Angila

rated 18 for violence, sexual content, and language
Characters: Frank Iero/OFC, Gerard Way/OFC


Chapter index:

Chapter 1-6- page 1
Chapter 7-8- page 2
Chapter 9- page 3
Chapter 10-11- page 4
Chapter 12- page 5
Chapter 13- pages 5-7
Chapter 14- page 7
Chapter 15- page 7
Chapter 16- pages 8 & 9
Chapter 17- page 10
Chapter 18- page 11
Chapter 19-page 11 & 12
Chapter 20-page 13
Chapter 21-pages 15
Chapter 22-page 15 & 16
Chapter 23-page 17-19
Chapter 24-page 19
Chapter 25-page 20 & 21
Chapter 26-pages 22-24
Chapter 27-page 26
Chapter 28-page 27
Chapter 29-pages 28 & 29
Chapter 30-pages 30-33
Chapter 31-pages 34 & 35
Chapter 32-pages 36, 37, 39, 40, 42, 43, 45, and 47
Chapter 33-page 48
Chapter 34-pages 50, 52-53, 55, 57-58, 60, 64, 66
Chapter 35-page 70
Chapter 36-page 71-73
Chapter 37-page 75
Chapter 38-page 80
Chapter 39-page 84
Chapter 40-pages 86 & 87
Chapter 41-page 90, 95, 97
Chapter 42-page 100
Chapter 43-page 103 & 104

Chapter 1
Arica's POV

I awoke slowly, groggily. My head felt like a cinder block had been attached to it. I tried to sit up, but with a start realized I couldn’t. My hands were bound behind me, and my feet were tied together as well. Trying to scream was futile, as I had something wrapped around my mouth. It felt like ductape. Suddenly the events that brought me to this place, wherever this place was, came rushing back. Oh, God, Jazmine must be so worried! Dear sweet, crazy Jazmine, my cousin and best friend. This trip was supposed to be the best time of our lives, the thing we’d always look back on fondly. It hadn’t started off well to begin with.

We’d driven from Iowa to Texas to see Edgefest, an all day festival that featured our favorite band, My Chemical Romance. Nick, my husband, hadn’t wanted me to go, but he was understanding about these things. He had to be. He realized that I needed to get away, get some space, get away from all the drama in our home. His drinking had become a serious problem, and if I didn’t go somewhere and get out of there I’d probably end up leaving him. Without ever saying it, I knew that he knew that. I’d have left long ago if it hadn’t been for our six-year-old son, Aiden. He was my life. Every single one of my days revolved around him, and I wanted him to have a stable home. My own parents’ divorce had devastated me so I toughed it out. But with each passing day, and each argument I tried to hide from Aiden, it seemed that instead of protecting him from hurt I was only making it worse for all of us. Maybe we’d be better off apart. Something had to give in this marriage, and we both knew it. So this concert had come up, and the next thing I knew, Jazmine and I were on our way to Texas. My own mini-vacation, a time to think and figure out what exactly it was that I wanted.

When we first met the strange trucker near Kansas City I should have turned around. I should have listened to my instinct that told me something wasn’t right. I had been warned…When he nearly ran us off the road closer to Oklahoma, we should have called the cops. But we didn’t. We thought he was just some crazy so we drove fast and hard and thought we got away from him. But he found us. When we arrived in Texas that night, we went to a bar. Another stupid one on my part. I let Jazmine talk me into it, since Nick would never know anyway. He constantly jumped to conclusions, so I really had no problem with lying to him that night.

The instant we walked in, Jazmine got hit on. His name was Eddie, and I could not explain why I didn’t like him. He gave me a weird vibe, and I immediately tried to get her away from him. She would have none of it, of course. She basically ignored me the entire night, getting hammered and cuddling up to him. I got pissed and took off to the bathroom, which is where I ran into the trucker once again. He cornered me in the dark hallway, wrapping his fingers around my throat. Oh, God, I thought he was going to kill me. I couldn’t even really hear what he was telling me, as all I could hear was my own heartbeat in my ears. He said something about a warning, and complained that I needed to stop running away from him.

Eddie had saved me from him, however. He pulled him off of me and beat him until some other patrons had to restrain him from killing the man. The trucker was arrested, and we went back to our motel. End of story, or so I thought.

Chapter 2

We met up with Eddie at the concert, and he got us to the front of the pit. I had the time of my life. For a few hours I forgot about all my problems, and finally got to act young and dumb like everyone around us. For a few moments, I had no worries, no responsibilies. We gushed about the hot musicians and melted under the hot sun. I was in heaven.

