Broken and Mended

Making my way around the house, I slowly step behind a few of the walls, deciding to peek my head out first before moving. The coast was clear throughout the whole back of the house, that was until I moved to the front. All of his friends were there... And very clearly wasted by the fact of how they were talking. My eyes widen, suddenly very unsure of what to do, but deciding to crawl hopefully unnoticed into the very large bushes that were lined up in the front of our house; they would lead me up to the front door and stairs.

@ rachthebat

Matt ignored the voice, continuing his journey down the unlit hallway, feeling his way along the walls so he didn't trip over anything or bump into anyone else. He didn't get very far when the voice sounded again.

"Hey, I asked you a question! Where do you think you're going?"

Huffing, Matt turned towards the voice, squinting into the darkness. "I'm leaving." Not giving the stranger another ounce of attention, he turned back around and continued on.

"You're gonna miss the best part, man. The girl is coming out to play, soon, gonna have some fun with her."

Matt felt sick to his stomach, swallowing down bile that wanted out. He didn't even want to think about what the guy meant by 'fun'. "Thanks, but no thanks." He heard the guy mutter unintelligible words under his breath, breathing out a sigh of relief that he was now alone. Up ahead, he saw the moon shine through a small window, thanking his lucky stars that it was the front door. Trying the handle, he found it locked, wondering where Maria was.

@ thedesolaterose

I quickly peek out through the branches of the bushes, unsure of how to make my way up the steps without being noticed; it would be impossible. I continue to crawl through the bushes, a few of the men practically standing right over them. Quietly crawling, I let out a gasp of pain, a horrible feeling as if my leg was being cut in half. Looking back to my leg, the sight was rather gross to be honest.

My already cut up legs now had a prickle branch wrapped around my leg... My luck.
I sit up, trying to pull it off or at least unwrap the branch, but to my prevail it was just cutting up my hands as well.

I quickly shake my head in frustration, the blood making my hands slippery, a rancid breath of alcohol quickly breezing over my head quickly.

"Oh well look at what I found here... She came out herself this time!"

@ rachthebat

Matt could hear muffled voices coming through the door, trying to see out of the window at the top. But it was patterned glass, all he could see was blurry shapes. "Dammit!" Pushing off the door, he crossed the entrance hall and backed up, going back the way he came. He was about to slip into the kitchen when the front door burst open, a tall, stocky guy carrying a bloodied Maria behind him. Matt froze, eyes wide as he watched the group drag a terrified Maria away from him. Biting back his own fear, he slowly made his way towards them, thinking he would have to play his part first in order to get them both out.

@ thedesolaterose

Seemingly resisting to be taken the whole way, I kick and try to squirm away from the bulky man, not to mention he reeked of booze... Once the man opened the door, moonlight flood up the tiny hallway making way for me to see Matt. I look up at him, stopping my kicking just at the sight of him, an expression of shame on my face. I quickly mouth the words "I'm sorry.", having been clueless on how to fix the mess I made, and how to get our asses out of trouble. The huge man speaks in a slurred tone of voice, breaking the silence suddenly.

"Hey! We got her this time!!"

@ rachthebat

Matt stayed rooted to the spot as he watched the nameless guy drag Maria by her hair, kicking and screaming. He didn't know what the hell to do to get that out of the situation and away from the house. Thinking on his feet, he followed the crowd into, what looked to be, a sitting room. There was little by way of lighting coming from a small lamp in the corner of the room, empty bottles and beer cans littered over most of the floor. Stepping through the debris, Matt found a space to sit on, wrinkling his nose at the stench.

He had to get them out of there, who knew when her father would wake up and join the party. He would recognise Matt instantly and then all hell would break loose. Like a light bulb going off, he stood abruptly, gaining curious looks from his audience. "Why don't I go clean her up for you guys, make her all pretty."

@ thedesolaterose

I was actually frozen in shock watching him walk into the room, joining the group of men. Was this some kind of set up??? I couldn't understand why he would want to help them. I shake my head and glare up at Matt, realizing that he was probably working for my father the whole time...

I was such an idiot to trust him...

One of the men stands up, looking Matt up and down, his eyes narrowing curiously. His rough and scratchy voice almost filling the room.

"Who can trust you? You probably just want her all for yourself..."

