42nd Country Road

Another Day, Another Place

I woke up in yet another new room. I turned on my side to face the sunlight through the windows. A light, warm breeze whispered through the curtains causing them to murmur through the morning. I felt a warm arm wrap around me and a wave of Mark's smell moved by my nose.

"Morning," he said, sleepily, into the nape of my neck. I moved my hands down to his.

"Morning," I replied. We laid there in silence, listening to the birds chirping outside.

"Where are we?" I said sleepily.

"Somewhere in Wyoming," Mark replied in the same tone. I let out a little noise to give him the sign that I was listening. We lay there for a few more hours before Mark started to get up. I turned around and grabbed his shirt pulling him back down, groaning at the loss of his warmth.

"You can't leave, that's not aloud," I said, sleepily wrapping my arms around him tightly.

"Two can play that game," Mark laughed, He rolled over so that I was under him. I kissed me roughly as a smile broke my lips. He broke away and went down to my neck.

"Mark," I giggled trying to push him off of me. He laughed and looked at me, happiness in his eyes.

"I'm so happy that you're mine," He said, smiling. I laughed and smiled back.

"I happy you're mine too, but you're crushing my ribs," I laughed and pushed him off. He laughed and rolled to his side of the bed. He turned his head to me, smiling.

"Who need's ribs anyway?" He said laughing. I laughed in return, placing my head onto his shoulder. We stared at the ceiling laughing at each others stupidity in the past.

Jack suddenly burst into the room, fear filling his eyes.

"Jack, could you knock next time?" Mark said, laughing a bit.

"Um... ya sure," He said without hesitancy. I looked at him and stood up from the bed.

"Jack," I said, "Are you okay?"

"S-stay away from me!" He yelled. I backed away a bit. I shot a glance at Mark and he looked back at me. Through the open door I saw a helmeted head popping out of the corner.

"Mark, get away from the door," I said slowly. The person must have heard me, because a man in black came lunging out of the door grabbing Mark and slamming him to the floor. Another man came out of nowhere and grabbed me by the neck and slammed me against the wall. I ripped at the stranger's hand.

"Let me go!" I screamed. His nails began to dig into neck, drawing blood. I screamed in pain. Mark's screams merely responding to mine. I looked at the stranger's other hand to see actual, metal, nails attached to the gloves he was wearing.

"Jack!" I called over to him in pain, "Help me!"

Jack just looked up at me in fear. His eyes wandered back down to the floor boards. I kicked the man in the gut. He let go and backed away in pain. I fell to my knees holding my neck, panting. Mark also got away from his man and was still fighting him. The man who had me came lunging at me grabbing my hair and taping my mouth shut. He tied my hands behind my back and struck me. Knocking my limp body to the floor. I was trying to scream through the tape, but Jack wouldn't answer and Mark had been knocked down. The man suddenly hit my head with something and everything went black.