Everything turned south when I mentioned something to Eddie about My Chemical Romance coming on soon. He made some cocky comment; I can’t even remember now what it was. Something about them being assholes or something. Before long, he and I were in a heated argument. It was the stupidest argument ever, I realize. So he thought they were jerks, no big deal. It’s a matter of opinion. Neither or us knew for sure anyway, I was just going by the picture in my head. From the way I reacted, you’d have thought he was talking shit about my grandma or something.

It had become this big, overblown thing, and before too long Jazmine had gotten involved. Much to my chagrin, she sided with him. That pissed me off, and then the whole argument turned from My Chem to my being jealous of her. This was crazy, but she really seemed to believe it. She said that I was jealous because no guys had hit on me since we’d been there, and I was trying to push this guy away from her. I told her she was being retarded because I was married and didn’t want any dipshits hitting on me anyway. It went back and forth like that for awhile until I got mad enough to walk away from the situation.

I went to the beer garden and drank 3 beers quickly. I’d have had more but the shit was $8 a glass and couldn’t bring myself to spend more than $24 on beer. My Chemical Romance was being announced anyway, so I hurried back to the pit.

Jazmine quickly lost my attention as the guys took the stage. They were so on. Gerard was pitch perfect, Ray, Frank, and Mikey couldn’t have missed a lick and Bob drumming kicked ass as always. I lost myself in their music, their energy. But it was over too soon. They exited quickly after “Helena”, and I turned to Jazmine to face the problem at hand. We had to get this resolved. It was stupid. But Jazmine wouldn’t even look at me. She was drowning inside Eddie’s mouth so I left the pit again to get another beer. I’d decided that another $8 wouldn’t break me. I was so fed up with Jazmine’s bullshit that I just wanted to get drunk.

I had my fourth beer, but I didn’t feel drunk at all. The first three had made me feel a little tipsy, but after all the jumping around and sweating and singing during My Chem’s set I’d felt that it had pretty much worn off. I turned from the beer garden to go to the bathroom when I ran straight into a security guard. I hadn’t meant to, but he’d started asking me how much I’d had to drink. I tried to tell him I wasn’t drunk, that’d it’d been an accident, but he wouldn’t listen to me. He grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the front gates, saying I had to pass a sobriety test or risk getting kicked out. I was scared shitless, needless to say. I debated on running away from him, but I knew if I did I’d get kicked out for sure. Like a lamb, I followed him. Just in front of the gate, he turned abruptly to me and smiled wickedly.

“You ready sweety?” That’s what he whispered in the creepiest voice I’d ever heard. His right arm flew from behind his back like lightning, and in an instant a sharp, hot pain spread over my left shoulder. Startled, I looked at my shoulder, then back at him. “What the fuck?” I managed to squeak out before I felt my knees buckling. He caught hold of me and laughed, telling someone near us that I was too drunk. I couldn’t respond, couldn’t defend myself. My mouth wouldn’t work and I couldn’t move anything. His breath was hot and disgusting in my ear as he told me we were going for a ride. I fell asleep on his shoulder with Aiden’s face floating through my mind.


Chapter 3

I tried to focus on my surroundings but was having some difficulty. The drug he’d injected me with had left my head feeling fuzzy, and I couldn’t think very well. I was lying on a bed, that much I knew, because I couldn’t smell the body odor and God knew what else permeating from the mattress beneath me. Suddenly the weight shifted on the bed and I rolled softly into something. Holy shit, there was another person on the bed with me! I thought in a panic. Closing my eyes I tried to pretend I was still unconscious. Maybe if they thought I was still out they wouldn’t hurt me. Footfalls fell heavy from directly above where I was laying. I whimpered slightly, knowing there was nothing I could do to get myself out of this situation. I was going to die now. It was a dreadful realization.

The door to the room I was in swung open and a light was flipped on. I didn’t move; I barely allowed myself to breath.

“Stop pretending,” A deep voice boomed. “I know you’re awake.”

I opened my eyes and squinted at the figure of a large man towering over me. As my eyes adjusted, his features became clear. To no surprise I was staring into the face of the security guard.

“Well hello!” He said, smiling down at me. “Did you have a nice nap?” He reached down a stroked my forehead, and instinctively I pulled away from his touch. He frowned and grabbed a handful of my hair, jerking my head up off the bed. I let out a muffled cry of pain. Just as quickly he dropped my head back down on the bed and glanced behind me.

“So have you two officially met?”

Slowly, I turned my head to see who lay on the bed next to me. As if everything that had thus far happened to me hadn’t been shocking enough, I was in for an entirely different sort of surprise. Next to me, just a bound, gagged, and scared as hell as I, was Frank Iero, guitarist for My Chemical Romance.

