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Playing Tough Guy: Chapter 14

BROOKE'S POV

My whole body is numb. I don't know how long we have been here, but it feels like it's been forever. One of the guys came in after I woke up and he was less than happy, I took several kicks to the stomach and Kim screamed for him to stop, since I was already so badly injured. That proved to be a bad decision on her part, because she took the rest of that session for talking.

He's only been back a few times, but each time it gets worse. He took pictures the last time, which is oddly comforting, he must be using us for ransom. I keep trying to think of all the positive things in my life to get me through this, it's getting difficult. I have a good job, even though it doesn't seem like it right now. I've made new friends like Hailey and Kim, we seem to be getting pretty close, and I'm warming up to Adam and Kev. I have Jay, even though I have no idea how I feel about him.

It's really unfair for someone to be that attractive, God must have blessed him extra cause damn, he's beautiful. I know I shouldn't think about my partner like that, but I can't help it. He's different. I don't trust people, I don't let anyone in, and he knows almost every single intimate detail of my life. There is just something about him that is warm, and welcoming, and gentle, even against his tense exterior.

My mind keeps going back to the other night, when he said that he would never have the second chance that I do. I think he's right, I need to find my birth father. Well, if I ever get out of here. I just wish I knew what was going on inside his head, I want to know everything about him. Starting with his problems with his dad. It adds a whole new layer of guilt to what I was already feeling. I know it's not fair to use him as my anchor, but he's not really giving me another choice, I just wish I was his.

I meant what I said about my real dad, I've never had a person in my life that I really cared about stay. In the short time I've known that he exists, I've put him on some pedestal, but what if I find him and he doesn't want me? Or if he's just as bad as Dan? Part of me wants to find out, but what I don't know can't hurt me. Right?

I miss the false sense of stability that I had just a week ago. I was so in the dark, but at least I felt safe. Dan was gone, I knew exactly who I was and I definitely wasn't locked in a basement. And just a few days ago I wanted to leave Intelligence, but if I make it out of this I'm not going anywhere. I just want some consistency, I came to the 21st to be a better cop and I feel like my life hasn't slowed down enough for me to even have a chance at that.

The door swings open and I block my sensitive eyes from the light the best I can. Kim groans, she must have fallen asleep. My heart nearly stops when I see what he's holding. I think it's a crowbar. There's another guy with him, holding a camera. "I think your team needs a bit more motivation." He draws out before smirking at the camera. There's a loud bang as the crowbar hits the pole above Kim's head. I jump as she screams, ducking as far as she can.

I try to shout in protest, but it just comes out as a weak jumble of words. "Got something to say huh?" He asks and connects the bar to my thigh. I scream, thrashing at the sudden pain. He laughs before hitting me again in the stomach. Blow after blow comes, and eventually I stop reacting, I just take them, too tired to scream. The look in his eyes reminds me of Dan, he doesn't care what happens to me, he just needs something out of it. For Dan it was release, a way to sort out of anger, at least it was some sort of emotion. This guy though, his are close to lifeless, I guess mine would be too if I was him. This probably isn't his first time holding someone hostage.

I hear the door slam, followed by Kim crying. If she's said anything before now I didn't hear it. I try to move, but I can't, my entire body is on fire, even breathing hurts like a bitch. I struggle to keep my eyes open, knowing the last thing I need to do is sleep. "Brooke..." Kim says, but I can't respond. When I open my mouth nothing comes out. "Brooke, I need you to stay awake. Can you stay awake for me?" I try to say yes, but it comes out as a soft moan. "It's okay, just focus on my voice and keep your eyes open." She coaches, and I do my best to listen.