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"Shit..." I said, taking off towards the front door of
the club, James's footsteps quickly following behind
me.. "What are we gonna do?" he asked, I didn't have
time to think about the details- but I had to get up
there. I had to get her out of there before something
happens. In my gut, I knew exactly what was going
on..and after learning all I knew about her, I knew
exactly what'd itd do to her.. I knew how it'd hurt
her, and I wanted nothing more than to protect her
from the distruction it would cause.
"James, I need a way in.." I said, approaching the
glass door and peeking inside at the employees and
waitresses walking around and getting organized for
the night.
"We'll sneak in the kitchen..." he answered, and
pulled me by my shirt towards the side of the
building. He came to a big white metal door..with no
doornob on it and knocked three times hard, before
nervously looking around and grabbing an empty
cardboard box from a dumpster a few feet away. When
the door opened, it was a cook standing on the other
side. "Hey Luke, just bringing in some supplies and my
car was closer to this door. Hold the door for me?
These things are heavy." he said to the greasy looking
cook, who obliged and held the door open for James. I
followed him in, "Uh..i'm with...him..." I answered
confusedly, turning back to James skeptically. We
weaved our way through the back and James ditched the
box as soon as we were out of the sight of 'Luke'.
"What..." I started, but he interrupted, waving me on
and continuing through the labryinth of stoves, metal
counters and table tops and refridgerators. I swear,
this kitchen was bigger than my whole house!
After what felt like an eternity of walking through
the maze, James pushed open a green wood door and
peaked out through it. "Okay..." he said, we're back
to the green hallway-- we just need to backtrack
towards the storage room.. Mike could come around any
of these corners any second, so let me go first and
you follow a few feet behind..and if I snap my fingers
or anything..you duck into a closet, a
bathroom..anything nearby...." he started, but too
late. I took off down the hallway as fast as I could
in the direction of the storage room. "DOUGIE!" he
yelled quitely behind me, but I paid no attention. I
didn't have time to dilly dally. I made my way to the
storage room with no problem, pulling open the door
and heading inside, through the door on the opposite
side, and up the metal crate stairs I had so
familiarly climbed before. But this was different...my
heart was racing, I was sweating, and nervous as to
what i'd find.
Grace's P.O.V.
I sniffed and swallowed nervously, finding my breath
rappid and sparatic, as well as my heart beak quiickly
racing- feeling like it was ready to jump out of my
chest. "Who....what.." I started, but he quickly
grabbed me by the throat and threw me back towards my
dresser and bed, away from the bathroom door. I landed
on the floor in front of my bed, landing with a loud
thud on my tailbone- grimacing at the sting. He
chuckled as he pulled off his coat and threw it on my
bed. I didn't like the way he laughed...or the look in
his eye. I clung to my McFLY teeshirt. Dougie gave it
to me a few weeks ago- we were out at a music store
and I saw it. I pointed it out..and he bought it for
me. I wore it whenever I got the chance ever since. It
was so comfy too, and now I clung to it as tight as I
could, pulling it down taught around my butt and legs,
frightened.
The man started rummaging through my desk drawers,
opening them and peering in, stirring the contents of
the drawers slightly with his fingertips. "Aha.." he
said at one drawer on the bottom left, raising his
eyebrows at me and pulling out a roll of duct tape. I
gasped, scrambling to my feet as fast as I could and
making my way across the room for the door. I pulled
at the combination of locks on the wood door, but
didn't even get one released by the time he had come
over, grabbed me around the waist and slung me over
his shoulder. I screamed as loud as I could for him to
stop...for help of anyone that was nearby, but he
never got flustered or intimidated by my screams.
Kneeling on the wood floor, he put me down infront of
him, duct taping my hands together above my head as I
squirmed and fought him. By this time I was crying
hysterically, begging for him to leave me
alone...asking for an explanation. But he didn't
stir...he didn't respond.. he didn't even show
emotion. He duct taped my hands together and then to
the wood floor as I continued screaming and crying. I
let out one incredibly long, high pitched scream as he
ripped off a piece of tape and pressed it down across
my mouth. He waved his finger at me, "Tsk Tsk Tsk",
before turning around and turning on the radio behind
him on my nightstand, turning the dial all the way to
the right as it began to blast its music, drowning out
my crys and whines from even my own ears.
Dougie's P.O.V.
Half way up the stairs, I heard a blood curdling
scream and my heart stopped. It was Grace. Double
timing it, I raced up the stairs two at a time,
reaching the top and quickly racing to her door. As I
approached it, I heard a radio turn on and blast music
from the other side of the room. It was so loud...even
out here in the hallway. I pounded my fists against
the wood door and yelled as loud as I could- but I
could barely hear the noise of my knocks and pounds. I
sank down slightly, leaning my forehead against the
wood as I leaned my weight back on my heels. "Shit.."
i said to myself, a few seconds later, joined by
James. He put his hands over his ears and mouthed,
"What the hell.." I shrugged and rubbed my forehead
with my index and middle fingers, thinking of a plan
B. After a few minutes, of calming myself down and
thinking of everything thorougly. I jumped to my feet
and grabbed James by his shirt, pulling him along as I
raced back down the stairs, out into the green
hallway, and straight through the club, out the front
doors past the very confused Mike, and into the
parking
lot- out back towards the fire escape. James kept up
with me and I heard Mike shouting and coming after us,
obviously at a very serious...yet slightly casual
pace. "JAMES!" he yelled. "WHAT ARE YOU UP TO. GET
DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW" he called as we climbed up the
fire escape. I continued dragging James along, not
giving him the option to turn around and go back down-
obliging to his intimidating uncle. When we got to
outside her bathroom window I thought for a moment. I
grabbed the wire and pulled it back from the brick.