Angila

Chapter 4

I stared at Frank, unable to look away. I’d always secretly hoped to meet him, as he was my favorite member of the band, but at this moment I just wanted him to go away. I never, ever would have thought something like that under normal circumstances. Laying on a bed mere inches away from Frank Iero? Hell yeah! But this wasn’t like that. I couldn’t be excited. Not even a little bit. I squeezed my eyes shut for several moments before sneaking another peek. Goddamnit, he was still there. This was all too fucking real.

“So, do you know who you’re looking at?” The man asked, bringing me out of my daze. I nodded while Frank simultaneously shook his head.

“Of course you don’t,” He nodded in Frank’s direction. “You’re a rock star for God’s sake. Why would you know someone like this?” Frank regarded him with a strange expression, then flicked his eyes at me. His look communicated frustration and confusion. I couldn’t have agreed more.

“Okay, everybody. I can see it’s time for introductions.” The man pulled a folding chair up behind him, scraping it loudly across the cement floor. He leaned in close to me. I could smell his breath. It smelled like…ass. There was no other way to describe it.

“I’m going to ungag you now. You can scream all you like, but there will be no one to hear you cry and all you will succeed in doing is pissing me off. The choice is yours.” He pulled my head up off the bed, gently this time, and began to unravel the duct tape. It was wrapped completely around my head, stuck to my hair. It hurt like hell and I wanted to cry as he pulled out all my hair, but instead I closed my eyes and cried silent tears. When he was through with me he reached over and did the same with Frank. He didn’t make a sound, only stared at the man angrily.

“Ok, this is going to be fun!” He rubbed his hands together and slapped his knee. “My name is Roger. We’re-Arica! Stop looking so scared! I’m not going to hurt you, you’re going to hurt each other!” I took a horrified look at Frank. He had his eyes closed and his head leaned back against the mattress. “Here, sit up.” Roger demanded. He took a hold of my arm and pulled me to the upright position, then pushed me into the wall that the bed was leaning against. Then he pulled Frank up to the wall next to me. “Hold on, guys.” He turned around and pushed some buttons on the video camera sitting on a tripod behind him. We don’t want to miss a minute of this.”

He turned back to us. “Let’s get to know each other. Everyone, state your name. Neither of us spoke, and his eyes flashed. “You don’t want to make this harder than it has to be. DO WHAT I FUCKING SAY!” He exploded. “I have the power, not you!”

“Arica Turner,” I quickly squealed.

“Frank Iero.” It came out as a grunt.

“Much better. Who wants to take a guess why they’re here?” I looked at Roger in wonderment. This guy was off his fucking rocker! Like there could be a reasonable explanation for this!

“C’mon, nobody’s got an answer?” The room was silent. “Okay, I’ll tell you why you’re here. You’re here to learn! To learn about yourselves, your strengths, your weaknesses. God knows you have a lot of weaknesses. I’m going to expose those for you.”

Frank cleared his throat and finally spoke up. “Are you going to kill us?”

“Good question! I guess the answer to that depends on you. You have to keep the person next to you alive if you ever want to see your families again.”

Frank glanced at me, then turned back to Roger, his jaw clenched. “So I keep her alive, I get to go home. That’s what you’re saying?” Roger nodded. “How can we fucking trust you?”

Roger cackled. “That’s the best part. You can’t! But what other choice do you have?”

“Why are you doing this? Why me? Why us?!” I shrieked, tears falling down my cheeks.

“Why not you two? I’ve never seen a couple of more self-absorbed people in all my life. On one hand, you have the rock-star. His self-absorption is pretty easy to pinpoint.” Frank let out a protesting breath, but Roger waved his hand in front of him.

“But you, Arica, go much deeper than that. On the surface, everything looks fine. But all you do is feel sorry for yourself. We’re going to break this cycle and get you two to think of someone else for a change. Someone you don’t know at all, whose death would have no profound affect on you.”

“I do not feel sorry for myself!” I countered.

“Oh no? What about your problems with your husband? Isn’t it true that you feel everything is his fault? You have no blame for any of it, right?”

I opened my mouth to speak, but quickly shut it. “No,” I said finally. “That’s not true at all.” Even I could hear the defeat in my voice.

“Maybe you drive him to drink, Arica. Did you ever think about that?”

“How the fuck do you know this shit!” I screamed. “Have you been looking in my windows?! What the fuck is going on?!”

“I know all about you. I know so much it would make you cringe. How do you really feel about Nick, really?”

“I love him!”

“Hmm. Seems strange. Why would you say that he’s not a real husband and father if you love him so much?”

I sank back against the wall. How in the hell could he know any of this? I felt so completely violated. Frank was staring at me with an expression I couldn’t read at all. “I do love him,” I whispered.