@ rachthebat

Matt kept his face stoic as the man questioned his motives, not willing to give anything away that might jeopardize them both getting out alive. All of his training was coming into play for him, the years he'd spent studying criminal activity, the men behind the crime. Grabbing a hold of Maria's arm, he pulled her closer to him, trying his best to ignore the glare in her eyes. "Nah man, that's not my bag. I like to watch. I'll get her looking all good and sexy for you all, then I'll bring her right back."

The man in question stared back at Matt, looking for any hint of untruth to his words. Finding nothing, he simply nodding and let them go. Matt blew out the breath he'd been holding and pulled Maria back down the hallway, through the kitchen, and over to the back door. "I need you to trust me, right now, Maria. I'm not with them, I'm not. I just had to play my part to get us out of there. Now, do you know where your father keeps the keys for the back door?" He kept his voice low and steady, not wanting to panic the girl any further, but hurrying her along.

@ thedesolaterose

I look up at Matt, my eyes narrowing slightly wondering if he was being honest, but it seemed as though he was so I would help. I look over at the kitchen drawer then up the staircase, my eyes widening. "Yes... Up there... But it's in his room. I have never been in there..." I whisper, tilting my head curiously and looking up the staircase.

I hang my head slightly, then back up at him, rubbing my forehead from stress as I sigh. "Don't you have back up? Or are you really one of them... And you're just trying to set me up?"

My emotions were completely out of control from confusion, making me almost crazy in a sense. Every single time I thought one thing, my mind would change the next second.

@ rachthebat

"Dammit!" Matt felt like hitting his head against a brick wall. Staring wistfully up the stairs, he knew there would be no way of rooting around the old man's room without gaining further suspicion. It was time for plan B. "No, this was supposed to be a routine visit."

Noticing Maria's eyes widening, Matt reached into his back pocket and took out his badge, opening it up for her to see. "My name is Officer Matthew Sanders with HBPD," he whispered, trying not to rouse the others. "I got a call earlier today saying there was shouting and screaming coming from this house, so I came over to check it out, thinking it would be some kind of domestic." Slipping his badge back into his pocket, he took out his radio, holding it up to the light of the moon. "I can get backup here in minutes, but I'll need to turn this on, first."

@ thedesolaterose

"You better hurry... He's waking up..." I whisper, my eyes widening in fear quickly, my head motioning towards the basement. I look over at the front door, then over at the window I had recently climbed out of before, but realizing he would never fit out of that. He was too tall.

"Hey you almost done out there? We're ready to see her..." A booming voice calls out from the room, his voice drunken and very slurred. The shuffling of someone getting up was becoming louder in the basement, definitely already understanding what had happened.

I jump from shock at the sudden banging on the basement door, my father's fists repeatedly smashing against the door.

@ rachthebat

The next few moments happened as if in slow motion, the basement door being kicked open, thunderous footsteps coming towards them both. Matt instinctively grabbed Maria and held her to him, his protective instinct kicking in. A roar sounded from the doorway, Matt and Maria both sent flying as her father pushed them to the ground. The group of men in the front room were alerted to the fighting in the kitchen and all piled in, accusations and questions shooting from all directions.

"He's a cop!" Her father spat, snarling at Matt. "He's trying to take my baby girl away!"

Matt cried out as Maria was ripped from his arms, the old man's friends gripping him from the floor and manhandling him through to the living room. Matt hit out as best he could, kicking and shoving the men away from him. But it was no use, they had him cornered. "Stinking pig, now we're gonna make you watch."

Matt saw a fist come flying towards his face, and then everything went dark. He came around sometime later, his hands tied behind his back, slumped in the corner of the room. Blinking against the dimly lit room, he groaned at the pounding in his head. Noticing movement in his peripheral, he was shocked to see three of the guys pawing at Maria, helpless to stop them.

(Woah, sorry for the essay XD)

@ thedesolaterose

(Hahaha it's fine XD A+ for that essay XD)

I watched helplessly as Matt was pulled away from me, wondering what they would do to him, but having an idea that it wouldn't be anything good. My father was watching the whole scenario, a sick twisted smile on his face. I tried to struggle with the men, but honestly; I was no match for them.

Hearing silence suddenly from Matt, I wince and hang my head, tears falling from my eyes as I look up at the men pulling and pushing on me.

"Just leave him alone please! It's my fault not his!!!"

The reaction to that was as expected...

They just laughed in their creepy drunken way, continuing to paw and push on me.

