My brother's a rapist, my dad's got two identities. What's next?

Chapter 15

- Chapter 15 -

Abigail's POV

My eyes widened as the figure of a boy appeared through the door. His hair was dark and shaggy across his face, and his eyes looked like crystals, shining in a cave full of rocks. I didn't know what the world had come to, but everyone seemed to be looking so much alike, even if they weren't related. I looked carefully at him, and for some reason, he looked a lot like someone I saw on Facebook ...

"So you must be the girlfriend, eh?" the boy asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. He chuckled, and walked towards me, an odd glinting in his eyes. "My uncle was right. That kid totally doesn't deserve you." The boy lifted his hand and brought it to my face. I flinched in anticipation, expecting him to hurt me, but instead brushed my cheek with his thumb.

You deserve someone a little better .. someone like me .." And unexpectedly, he ripped the duct-tape off my mouth, forcing me to yell out in pain. I pressed my lips together, just to check if I still had them.

"What was that for?" I asked angrily, glaring daggers at him. "Couldn't you have done it a little slower? You nearly ripped my lips off!" I growled, and tried my best to sit up straighter, my jaw still aching from the blow and my chest stinging from the cut.

I suddenly heard laughing, and realised that Mr. F was still standing in the door way.

"I think I'll leave you two alone for a while, eh Max?" he said with a chuckle, and walked out the room, slamming the door behind him. Max smiled, and turned to me.

"So this is where we get to know each other?" he said, smirking. He brought his face closer to mine, and I tried my best to lean away. Max chuckled.

"Not up for a little fun, are you?' He smirked again. How I wish I could slap it right off his stupid face.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, raising an eyebrow. "I'd rather die than have 'a little fun' with you." Max's eyes glinted as he reached his hands into his pockets, forcing me to regret what I had just said. He took out a small pocket knife and brought it to my face, sliding it slowly down my neck.

By now I was shaking, a huge lump forcing itself down my throat. The look on Max's face was not at all pleasant, and I knew that I wouldn't be able to escape unless I paid a price ..

Yale's POV

I stopped for a bit while I tried to get my breath back. I had been running for ages now, and no matter how far I got, it seemed as though the distance was expanding itself. I couldn't believe I let Abby out of my sight. I sighed, and put my hands on my knees, bending my head down.

It hadn't even been 15 minutes since Abby was kidnapped. I didn't exactly know who it was, but I knew it wasn't good. I hadn't actually expected to come out this morning to have a little fun with her, only to find out someone had been waiting for her.

I stood up straight, and continued walking down the street I assumed was the one the van that carried Abby went. I didn't really recognize anything, so it was a lot harder to find my way around. That was until I spotted some liquid on the road, leading a very long distance. I smiled to myself and followed it.

It lead a very long way, going from one street to another, and before I knew it, I came upon a tall house, similar looking to something from a horror movie.

I walked up to the van that was on the side of the pavement and checked under it. I smiled in satisfaction when I saw a large puddle of liquid under it. I looked back up at the building, and thought for a moment.

I shrugged, and walked up the path leading to the door of the house, but then stopped when I heard voices. I hid behind the huge bush that was near the front door, and strained my ears to listen. And for some reason, both voices sounded very familiar.

I crouched down lower, as I heard the door opening. Two men stepped out. Could it really be?

Abigail's POV

I sighed in relief as I looked around the room. Both Max and Mr. F had left the room, and even better, the building. I wasn't sure where they went, but it didn't give me a lot of time to think of an escape plan. In fact, i didn't even have to think because a couple seconds later, I felt something vibrating in my pocket.

I still had my phone with me. Relief washed over my once again, as I struggled to get it out of my pocket. I then thought of an idea, and brought my arms under my legs so that my legs went through the gap, so my arms were now in front of me instead of behind. I reached into my right pocket, and looked at my phone. A text message.

I flipped it open, and clicked read. I smiled when I saw who it was from.

hey beautiful. you inside the creepy looking building? im outside it, so stay where you are. i love you Yx

I smiled, and carefully texted him back before shoving my phone back into my pocket.

yale! :) yeah i am, on the third floor. hurry, my whole body hurts D: i love you too xx

I sat patiently waiting for him, and in a couple of minutes, I heard the door open, and in stepped Yale, looked tired, and red in the face from heat.

"Hey," I whispered, as he ran over to me. He immediately removed the ropes from my limbs and then took a look at me face.

"Are you alright?" he asked, his eyes full of concern. I nodded, and looked at my chest, where Mr. F had slashed through my skin. Yale followed my gaze, and froze when he saw the deep cut.

"Shit, who did that?" he asked, a tint of anger in his voice. His fore and middle finger traced the cut, and I winced in pain.

"You're foster dad," I said flatly. He looked up at me, guilt written all over his face.

"I'm so sorry," he started, but I stopped him when I pressed my lips against his. He smiled and kissed back.

"It's not your fault, and don't even think it," I replied, standing up. "Now while we have the chance, let's get ourselves out of here."

Jenna's POV

I sat in the living room with my phone in my hand, debating on whether I should go to the gym or not. I hadn't been for a while, but that was mainly because I saw someone I didn't want to see. Max.

Even though our 'encounter' was over a year ago, and the last time I saw him was a couple weeks ago, it still felt strange seeing him around. It just brought back all the memories I didn't want to remember.

I finally settled on going and thought of the positive outcome. I'd be able to keep fit again. I picked up my gym stuff before heading out the door. I didn't have to say goodbye as the house was always empty. My parents were divorced and unlike Abby's parents, they split completely and didn't even live in the same country anymore. I currently lived with my 21 year old sister, who worked as an intern in a secondary school.

Speaking of Abby, I was finding it difficult trying to tell her the truth about Blaine and Yale and the whole rape scandal. I didn't know how she'd take the news if I told her that I was the one who got raped and that it wasn't Blaine/Yale who did it, but Max. And how would I be able to explain who Max was to her? My mind started fizzing with thoughts, and before I knew it, I was at the gym.

I took out my card and gave it to the woman at the counter once I entered the building. She smiled at me, and let me pass. I decided on my usual routine of a couple laps in the swimming pool, a few minutes on the tread mill, and about 7O sit ups.

After about an 9O minutes, I went back to the changing rooms and changed back into my regular clothes. I bought a bottle of water on my way out, and stood outside the entrance to take a long drink. I was about to chuck the empty bottle into the bin when someone put their hand on my shoulder. I literally jumped 5 foot into the air.

"Nice to see you again," I heard him say. I turned around to see Max standing there, a huge smirk across his face. Great.