Grace was smaller than me...this was going to be a
challenge. Atleast I didn't have to be worried about
making noise- there was plenty of radio waves to drown
out any racket I could make- even if I had my amp and
bass. "James, hold the wire up" I ordered loudly,
practically a scream. He scoffed,
but pulled it up and held it up away from the window.
"You are going to get me in SO MUCH trouble..." he
started. I looked around the black steel fire
escape... I needed something...a bat... a
crowbar..anything I could use...
"Aha!" i said, walking over to the edge of the fire
escape and leaning over, pulling on a drain which ran
down from the roof. I pulled off a section of the
large, heavy metal drain- which fit into the other
sections of the drain like a vaccuum hose. I nodded to
James as he looked at me curiously, tossing the pipe
into the bathroom window before climbing up the wall,
my hands braced on the window frame and my feet
digging into the uneven bricks as best I could. Once
my head was in, I reached up towards the ceiling to a
hanging plumbing pipe, and pulled the rest of my body
through the small window. Talk about a tight squeeze.
I picked up the metal pipe off the ground and slowly
made my way towards the wooden bathroom door, trying
to brace myself for what I might find inside. I heard
James clattering behind me, I tightened my grip around
the drain pipe in my hand and turned the doorknob to
Grace's bedroom.
Grace's P.O.V.
I shook my head and cried into the tape, struggling to
breathe through my nose as the man turned back to me
and began unbuttoning his pants. I lost it at this
point, and became completely hysterical- choking and
sobbing against the glue of the tape on my mouth,
practically hyperventilating as I nervously and
anxiously dreaded what was to come. As he dropped his
pants, I pulled my knees up to my chest and kicked him
as hard as I could right in the balls. He doubled over
in pain, leaned over with one hand on his stomach and
the other on the ground between my legs- supporting
his weight. I took full advantage of this and kicked
my foot up as hard as possible...hitting him square in
the nose, which instantly started to bleed.. "YOU
BITCH" I faintly heard him yell over the sounds of
Anberlin on the radio. A second later, he had swiftly
hit me hard across the cheek, grabbing both my
ankles and holding my feet down. I almost distinctly
saw him mouth "your gonna pay for that"...but I
couldn't be quite sure. Needless to say, even kicking
the shit out of him didn't make me feel much better. I
closed my eyes and took a deep breath in, continuing
to sob and shake as he pulled my underware off my
body, grabbing my legs from behind my knees and
pulling me up onto his lap, over his legs which were
folded underneath him. I continued crying and sobbing
as he penetrated me- not only from fear, but now from
pain as well- just praying it'd be over soon.
Dougie's P.O.V.
I opened the door into her bedroom and was enfuriated
at what I saw as I felt James fall to the ground
behind me. Grace was tied down and her hands were
bound, tears covering her cheeks- with the strange man
leaning over her. When James fell to the floor causing
it to shake, he looked up, surprised to see me as he
stopped thrusting into Grace. I took two quick steps
towards him, raised my arms back as far as I could and
swung the drainpipe against his forehead as hard as I
could. He didn't even have time to react, since he
was obvoiusly taken by surprise of my entering, and
crashed to the floor after the blow to the head. I hit
him a few more times until he was unconscious and
kicked him hard in the stomach, before duct taping his
hands to a leg of the bed, turning my attention back
to Grace...who at this point James was staring at in
disbelief.
I flicked off the radio and the room went silent, I
knelt down next to her and pulled the tape off of her
mouth as she continued to sob and gasp for breath,
before pulling her taped wrists off the wood floor and
untangling them. When her arms were free, she curled
up in a ball on her side on the floor and continued to
cry. I looked at James, not sure what to do next. I
lifted up the bottom of her oversized McFLY shirt, to
see her legs covered in blood. "Dammit" I groaned,
pulling the comforter off her bed and wrapping it
around her body before lifting her into my arms as
James unlocked her bedroom door...
I carried her down the stairs, through the supply room
and down into the main room- which was now somewhat
crowded with customers. Mouths dropped as employees
saw me carrying Grace towards the door. I passed Mike
on the way, who looked shocked and angry.. I was so
mad at him, if I wasn't carrying Grace I probably
would have decked him...despite the fact that hes
twice my size and equipped with body guards. As James
followed me through the glass double doors out into
the parking lot, I heard him call after us. "JAMES!!!
DOUG!!...WAIT JUST A MINUTE!" he said, hanging up his
cell phone which he was on and following after us. I
didn't slow down though until I got to my car, opening
the door and putting Grace in the backseat laying
down, wrapped up in the comforter.
"James,You have some serious explaining to do..." Mike
started angrily. "JAMES. Get in the car!" I yelled.
James made a 'Yikes' face, before opening the
passenger door and getting in. Mike then turned to me.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing.." he started
quietly.. I scoffed, "I'm taking her..."
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