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Chapter 24- Keep This Flame Burning

Dedicated to AustinsGremlin because her comment made me laugh :)
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"What the fuck do you mean knocked you up?" I ask her in disbelief.

She goes to say something but a voice behind me cuts her off. It's deep and scares me. The fact that it's deep and creepy and also right behind me doesn't scare me, it's the fact that the voice sounds so familiar.

"She means that your little boyfriend not only fucked you and got you pregnant, but he did the same thing to her as well."

My breath catches in my throat as I realize who this voice is.

"J-Jordan?"

I don't even hear his response. I'm too busy watching that girl walk back into what I assume to be her hotel room and drowning myself in my own thoughts.

How did he find me? Was that him in the taxi? It had to be. How else would he have known that I was leaving? And where to?

"What do you want with me?"

He laughs and moves my hair away from my neck. I cringe at his touch and try to scream, but before I can do anything, everything is black and I feel myself fall onto the floor.

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I wake up with a pounding headache and feeling extremely weak. I l feel around myself and notice that I'm in a pool of something. What it is, I'm not sure, and I don't really have much interest in trying to find out either. Opening my eyes seems like the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but eventually, with all the strength I have, I open them. Slowly, I look around. The pool I'm in is exactly what I feared it would be. Blood. Whether it's mine or not, well I don't know. It probably is. I mean it would explain why I feel so weak. But where did it come from? I can't quite make out my surroundings because the lighting sucks, but I can tell that I'm in someone's house. A basement, i'm guessing. I try to move my head up but can't do it and whimper out in pain as it hits the ground I'm on.

"Well hello there sleeping beauty." A light turns on and I have to close my eyes for a second before opening them again to get used to the light. Of course it's Jordan, and the sight of him scares me so much that I can't hold back and I burst into tears. If I had the energy, I'd probably be sobbing, but I don't so I just let the tears stream down my cheeks. "Actually, not necessarily beauty anymore," he puts invisible quotes around the word 'beauty'. "You just slept for a while."

"How long?" my voice comes out hoarse and dry and by the sound of it, I must've been knocked out for at least 24 hours.

He shrugs and pulls a chair next to wear I'm laying down and sits in it.

"About 4 days." He smirks. "Why? You think your little boyfriend is looking for you? You think he cares? Well, news flash for you sweet heart, he doesn't give a shit."

I shake my head slightly, feeling more energized sue to the amount of anger and frustration that's boiling up inside of me. Anger because I hate Jordan, and I hate the things he's saying. Mostly because I don't know if they're true or not. I've been knocked out for 4 days, so who knows? Maybe he thought I left and so he moved on. But, besides that, frustration for a few reasons. For one, I have no idea where I am. Two, I can barely move because I'm weak and not to mention tied down to this cot thing that is very uncomfortable. Three, I'm soaked in my own blood and it's disgusting. Four, Jordan in general pisses me off beyond belief. And five, I didn't even get to kiss Austing goodbye.

As dramatic as this may sound, I don't know what's going to happen to me. I don't know what Jordan wants with me. I don't know if he's going to kill me, torture me, tie me up and keep me around for his personal pleasure. I don't know. And out of all those options, death seems like the best option. Of course I'll hang on to the shred of hope I have left that Austin is looking for me, that he might find me, that Jordan won't hurt me for a while. My mom always said that the light of a candle will go on for as long as you'll let it. And I guess that's partly true. I mean, you're the one that blows out the flame, or makes sure it keeps going. I always asked her about what would happen when the little stick thing can't burn anymore and she told me to light another candle. Right now, that little stick thing is almsot burnt out. But maybe something will happen and I'll get to light another candle. I just have to keep this flame burning for as long as possible.