Does he really care?

She's gone

I wake up in Luke's arms, it's super dark outside but I'm wide awake. I head downstairs and immediately something feels off, everything is so quiet and it feels like everything is watching me. It's very dark in the house and quiet which makes it even more creepy, as I was walking into the living room I heard a dish fall off the counter.

"Hello? Anyone there?" I call out.

I think to myself it was probably nothing, but then I keep walking and all the lights turn on and a picture frame comes shooting off the wall. I scream at the top of my lungs and walk back toward the kitchen. I try running to the back of the house when the pantry door opens and a bag is placed over my head. I try to fight and scream to get out of this person's grip that I recognize all too well. I get thrown in the back of a van and it takes off. It feels like hours before the car stops and a pair of strong hard rough arms grabs me and throws me out of the car. I get placed and strapped tightly into a chair, the bag gets ripped off my head and I see who's standing directly in front of me. The color drains from my face and I see my dad standing right in front of me, along with another boy that looks about my age maybe a year older.

"W-w-what do you want," I ask my voice shaking.

"Awe look who talks now, you need to go back to your old unconfident ways, your little boy protector isn't here to save you," He teases.

He leaves the room, just leaving me and this boy alone in the same room.

"Hey beautiful, we are going to have some fun," He says walking over to me, putting his hand on my thigh and slowly moving up.

I shiver at what he's doing but he is interrupted by my dad coming back into the room.

"Nick I thought I told you none of that stuff yet, it's my turn to have some fun first," He tells him, Nick backs away with a smirk on his face.

I look around the room and I spot a tray with a lot of torture objects on it. I feel sick to my stomach knowing I'm not going to be able to take all this pain considering I haven't been beaten for a good amount of time. My dad turns around to the tray and takes out a wooden stick with spikes, I was very scared of what the fuck this thing was. I was pulled out of my thoughts by the wooden stick being slammed against my kneecap. I scream out in pain.

"Oh darling you must have forgotten, you aren't allowed to scream in pain, this is fun remember?" He tells me in a wicked voice.

I bite down hard on my lip and nod my head.

The day consisted of hours and hours of him beating me with different painful objects. As each hour went past I felt my body go numb and I couldn't feel pain as easily. My body was covered in blood and I felt it in my mouth as well.

"Nick go clean her up, we aren't even close to being done," My father yells.

Nick walks over to me and stares at me like I'm a piece of meat. He finds clean clothes for me and leads me to the bathroom, with the two of us in the little bathroom he turns the water on before proceeding to take my clothes off. 

"Um I can do this myself," I say quietly not sure if he was as violent as my dad was.

"Oh no no your father is letting me do the honors," He says while trying to take off my clothes.

"Stop I don't want you in here," I say sort of firmly.

He slaps me across the face hard. "I don't care you have no choice I'm doing this whether you like it or not."

He puts me in the bathtub and cleans me rubbing soap everywhere, and I mean everywhere. I was sobbing as he was obviously enjoying this. Once he's finished he tells me to get out, when I step into the bathtub he wastes no time and starts to dry me off everywhere. I cried as his hands went across every part of my body. 

"Oh shut up I know you like it," Nick tells me.

He puts my clothes back on me and still feeling violated I calm down a little bit. I get dragged back to the chair and tied up firmly. Before Nick leaves he walks over to my side.

"I can't wait until I have my turn with you," He whispers in my ear.

-Lukes POV-

I've been looking for Dakota for hours, I've called her, texted her, and left her hundreds of voice messages.

"Where could she be!" I scream sobbing and punching the counter, my eyes burn because I've been crying ever since she's been gone.

"Luke we will find her, maybe we should go back to her house and look," Sage tells me rubbing my back.

"You're right!" I nodded running out of the house.

Sage is quick to follow me and jumps into the car. We speed off to our old neighborhood and pull up to her house. Her dad's car is there and I get a small glimpse of hope, I run in and bolt through the door. It's empty, I collapse on the floor crying.

"Where is she," I yell frustrated hitting my fists on the floor.

Sage opens the door and sees me.

"Oh my god Luke calm down screaming and crying isn't going to help us find her," She walks past me and heads towards the back door.

-Dakotas POV-

I fell asleep for what felt like 20 minutes. I look up to see my dad again holding another weapon I couldn't even see what I was but I already know it was going to hurt. He swings whatever is in his hand and I feel metal spikes dig into my skin. I bite my lip in agony and I feel a rush of blood in my mouth.

"Nick it's your turn with her! Her boy toy is getting close!" My dad mumbles.

'Wait my boy toy? Does he mean Luke? Is Luke here!' All my thoughts are racing through my head but I get snapped out once I feel a pair of crusty lips forcing their way onto me.

I open my eyes and I see Nick all over me, moaning and trying to untie me. Once I'm untied he leads me to a room with a bed in it. He threw me down on a squeaky bed and plays around with his belt buckle and I realize what he was going to do.

'Oh I am not losing my virginity to this freak,' I thought to myself.

He approaches the bed with his pants off only leaving him in his boxers. He messes around with my pants and I scream at the top of my lungs.

"Stop it!" 

"I don't like that" 

"Please I don't want to do this" I scream loudly at him hoping someone could hear me.

He disregards my pleas and continues to pull my jeans off, I try screaming louder and kicking around but nothing is working. He's got my pants off and goes for my shirt next. I know he's excited because my leg feels something growing. Tears form in my eyes because I realize what's about to happen. He has gotten my shirt off at this point and I'm laying in this uncomfortable bed in my bra and underwear crying with no hope of anyone finding me fast enough.

Authors note- Ooooo whats going to happen in the next chapterrrrr