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Chapter Twenty Two

Emily's POV:

It had been three days since I was taken, and I sat alone in the dark. I had been alone for quite some time, but there was no way for me to keep track of time in the musty room. I couldn't see anything, either, which was something I hated; I had always been afraid of complete darkness. I hadn't eaten anything in those three days, and barely drank enough water to keep me from dying. I could almost feel myself start to collapse from the inside, but still could not do a single thing about it.

Besides the various shoutings from a different room, there wasn't any noise. I tried my best to hum or to tap my hand against whatever I was leaning up against, but I was too weak, my voice to strained for any noise to be made. I knew I had also lost a decent amount of blood since coming to this place. The raping was brutal; I had bite marks and abuse marks all over my back, stomach, and wherever else the maniac  touched me. The pain was excruciating, and nothing relieved my pain.

I had changed positions every few hours from sitting, to laying down, to slouching, and back to sitting again. The floor I was on was uncomfortable, most likely wooden, and it hurt my wounds. I wanted to scream for help, but Darren kept me drugged up pretty well, and I didn't know what would happen when someone found me. I had heard stories of the girl getting blamed for rape, usually because the girl 'Friendzoned' the guy or wouldn't let him have sex with her, but would that happen to me? I prayed it wouldn't, mostly because I wanted someone to lock him away for good or kill him. I prayed that, even though I was afraid of the results, that someone would find me and save me from the death that was already so near to me.

A noise. He was getting closer, probably coming to give me more drugs or to rape me again. I wasn't prepared for either, but knew that one of them would come eventually. Hadn't anyone noticed I was gone? Even my parents should be at least a little concerned! Attempting to pull my legs closer to be to cover up, the door swung open. I hung my head, ashamed of myself more than anything, and waited for the torture to come. He walked slowly, the heels of his shoes clicking against the floor, with something in his hands that I couldn't see.

I closed my eyes, hoping whatever was coming wouldn't hurt.

"She's in here, I found her," the person, who was obviously not Darren, called out to a different room. I looked up immediently and saw Cole standing there. My shame grew; it had to me him? He had to be the person to see me beaten and laying helpless in a pool of my own blood? I silently cried, because I couldn't make barely any noise. Suddenly Katherine burst in the room and wept over me.

"You're alive," Katherine sobbed. I wanted to reply, but I couldn't. I wanted to scream and run away, but I couldn't. I had to wait.

Cole grabbed a blanket from the closet in the room and gingerly covered me, then picked me up off the floor. "Don't worry, we're taking you to the hospital."

I groaned in response, partially because my wounds were being irritated by the blanket and Cole's boney arms. I was being saved. I was alive. I was going to be okay...

I hoped that was all true.

Tommy's POV:

Two in the morning, my phone goes off. My initial reaction was to ignore the person texting, but then my phone received notification after notification, then calls started coming. I moaned and grabbed my phone off the bedside table. They were all from Katherine, and I didn't exactly want to answer, but then again Katherine never texted me. I read all the texts:

Tommy come to the St. Cloud hospital as quick as you can.

Tommy? Did you see the text?

Are you even awake? This is an emergency!

DUDE EMILY IS HURT GET HERE SOON!

The voicemails were as vague as the texts, but if Emily was hurt I wasn't about to wait until morning to find out. I shook Adam who was lightly snoring next to me and told him to wake up just before jumping out of bed to get clean clothes.

"What's going on? Are you okay?" Adam asked grogily.

"I'm fine, but Emily's not. Something happened and she's in the hospital. I guess we have to be there," I replied as I pulled on some sweatpants over my boxers and a t-shirt over my head. "We should get there soon. I'll call Katherine and see if she wants us to bring anything."

Adam nodded and slowly pulled himself out of the bed, and started rumaging through his clothes. I dialed Katherine's number and waited.

"Tommy?" She asked, her voice strained.

"Yeah, it's me. What the hell is going on?" I interrogated, almost adding 'and why couldn't it wait until a decent hour?'

"I don't know if you knew this but Emily had been missing for three days. We just found her tied up in some guys apartment and she's...well she's unconscious and...just get here, see for yourself."

Emily was...kidnapped? What even? "Do you want us to bring you anything?"

"A blanket and a pillow would be nice...I'm not going home until she wakes up, and who knows how long that will take," Katherine sighed.

When we arrived at the hospital room Emily was being held in, we found that not only Katherine was there, but Cole as well. He was passed out in the lounging chair and Katherine was pacing the room. And Emily...she wasn't awake, she was barely breathing, and she looked sickly in an anorexic kind of way. Had her kidnapper fed her at all?

I handed the blankets to Katherine and she thanked us quietly. I took Adam's hand and we walked over to the hospital bed.

"She was awake when we found her, but once we got to the car she passed out. We found out she hadn't had food or barely any water, either. Shes got bruises and lash marks covering her entire body from God knows what, and she was raped on top of all of that. They tested her for a bunch of STD's, all of them were negative..." Katherine trailed off, looking relieved and exhausted as she vented all this.

"Do you know who her captor was?" Adam asked, finally speaking up.

Katherine shook her head. "We had searched all around town and when we found the apartment complex she was in, the neighbors said they had heard violent noises coming from the person's apartment, so we broke up and whoever was supposed to be there with her was gone without a trace. We called the police and they said they would search for DNA and any leads to where he would have gone. I haven't heard anything back yet..."

Emily stirred slightly, then moaned quietly. She was alive at least...that was something to be thankful for. Her eyes popped open, full of tears and sadness. She tried to make noise, but nothing came out. Adam walked over and grabbed her hand, gently holding it. Emily pulled away, pressing the red button to alert a nurse. Suddenly everyone was very concerned about her well being and silence filled the room. I took a seat in one of the chairs in the room, folding my hands and hunching over. Adam remained next to Emily's bed, his hand resting on the rails.

A nurse flew in the room, with medication in her hand. "Emily, rate your pain for me, dear."

Emily held up eight fingers, then gripped Adam's hand. The nurse nodded and pumped a vile of morphine into her drip, then recorded stats on a chart. "Do you need anything before I let you sleep?"

Emily made a drinking motion, indicating water. The nurse nodded and filled a cup that had been on the counter next to her bed, then handed the cup to her frail hands. She probably was starving, unless they had fed her food at some point. The nurse recorded a few more things, then quietly left the room.

Adam looked at her expectingly, then asked, "Are you ready to talk about anything?"

Emily shook her head, sipping the water, then closed her eyes again.

//authors note//

Hey guys! That's the end of this chapter. I realize it's shorter, but I'll make up for it soon :)