Not a backup plan.

“I’m pretty sure he's dead.” I said to Chase as a man calling himself my “father” walked towards us.

Chase was being pulled away from my arms by several men that looked more like walls of meat than men.

I was suddenly picked up off my feet. I panicked and began to fight back, but fighting with these brutes was futile. I hurt my fists more than leaving a mark on our attackers. After several attempts at trying to free myself and screaming I was roughly shoved into a car. In dire need to get free as fear loomed on me, while trying to prevent the inevitable I hit my head on the frame of the car, the world around me began to fade in and out of darkness.

I was coming in and out of consciousness, two men sat on either side of me and I was blocked from the doors. We drove around for what felt like hours only briefly stopping I heard doors being opened and closed, then I was out again.

I don’t know where Chase was, I didn't know where I was, I didn't know anything anymore...