“Maybe a little, but nothing like you used to. If you did, you wouldn’t be fantasizing about Frank here.”

“He’s a fucking rock star!” I spat as I felt my face grow red. “Everyone fantasizes about a rock star, a movie star, whatever. Everyone does it!” I couldn’t bring myself to look in Frank’s direction. Instead I shot daggers at Roger.

“Look, I’ve embarrassed her! How cute!”

My ears were burning red. I could feel them. I knew he was out to humiliate me and break me. It was working.

“What about Aiden, Arica?”

“What?” My voice caught. “What about him? Don’t you say one word about my little boy! I love him more than anything!”

“That I don’t doubt. But don’t you sometimes feel…trapped? Like you got married and had him too young, before you could really enjoy life?”

“No,” I shook my head, beginning to cry again. I could barely speak .“I love him so much! Please let me go home to him! He needs his Mommy!” I threw myself down on the bed and cried facedown in the stench. I didn’t care. Nothing mattered anymore.

“Get up,” Roger demanded.

I couldn’t. I’d surrendered myself to my tears and couldn’t move. I wanted to die right there.

“Get the fuck up!”

“Why? You’re going to kill us anyway! You’re never going to let me see my little boy again!”

“Unless you want to die right now, you will get up.”

Angila

“C’mon Arica, please!” Frank pleaded. Frank was the voice that finally got through to me. I knew it wasn’t going to do any good to dissolve this way, so I obliged and slowly took my place next to him on the wall.

“So we can see what your big weakness is. When I mention Aiden, you disinigrate.”

Hearing this caused me to burst into a new round of tears. “Leave him alone,” I croaked.

“What do you take me for, a monster?” I don’t hurt innocent little children. Only their selfish mothers.”

“I’m not selfish! I’ve lived my whole life for other people. I don’t ever have time for just me! It’s all Nick and Aiden, all the time!”

“It’s that sort of thinking that makes you selfish. You’re going through the motions, but you’re just wishing everyone wouldn’t be so demanding of your time. You need to appreciate what you have.”

“I do! I know I’m lucky!”

“You say it, but you don’t really believe it.”

“How the fuck do you know what I believe? You think you know everything, but you fucking know nothing!” I spat.

In an instant, he had reached over and wrapped his left hand around my throat, slapping me with his right. “Are you going to talk to me like that again?” Slap. I shook my head. “Are you sure?” Slap.

“Man, stop hurting her!” Frank interjected.

“You shut the fuck up, unless you want to watch me mash her face in. Is that what you want?” Frank swallowed and shook his head. “I really would hate to do that,” Roger said, caressing my cheek. He released his left hand from my throat, and I was left gasping for air. “Such a pretty face. Don’t you think so, too, Frank?”

“What? Oh, umm, yeah,” Frank stammered.

“You don’t say that with much conviction, son. What, you don’t find her attractive?” He was staring Frank down, but still had his hand on my face.

“Yeah, sure, she’s attractive!”

“Do you want to fuck her?”

“What?! Jesus Christ, no! She’s married, and I’m engaged!”

“Since when does that matter, hmm?” Frank didn’t answer. “So you won’t mind if I fuck her instead, right?” He suddenly dropped his hand from my cheek to my breast and squeezed.

“No! PLEASE! No, no, no!” I tried to wrench away from his grasp, but it was a futile attempt. He pinned me up against the wall and pressed himself against me.

“No! Leave her alone!” Frank demanded, twisting toward us.

“What are you going to do about it?” Roger asked, beginning to pull my shirt up. I cringed and turned my face into the wall. “I could fuck her right here and make you watch. Do you want to listen to her scream?”

“Goddamnit! Please! I can’t do anything except appeal to you as a human being! Don’t hurt her!”

Roger chuckled. “That isn’t going to help. I’m something other than human. Why do you give a shit what happens to her anyway? You don’t know her.”

“I know that, but it doesn’t matter! She’s still a person, and I wouldn’t be able to sit idly by while anyone was being hurt like…that.” He said, trailing off.

Roger smirked at him for several moments before releasing me from his grasp. I felt so ill I thought I might throw up right there.

“Hold it together,” Frank whispered. “It’s going to be okay.” I smiled weakly at him.

“Alright, where were we? Oh, yes. On to you, Frank. Like I asked before, since when does being married or having a girlfriend matter? Oh, I guess you’d never cheat on her, huh?”

Frank opened his mouth, then shut it again.

“Got nothing to say now? Do you cheat on her?”

“No!” Frank responded indignantly.

“Really? It seems to me that I read somewhere a couple of months back about such an indiscretion.”

“Fuck you! That is bullshit!” Frank looked ready to kill him.

