now okay? I'm more worried about her so just fucking tell me!" I had gotten in his face and I don't even remember moving my body that fast to do that to him. "I need to know."

"She's in the warehouse." He leaned back and took a bite out of his sandwich, looking at me as I reacted to the information. "He's been beating her and doing Japanese water torture on her."

"He has not been doing Japanese water torture on her you dip shit."

"No, but he gave her a hallucinogen the first day she was there and I tried to go see what the situation was like and she was going bat shit crazy in there. He padded her in and she's destroying the pads, I think I saw her gnawing on one of the pillows."

"And you didn't save her why?" I had plopped onto the couch next to him and began poking at the French fries in the bag.

"Because the guards. You know how big those guys are. You think I can get past them? But here's the thing: today he's letting two of them go and it's just gonna be one of them, him and her. And then we can get in today. You know he's gonna let her slip out of it and finish going crazy." He stood up and took the bag of food, throwing it in the fridge with everything else I didn't eat.

"Calum, we have to go now. That drug is gonna wear off on her any time now, we have to get her out before he gets another dose in her." I stood up and made my way for the door, but his grip on my arm made me stop.

"You know if he catches you that he won't stop killing the both of you." He was right, Betting was mad at Christine for interfering with my fighting and mad at me that I let myself get so off track with my training and work.

"He's not gonna hurt his own daughter, you know he's just using her for bait to get to me and he knows that it's working. Come on, we can take your car."

"I hope I don't get fucking killed because of you Luke."

Christine POV

Everything was spinning. I was dizzy and had a massive headache, like I was having a massive hangover. But it wasn't, that needle jabbed into my arm was why I was going crazy. I looked down at myself and saw how my skinny jeans were ripped in multiple places, my shoes covered in blood and my arms covered in claw marks and scratches from me attacking myself. I knew that my dad and his guards weren't here, so I stood up and walked over to a tall mirror, the glass half covered by a sheet that was obviously too small for it.

"I look like a monster," I said examining myself. The blood stained skinny jeans with the miscellaneous rips, the rest of me covered in blood from me clawing myself. I looked down at my fingernails and saw them dark red, caked with dry blood. And my face, half of it was swollen. My lip was split, my forehead had leaked blood and caked it in my hair and down the side of my face, a big layer of it sitting there. My eye was barely open, I could barely make out the white of my eye surrounded in the bruise. I quickly clawed off the caked blood from the side of my face so it wasn't so extreme looking, and as I looked on the floor I was disgusted with how it came off, in two or three big chunks.