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Veronica's POV

I woke up in an entirely different place and sighed, knowing that JD had moved me to somewhere I wouldn't know anything about again. Then I remembered that I tried to escape and began to cry, fearful of what he would do to me. I tucked myself in the corner of this new small room and held my knees up to my chin, my arms around them, hoping that I could protect my baby from JD's rampage.

I could already feel that he'd done something to me as I had a splitting headache that was likely a concussion. He enjoyed giving me those, this was probably the third one I've had from him. I was surprised that I was not tied up at all, which meant he probably didn't expect me to wake up for a while longer.

Clearly, whatever he had in that bottle was able to knock me out but never for a consistent amount of time. JD was left to guesswork, trying to calculate how long I'd stay asleep for this time. He was never any good at that sort of thing.

I recognized the smell of the stuff on the rag, he had used it numerous times on me that I can recall. I'm sure there are times I don't remember, like how he used it for the whole drive to Nevada. I had no idea what chemical he was using because I never took chemistry. I just hoped it wasn't dangerous.

I could hear the sound of a hammer upstairs, telling me that JD was boarding up the windows of this house and that he did it to the previous one as well. I could tell by how heavy his footsteps were that he was livid with me, which I should have expected.

But I wasn't thinking of that when I ran from the car. I was thinking of how close freedom was, how I could almost taste it. I imagined my parents as I sprinted, picturing how thrilled they'd be to see their dead daughter walking.

I knew why JD had made it out like we died at Westerburg. For starters, it was so the bomb wouldn't be traced back to him. He was an obvious suspect due to his father's profession. Secondly, it was so no one would be looking for me. He'd be able to keep me right under his thumb, without the fear that someone would ever separate us again.

I also knew that's why JD blew up Westerburg, because he felt that my peers had convinced me that he was a bad guy. He felt that everyone in that school was the reason I broke up with him. When the real reason was because he's fucking psychotic. Him shooting the radio in his house showed me how unhinged he was becoming. Sure, maybe the three homicides should have said something but I was so convinced they were accidents. I wanted to believe they were. Now my boyfriend was a mass murderer who committed an act of domestic terrorism because I dumped him.

I should have said something. Told my parents or the police what JD had done. I know why I didn't - because I loved him. I still do, which is incredibly annoying when he's abusive. He beats the hell out of me and rapes me, but I still fucking love him?

I'm just as fucked up as he is, I thought to myself as I put my head down.

JD came in through the door, making it clear that this room I was in was a closet of some sort. His blue eyes could only see red, I could tell he was pissed with me just by the look in his eyes.

"Hey." I managed to say to him, which wasn't at all helpful. JD's mouth curled into a snarl.

"I don't want to hear you speak, see you move or anything. I want you to just stay the fuck asleep while I figure all of this out." He informed me, his tone incredibly vicious. I opened my mouth to apologize but JD was already stalking up to me. He wrapped his hands in my hair and slammed my head against the wall.

"Stop!" I shrieked at him as he kept smashing my head into the wall, filling my brain with shocks of pain that I couldn't even begin to process with the concussion I already had.

"Shut the fuck up!" JD screamed at me, which caused my cries to turn into sobs. "Go the fuck to sleep!" He yelled, frustrated with the fact that I wouldn't pass out from head trauma this time.

Furiously, he left the room and returned with that rag already damp. He pressed it into my face as he continued to collide my head with the wall. I could feel blood begin to seep through my hair as I held my breath again, refusing to breathe in that chemical. Since both his hands were occupied, I kicked him in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of him and the rag fell into my lap as he pulled away from me.

"Cut it out!" I shouted at JD. "I'm bleeding, is that not enough for you?" I asked him. He didn't respond to my question, instead opting to pose one of his own.

"So we're kicking stomachs now?" He asked, his voice breathless still. The look in his eyes terrified me, it was pure fucking evil.

"JD, don't. You'll hurt the baby." I pleaded, hoping that he would not take away the one thing that was giving me hope. I wrapped my arms around my legs even tighter, praying that he would just stop. That he wouldn't hurt me anymore.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" He questioned facetiously as he ripped my arms off of my legs and yanked my legs down to reveal my stomach. The second he revved up to kick me, I scrambled my limbs back together to protect my unborn child. Which meant that his kick landed on my wrist. I could hardly hear it crack as I screamed from the pain surging through my arm.

JD left the room again, returning with a pair of tights and a rope. He pulled me up onto my knees, using the tights to bind my arms together behind my back. He knotted the tights even tighter as I sobbed from the pain in my wrist. He tied the rope around my ankles, keeping me on my knees so that I could not save what was unprotected.

"Please don't hurt the baby." I begged JD, wishing he'd have some semblance of mercy in this moment. He chuckled darkly as he kicked me in the stomach, eliciting another scream from me.

"I'm not going to hurt it." JD said, kicking me again as he chuckled. "I'm going to fucking kill it." He added as he continued to kick me repeatedly in the stomach to induce a miscarriage. Every time I screamed or cried, he just laughed at me.

JD's POV

The scream Veronica let out as she finally began to bleed was horrific. She had no way to soothe herself with the way she was tied up so she just let out these awful sounds of pain.

"Why!?" She sobbed, tears streaming down her face as she looked up at me.

I didn't have the heart to tell her that she lost the privilege of having a baby to love. The way she wailed was making me regret what I had done so badly. I bent down to her level and tried to hold her.

"Don't touch me!" She yelled at me, yanking herself out of my arms and falling sideways onto the floor. "You're a monster." She cried at me, as if I wasn't aware of this. Her hair was covering most of her face but I could see her eyes, they were empty.

When Veronica stopped her hysterics, I untied her wrists and ankles. Instantly, her hands flew to her stomach and she continued to mourn. "I will never forgive you for this." She informed me, looking up at me with a disgusted look on her face. It was as if the mere sight of me repulsed her.

I bent down and picked up the rag with the dried chloroform on it, leaving the room to put more on it. Once I returned, I held it to Veronica's face. She didn't fight at all this time, willingly breathing in the fumes and accepting sleep.