Torn

Chapter 8

I cried for what seemed like hours in that room. I didn't know whether to be upset with John or be afraid of the Undertaker and his crew. I mean they did kidnap me, but only because my uncle did something terrible to provoke it. I wished I could get out of this somehow but I didn't know how or when I possibly could.

Later on that night, I heard the Undertaker and his boys leave the house. I used that time to my advantage, heading out into the other room to search for a way out. I knew I wasn't getting out through the door upstairs since he kept it locked but there wasn't a window downstairs either. I sighed and took a seat on the couch giving up hope. As I sat there a sudden feeling of tiredness came over me. I stood up and looked around the room as my vision became blurred.  What was happening? I yawned and made my way to the steps. I reached out to catch myself from falling on them and ended up collapsing instead. Slowly, my eyes closed as this strange dizzy spell completly engulfed me.

I didn't know how long I was out but when I opened my eyes I was mortified to hear footsteps coming down the stairs above my head. It was too late for me to run since the person was almost at the bottom of the steps already. What was I going to do? My heart pounded as I laid there pretending to be sleeping still. Then I heard a small gasp before the person yelled, "I found her! I found her!"

I opened my eyes and saw my coach bending down to help me up. As she threw her arms around me, I heard more footsteps coming down the stairs. Four police officers swarmed around me as Sara got me to my feet and helped me up the steps.

"Oh Katrina…I'm so sorry my husband did this to you." She cried as we climbed the steps.

"Where is he?" I asked.

She sniffled as we got to the top of the steps, "I'm not sure but he should be back soon."

I held her hand as she and the officers walked me out onto the front porch. Before we could descend the steps I saw a huge group of men on motorbikes approaching the house. Sara pulled me into her arms as the officers drew their weapons and held them steady. The bikers parked their bikes around the police cars trapping us all on the porch. The Undertaker parked his and stood up looking at his wife in disbelief.

"I warned you to stay out of my business Sara." He snapped.

"Yeah, and I warned you what would happen if I found out you were involved in her kidnapping!" she yelled. "God what happened to the man I fell in love with?"

He smirked, "I'm still that man you love…I've always been that man."

She shook her head, "No you're not. Officers…take them all away!"

"I don't think that's going to work actually." Undertaker said as he gave a signal for his boys to get on their bikes. He then looked at me with a smirk and winked, "This is far from over toots."

I hid my face in Sara's chest as he turned away and hopped on his bike. Together, he and his crew rode off into the night. As soon as they were gone, Sara walked me to one of the police cars and together we got in. I was more than happy to be leaving that dreadful place but in some ways I wasn't ready to see John again.

"I hope he didn't hurt you." Sara said as she rubbed the side of my head.

"Not too much…." I whispered. "Did we win the competition?"

She chuckled, "I couldn't let them go, knowing you wouldn't be there. Besides the town put it on hold when you were first kidnapped."

"How did you meet him…" I asked her out of nowhere. "Did he force you to join his gang?"

She glanced out of the window for a moment, "No he didn't. To be honest, I persued him."

"Really?" I asked in disbelief.

She blushed slightly, "Wouldn't you?  I mean he's everything your parents tell you to stay away from, but he shows you the attention you crave and just like that, you fall for him."

"So he used your emotions against you?" I asked.

"No, I joined him willingly. I was in love with him the entire time…but  because of that love I felt,  I ignored the fact that the man was a monster and I have no idea how I could have fallen for someone like him."

I trembled as I thought about the torture tactics her husband used against me. He was no joke indeed…but somehow I didn't fear what would happen to my uncle after all this came to a head.

"It's not your fault. The Undertaker is a dangerous man..."

She nodded, "You're right."

"He told me I was now a part of his gang…what does that mean?" I asked.

She gasped, "That means my worst fears were true. You've got to get out of this town, Katrina…the last woman who joined his crew became his bride after a few short years."

I looked into her tear filled eyes in horror, "You mean…"

"Yes. I'm the first and the only woman who has been in this gang and he told me if there was ever a time he was ready to be done with me…that he would find another to take my place." She wiped a fresh tear from her cheek. "I always thought it was a metaphor."

"But what happens to you?" I asked.

She looked down at her lap, "He'll get rid of me…if you know what I mean."

One of the officers looked back at us, "Ma'am you should really think about getting a restraining order against him. He doesn't sound like a man you should be married to."

She signed, "I know, I'll definitely take that into consideration."

I shook my head in disbelief, "What has John gotten me into?"

A few minutes later we arrived in my neighborhood where there were TV reporters everywhere. The police stopped in front of my house where John, Kurt, and Paul were waiting outside. Sara helped me out of the car as the reporters kept trying to get me to say where I was and what kind of torment I went through to get away from the notorious biker gang.

"Hey! Back off!" the police yelled as they made a clear path for me to get up to my porch. John approached me with a look of distraught on his face. He was about to hug me but something in me snapped and I slapped him across the face. Kurt and Paul looked at me in shock as I stared at a now surprised John. I didn't say two words to them as I stepped past him and went safely into the house.