“C’mon, Frank! You’re on the road all the time, with all those adoring fans…it’d be so easy! She’ll never have to know! No one will!”

“Sarah is with me almost all the time on the road! I would never fucking do it!”

Roger snorted. “So you’re trying to tell me that you’re a regular fucking saint. Is that it?”

Frank gave him an almost pained look. “Well, I never said that either.”
“How great do you think you are, Frank?” Roger asked, suddenly changing the subject.

“What are you talking about?”

“Don’t act stupid. How great do you think you are, standing up there on stage, night after night?”

Frank shrugged. “What can I say? I’m living my dream.”

“But more so than that, you think you’re better than your fans, correct?”

“No, I certainly fucking don’t! I know it could be someone else up there just as easily as it could be me! I sometimes still don’t believe all this is real!” Frank’s face was beat red and he was shaking.

Roger snorted. “If that were true, you wouldn’t turn away fans.”

“Turn away fans? I don’t-“

“You sure as fuck do! My son was your biggest fan! He had all your cd’s, and would sit up in his room playing all your songs on his guitar. As best as he could, anyway. He worshipped you. He wanted to BE you. Then he saw you, in California, at a gas station. You completely blew him off and acted like a holier than thou asshole. You wouldn’t even sign an autograph.”

Frank shook his head. “No, I wouldn’t do that. That never happened.”

“You calling my son a liar?” Roger stood up, clenching his hands at his sides.

“No I’m not, I just don’t remember anything like that.”

“You wouldn’t. People like you don’t give a fuck about anyone else.”

“That’s not fucking true! I do too!”

“I’m sorry, you’re right. You give a fuck about some people. You give autographs to the legions of screaming little girlies. You just wouldn’t do it because he’s a guy. You’d have no use for him.”

Frank exhaled loudly. “This is all such bullshit! I seriously don’t remember anything like that, but if I did that to your son, I’m sorry! I never meant to hurt anyone!”

“It’s a little too late for that, I’m afraid.” Roger slowly shook his head. “He hates you now. When we set this plan into motion, he was ecstatic when your name came up. Doesn’t that make you feel special?”

“What do you fucking want? Money? I know they’ll pay! I’ll give you a number to call-“

“Fuck you AND your money! What I want is so much better than that. Over time, you’ll come to understand. For now,” He stood up, stretching and yawning. “I’ve got to go get something to eat.” He walked over to the door and turned around. “Are you two hungry?” We both nodded instantly. “I’m sorry. Guess I forgot to tell you that that’s too bad. See you tomorrow.” With that, he exited, leaving the light on. Several locks were slid into place on the other side of the door before he tramped up the stairs.

Angila

Okay this is making me a little nervous, but I'll keep going anyway! Please leave some comments! The good, the bad, the ugly (but not too ugly) Let me know what you guys think! Also sorry for the really long posts. Please don't let it turn you away!


As soon as the sound of the footsteps grew faint, Frank exploded. “I’m going to fucking kill him!” He hopped all over the bed, completely flipping out. “He is not going to get away with this, that’s for sure. We’re going to get out of here, because I’m going to murder him!” He growled loudly. “How could this fucking happen?!”

I began to cry again. “What are we going to do? How are we going to get out of here? How could you possible kill him?”

“There might be something around here that we could use as a weapon.”
“Do you really think he’d be that stupid? He seems to have thought of everything.”

He shot a hateful look in my direction. “I can always fucking hope, can’t I?” His voice was filled with bitterness.

Dejected, I hung my head. “I’m sorry. I hope he did too. I just…” I didn’t finish the sentence.

He hopped to the edge of the bed and looked around. “We’ve got to figure out a way to get this rope off.”

“I know. My wrists are on fire.”

He turned to look at me, as if it were the first time he’d actually seen me. “Turn around,” He ordered.

I did so slowly, not quite sure what it was that he wanted. “Holy shit,” He said gravely. “That’s way too damn tight. It looks like you’re bleeding a little.”

I looked at the rope on my feet. It didn’t seem that thick. “I’ve got an idea.”

“Let’s hear it.”

“I’m going to chew through the rope.”

“Are you serious? Do you really think that will work?”

“Actually, I do. I have very sharp incisors.”

“Like a vampire?”

I couldn’t help but roll my eyes. “Yeah, like a vampire. Turn around.”
He obeyed, sitting down on the edge of the bed. I laid down behind him and immediately went to work. It wasn’t long before he started fidgeting, however, and the rope kept getting pulled out of my mouth. “Frank.” He didn’t answer, but jerked his hands again. “Frank!”

“What?”

“Hold still! You’re making this impossible.”

