"Just take me to him. I want to talk to him!" Lena was fighting against the strong man who had a tight grip on her bicep. It was still dark, and she could only hope for the sunlight and soon. Somehow, someway, she had to hope that Stef or even Mike would be making rounds and would even go up to her bedroom to see if she was safe and asleep. It was enough that this idiot had somehow slipped past them, but he also was able to snatch her from the bed. It didn't help that Nicole was a sound sleeper and could sleep like the dead.
"In due time. Now shut the fuck up before I shut you up!" the strong man bellowed as he shoved her into the back seat of the car. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, and he had even tied her ankles together once she was in the backseat.
"You don't need to tie me like some hog!" Lena spouted off, and the hooded man smacked her across the face and hard. It stung, sure, but she was a fighter by far, and she was waiting for the right time to really fight. Fear shook her body, but she wouldn't give in to it by any means. Not at all. She had to end this cycle of abuse and fear once and for all, and if that meant going back to Roman and somehow beating him at his own game, then that's what she'd do.
As the sun rose in the distance, Lena closed her eyes and whispered in her head and heart, hoping that the connection she had developed with Stef would somehow link and Stef would know that she was going to be okay. She opened her eyes and saw that they were headed back the way she had come when she had first broken down here in Emporia, and all she could do was blink back the hot tears that had formed in her eyes. "Where is he? Why didn't he come himself? I don't understand why he would actually take the time to hire someone! He's a pussy now? That it?"
She was asking this stranger questions, and yet she was met with complete and utter silence as he just looked at her in the rear view mirror. Leaning her head back on the car seat, she sniffled and turned it to look out the window. There was no use. She wouldn't be getting any answers anytime soon. And with that, she allowed herself to drift off to sleep.
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*Lena*
"She didn't fight you?"
"Not really. I mean she did at first, and she even began questioning me, but I swear I said nothing. Nothing at all. She slept the entire way."
"Okay. Thank you so much for your help, Antonio. I don't think she would have come back on her own accord, and our mother was worried sick," Roman lied to his friend.
We had stopped off somewhere, and as I wake up, I realize I can hear my brother's familiar voice. Nausea washes over me, and I try really hard not to dry heave as I keep swallowing over and over. Why hadn't Stef found me by now? Where the hell was she? Peering out the window of the car, I realize that I am at an airport. Fuck! Roman must be flying me back home to New York City. I have to do something. I know that he couldn't keep me tied up and expect to be able to walk out in public without being arrested. Yet, I also know that if I scream, it won't matter. He'd still always find a way to hunt me down. Changing my name hadn't helped. Running away hadn't helped. Nothing I had planned had helped, and here I was in the same exact position that I was not even three months ago. Only now, I am Lena and not Camille.
"Hey there, little sister," he leans in the car door and smiles sweetly at me, but I refuse to smile. "Miss me?"
"You won't get away with this. You can try, but you won't," I refuse to cry, and I lean forward to show him he needs to untie me and now.
"Awwww, c'mon, little sis, don't be that way. We always were close. No need to be feisty," he leans in and cuts the ropes on my ankles and wrists, and as I rub my arms, I keep a stone face. "I see nothing has changed anyway. You hungry?" He holds out his hand to me, and I slide out of the car and push past him.
Marching up to this Antonio idiot, I look him straight in the eye, "And you won't get away with it, either. Don't let my brother fool you. You both have made a huge mistake. You have no idea what you've done." I spit this out as Roman grabs my arm a little roughly, and I wince but quickly recover. I tried very hard not to give Stef's name away, or even Mike or Esther. The less either of them know, the better. But I can only hope with all of my heart that I am right about these people who have helped me get back on my feet and offered me so much.
As we head to board the plane, I still refuse to give up hope. No way in hell will Roman ever set his hand on me again in that way. No way at all. I had become strong over these last few months working out there on Esther's farm. She had also taught me how to use a rifle, and I had even been working out in my room at night. Even if I did have to go back to my old home and face my mother, I would bide my time, and in the end, it wouldn't be Roman who was doing the winning.
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**I know I dropped a major bomb on this story. Don't give up hope! Too bad Lena now has to face her past alone!**
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Break Away
FanficCamille Grafton (Lena Adams) knew that she needed to escape her NYC life after the continued abuse from her older brother, Roman. Her father had died when she was only 4, leaving her mother, Ariel, to raise her and her brother alone. Ariel was a coo...