@ rachthebat

(Why, thank you! Hahaha)

For the first time in his life, Matt felt helpless. Trying not to, but unable to stop, he watched the men crowd around Maria, slapping her, tearing at her clothes, while her father just watched it all play out in front of him, a sick smile on his face. Matt had never wanted to hurt anyone, more.

He knew there was a very slim chance of them getting out alive, but he had to have hope that they would survive. Otherwise, he would go downhill, very fast. Keeping his eyes locked onto the spectacle before him, he felt around behind him, wondering if there was any leeway in his bindings. Finding none, he sighed, heavily.

He suddenly remembered his radio, sitting in his back pocket, along with his badge. Her father hadn't thought to take them, so they remained hidden. Inching his fingers far enough, he grabbed onto the aerial, trying to pull it out far enough to send a message through to base.

@ thedesolaterose

(You are quite welcome gurllll:P)

I looked down in shame, mixed emotions running through my mind at the moment.

I was a failure to everyone, and especially to Matt. I didn't know well but, I still felt bad. I had no clue what was going to become of him now on my part, and the way he looked was sad and pathetic. He looked as if he knew we had to give up at any moment. I could read him like a book already. Even if he was trying to hide it...

A movement in the corner caught my eye quickly as I look up; Matt fidgeting trying to get his radio. It was a huge hopeful moment for me to be honest. I quickly decide that I could definitely at least get the assholes to pay attention to me, so Matt could have a quick moment uncaught to at least do his thing.

"Wow.... A bunch of disgusting animals clawing at a girl... Your mothers would be so proud..." I look over at each one, nodding my head in a matter of fact type manner.

@ rachthebat

Matt's eyes snapped up at the sound of her voice, frowning as he tried to figure out what she was playing at. What would goading them do? Only hurt her, further. Locking eyes with her, he saw her gesture to his lower half, trying to keep his expression indifferent as he wondered what she was doing. He watched her turn slightly, rub her ass and then look at him, trying to decipher the silent message she gave him.

The radio! He understood now. Nodding ever so slightly, he carried on with his mission, hope coursing through his veins now that they were on the same page. Inching the small device out of his pocket, inch by painstaking inch, he tried to remember the layout of it, fingers scrabbling around for the large SOS button. Hoping he had found it, he pressed it, hard, three times. Hoping his message got through, and back up would arrive, quickly!

@ thedesolaterose

I wanted to smile more than anything, happy to finally see that he got what I was trying to tell him, but one of the men quickly digging his nails into my chin; lifting my head up to face him.

"What...? Animals? Animals could never do as much damage as us..." The man spat at me in a sinister hiss.

I clench my jaw tightly, his nails most likely breaking through my skin, my eyes glaring up at his with practically no emotions.

They were all staring at me, which was what I wanted, to give Matt some time unnoticed; but with that time was going to come much amount of pain on my behalf... I knew that though and I also knew it was worth it to maybe have a chance of getting out alive hopefully.

Well I hoped for Matt's sake we would... he didn't deserve to get himself in this mess.

For me, death sounded more inviting than my usual everyday life...

@ rachthebat

Matt clenched his teeth as he watched the group of men descend on Maria like a pack of wolves, pissed that he could do nothing about it. Pulling on the restraints around his wrists, he huffed, he'd never felt so helpless before. Praying the station had gotten his SOS call, all he could do was sit back and watch as the men mauled at her, pulling her clothes off and grabbing handfuls of her. Matt closed his eyes, not wanting to bear witness to what they were about to do to her. He couldn't stomach it.

@ thedesolaterose

Their clawing was absolutely awful, and very painful. I couldn't help but let out a small squeal in pain, squirming and trying to push them away. But it was absolutely useless. One of them just held my arms down instead. The most sickening thing of the whole situation was my father, walking around me as if I was an exhibit of some kind, nodding his head happily. He had a twisted smile on his face, his arm crossed over his chest, his hand on his chin as he looked over happily at Matt.

"You sure you don't want to join in the fun? We are just getting started..."

@ rachthebat

"No, you sick fuck!" Matt spat, swallowing down the bile in his throat. He just couldn't fathom how a father could do that do his daughter, his own flesh and blood. Sneering at the pathetic excuse for a man, Matt caught a glimpse of a flash light, just outside the window. Not wanting to draw any attention to it - he hoped it was his backup - he carried on with the insults.

"What's the matter, old man? Can't get any pussy your own age, so you have to resort to forcing your own goddamn daughter, huh?"

@ thedesolaterose