“Oh, sorry.” He held them much stiller this time, but I could tell it took some effort for him. A small part of me laughed inside suddenly and wished I could call Jazmine and tell her how close I was to Frank Iero’s ass at the moment. More helpless feelings washed over me as I continued to work on his rope. I fought to control them and continue with the task at hand. After what seemed like hours but couldn’t really have been, I’d chewed through the last strands and the rope sprung free.

“Thank-you! God that feels so much better!” He rubbed his wrists. “Okay, hold on. I’ll have you out in two seconds.” It seemed like it took just as long to fight with the rope with his hands as I had with my teeth. He finally got it undone and we both quickly untied our feet.

“He’s recording all this shit. Let’s turn it off.” Frank jumped up and quickly hit the off button. We wandered around the room, looking for something heavy to hit him with, or an escape route, or something. The room we were in was small, about 15x15. There were no windows, so there was also no natural light. At least there was a bathroom. Thank God for small favors. The only things weapon worthy that they’d found was the chair he’d sat on, and maybe the camera. It’s not like he wouldn’t see those coming, though. In frustration, Frank pounded his hands on the walls while I sat down on the floor in front of the bed and stared at nothing. We were both silent for a very long time.

“How long do you think we’ve been here?” I finally asked him.

He shook his head. “I have no idea. I don’t know what he injected me with, or how long I was out. Did he inject you too?”

I nodded, pulling my shirt back to reveal the bruise on my shoulder. “God I’m so fucking stupid!” I screamed at the ceiling.

“Why are you stupid?”

“Because! I bumped into the motherfucker by the bathrooms, and he told me I had to take a sobriety test or I was going to get kicked out. I believed that bullshit! We got almost to the gates before he stabbed me with that needle. And that bitch at the gate didn’t see any of that? He would have had to drag me out, or carry me. How the hell did he get away with this?”

Frank shrugged and shook his head slowly. “Maybe she was in on it, I don’t know. How could he have gotten me out? It happened right after the set. That fucking security poser was walking with the rest of us, but there was other security right there! Everything is usually so tight! I stopped to tie my shoe and the rest of the guys kept on walking. Roger stopped, bent down, and said something. I didn’t hear him, so I asked him to repeat it. He said, ‘Ready tiger?’ I thought that was strange, but I just nodded and started following everyone else. That’s when he got me. Right here.” He pointed out a bruise on his right bicep. I tried to yell, but it happened to fast. I just remember starting to fall down.”

I bent forward and put my head in my hands. “Jazmine has got to be beside herself. She’s my cousin. She’s stuck in Texas, you know, with no way home. We brought my car down here. I had the keys with me in my purse. I have no idea what she’s going to do.

Frank pursed his lips. “I know. We’re supposed to be in San Antonio tomorrow night. I have no idea what they’re going to do. Wait? They’ll have to cancel dates; it’ll be a mess.

“Well I’m sure you’re worth canceling a few dates for.”

He looked down at his hands before glancing up again and meeting my gaze. “What if it’s not just a few dates? What if we’re here for a long time?”

My mind flashed to Aiden, and my promise to him to be home Monday night. “We can’t be. We just can’t.” I could feel the tears threatening to return.

“Listen,” He said softly, his entire demeanor changing. “I’m sorry. I’m not trying to make you feel hopeless.” He reached over and patted my hand uncomfortably before continuing. “We’re going to get out of here, okay? You WILL see your family again soon.”

Angila

I couldn’t help but tell him how I felt. I needed to talk to someone, and he was the only one there. I wanted to look tough in front of Frank but I just didn’t have it in me. I wasn’t tough. I was nothing but weak and now I knew it. “I’m so scared!” Tears spilled down my cheeks.

He looked startled for a moment, then sat down on the floor across from me. “I know you’re scared. So am I. But remember when he said that if we kept each other alive we’d get to go home? I don’t plan on letting you die. But you have to keep up your end of the bargain.”

I nodded, but continued wailing. “But then after that he said we couldn’t trust him!”

“Arica! Just stay positive!” He sounded a little exasperated. He smiled weakly, and his eyes were filled with concern, but there was something else. There was another look on his face that was harder to read. I was pretty sure he was thinking something like, “Fuck. Great. I’m going to die for sure with this goddamn idiot in charge of my life. He couldn’t feel too secure right now, but at least he was holding it together.

I’d calmed down but still sat on the floor staring at my feet. I’d been doing this for 27 days, I do believe. Frank moved to the bed and laid back down. “This shit stinks bad,” He complained. I nodded in agreement but didn’t look his way.

“Are you tired?” He asked. I nodded wordlessly again.

“I suppose we should talk about sleeping arrangements then."

“Sleeping arrangements?” I asked wearily, finally turning and giving him a questioning look.

“Well obviously there’s only one bed.” He began, pointing down to it.
“Yeah,” I raised my eyebrows.

“What I’m saying is that I should probably do the gentlemanly thing and offer to take the floor.”

I thought about this for a moment. The floor that I had been sitting on for hours was hard and cold. It had turned my ass numb. I looked to the foot of the bed where a dirty blanket lay bunched up. “There’s only one blanket.”

“I know,” He said, glancing at it. “It’s kind of gross though, and not that big anyway. Do you want to use it?”

“No, but I can’t sleep without a blanket.”

“Me either.”

“So what do we do then?” I pulled myself up and put a knee on the edge of the bed, waiting for a response. When he didn’t say anything, I shrugged. “You don’t really want to sleep on the floor, do you?”

He chuckled softly. “Not really.”

“Then don’t worry about it. We’re in this situation, so we have to make the best of it, I guess. We’ll sleep on opposite sides and I promise I won’t try to touch you or anything.”

His eyebrows shot up. “That’s not what I was getting at. I was just thinking that I shouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed as a married woman.”

“No, you shouldn’t. But there’s really not much choice here, as I see it.”
He smiled sheepishly and put his hands behind his head. “I was really hoping you’d see it that way. I did NOT want to sleep on that cold ass floor.”

He didn’t move, so I assumed his side would be the side closest to the door. I climbed up onto the bed, careful not bump into him.

“You want to grab that blanket, then?” He asked sleepily.

“Yeah, sure.” I pulled it up over the bed, throwing half of it over top of him.

“Thanks.” Yawning, he pulled the blanket up to his chin. “Do you want the light off?”

“I don’t know. I don’t even know where the light switch is at.”

He nodded. “Yeah, leave it on then. It doesn’t matter.”

I laid down and tried to get comfortable, but all I could smell was the blanket. I turned my face toward Frank and must have had a disgusted look on it, because he smiled.

“It smells like shit, doesn’t it.”

“God yes.” I pulled it away from my face. “I can’t even explain what it smells like. What I wouldn’t give for a bottle of Fabreze right now.”
He chuckled softly. “No kidding.”

We laid there silently for awhile, not a sound in the room but the rhythm of our own breathing. “Frank? You sleeping?” I finally called out quietly.
“Nope.”

I hesitated, not sure how to say what I wanted to say. I didn’t want to admit it, but he still intimidated me. “I…I just wanted to thank you.”
“For what? I didn’t do anything.”

“Well, from before, ya know, when he was…ya know…” I trailed off and looked over at him to see if he understood. He was studying me in a knowing way.

“I get what you’re saying, Arica. But I really didn’t do anything. He just stopped.”

“I know, but you tried, at least. It counts for something.”

He didn’t say anything for a long time. It was as if he were choosing his words carefully. “If…if it’s at all possible, I won’t let that happen. If I can do anything so stop it, I will. Believe me.” My eyes locked with his, and I knew that he meant it. I hoped that if or when the time came, I’d have the courage to protect him as well. I couldn’t imagine how I possibly would be able to, though. I was a pansy; it was clear. I’d always thought I was a pretty tough girl, when it came down an actual life or death situation, I did nothing but whine and cry. I was humiliated with myself.
Surprisingly, I fell asleep quickly. Thoughts of Aiden comforted me. I dreamt of him, of his soft, sweet little voice, his blonde hair, his blue eyes shining up at me. “I love you Mommy, and I miss you. Come home soon.” I bent down to his level to reassure him and tell him I loved him too when I was wrenched from my dream by a firm grasp on my forearm.

I opened my eyes to find Roger leering over me, grinning wildly. “Ready for some fun?” He asked with a wink.

Angila

Chapter 6

I froze, so afraid of Roger’s idea of “fun.” I didn’t want to know. He pulled me up roughly so I was in the sitting position. Frank had been awakened as well and had scooted down to the foot of the bed. Roger released my arm and reached inside of his flannel coat. He pulled out a gun swung it lazily in my direction. I gasped and pulled back.

“Are you ready for your first test?” His face was full of viciousness. “Eeny, meeny,” He alternated pointing the gun between us. “Miney moe.” He stopped at Frank and cocked the gun.

“No!” I shrieked.

Roger looked at me thoughtfully. “What’s wrong? Do you want to die instead? Are you ready to lay down your life for your favorite rock star? Is he important enough that you’d risk never seeing your son again because of him?”

Frank looked at me with tears in his eyes.

Whimpering, I covered my eyes. “Just don’t shoot him.”

He laughed and uncocked the gun. “I’m not. What I’m going to do will be a lot more fun than just shooting him in the face.” He reached into his pocket again, this time pulling out a syringe. “Ready, Arica?”

“Oh, hell no!” I screamed, jumping up to a standing position on the bed. I tried to get around him and jump off the bed, but he grabbed hold of my ankle. Frank sprang into action, tackling him.

“Get the gun!” I screamed. I’d reached the door and was frantically trying to open it. The two men wrestled around on the floor, Roger grunting and groaning, as he was much older and not in very good shape.

“Eddie! Eddie, help me!” Roger bellowed.

I backed away from the door as I heard lock being slid from the other side. Eddie stood there grinning at me. “Hi, Arica.” My mouth dropped open. I stared at him for a moment in disbelief. My rage finally came to the surface and I began punching him. “You cocksucker! You set me up!” I hit him as hard as I could in the jaw and actually sent him back a few feet.

“Bitch!” He squealed, covering his face where I’d hit him.

“Eddie!” Roger pleaded breathlessly. Frank hadn’t given up and was getting the better of him. The gun had clattered to the floor a few feet on the other of them and Frank was frantically reaching for it. Seeing this, I quickly jumped across the pile and wrapped my hand around the gun. It was just a quickly taken from me, however, as Eddie jumped on top of me, pulling my hair and jerking my head back. He grabbed the gun and hit me in the face repeatedly until I lost my grip and fell forward. I lay there face down as there was more scuffling behind me. I could feel blood trickling down my face from the wound on my forehead where the gun had hit me.

I rolled over as Roger was getting up breathlessly. Eddie had the gun pressed against the back of Frank’s head. “If you ever,” Roger said, panting, “EVER try to do something like that again, I’ll kill you both slow.” Frank lay on the floor looking completely defeated as Eddie pressed the gun hard into the side of his head.

Eddie, what the fuck?” Roger exploded, shoving him. “You almost let her take you! She’s a fucking girl!” Eddie stared at the floor, looking ashamed. “Aww, I think you’ll have a bruise there!” Roger flicked him on the cheek where I’d hit him, and Eddie winced.

“Get the fuck up,” Roger demanded, glancing at Frank, then at me. He snatched the gun from Eddie. “Go sit on the bed.” We both got up slowly and sat down next to each other on the bed. Frank had a strange smile on his face.

“Hey, you’re hurt,” He whispered.

I nodded, holding the back of my sleeve to my forehead to stop the bleeding. “I had that fucking gun,” I whispered.

“I know.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be! That was awesome.”

“Stop fucking talking.” Roger demanded, kicking the bed. We both jumped and looked up at him.

“You two think you’re so fucking cool, don’t you?” He began pacing back and forth in front of us. “That was stupid. Really fucking stupid. It will backfire, I promise you that. It always will. Everything will be so much worse when you pull bullshit stunts like that.”

I glared at Eddie from the bed. He smiled back queerly. “Why are you so mad at me, Arica?”

“Fuck you,” I spat.

“Don’t talk to my son like that!”

I shook my head slowly. “Your son. Awesome.”

Frank nudged me, wide-eyed. “You know this guy?”

“No, not really. We met this douche when we first got to Texas. He hit on my cousin and started this huge fight between us. Was that the plan, Eddie? To get us separated so she wouldn’t be a factor?”

Eddie gave a quick nod and laughed. “God, that didn’t take you very long to figure out.” I wanted to lunge at him again, but thought better of it.

“Now that we’re done with the bullshit,” Roger began, twirling the syringe around in his hand, “We can get down to business. Eddie, hold her.” Eddie was on me in a second, pinning me back on the bed.

“Get off me, you motherfucker!” I shrieked, twisting, kicking, and trying to bite him. Frank grabbed Eddie and started pulling him off, but Roger grabbed him by the back of the neck behind and threw him onto the floor. He reached under Eddie who was sitting on top of me and plunged the needle deep into my stomach.

Eddie got off of me and I rolled over, howling in pain. “Why are you doing this to me, Eddie? Why?”

"When this is all over, you'll be way better off. You'll see."

“I fucking hate you.” I was beginning to lose consciousness, so it came out slurred.

“No you don’t. You love me.”

I couldn’t respond as my mind grew fuzzy and I passed out.

Roger turned to Frank, who still lay on the floor. “Alright, my boy. Let’s get him set up.”

Nephilim

holy shit this is long;

&& amazing!!

I CALL NO.1 FAN!!

is that the end?
please say noooo.

lovely.
fucking lovely.
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Angila

Yay someone's reading it! And I have a fan! Oh no, this is not the end, I promise you that! I know its long, I'm sorry for that! I guess I can't help it! Its going to be a lot longer

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Nephilim

so more soon?
looking forward to it.

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Angila

working on the next part right now! I promise I'll have it posted tonight yet

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