Kidnapped by Someone Close

Tanner’s POV:

I wake to the steady sound of beeping. I am sore all over and struggle to open my eye. Faintly I hear whispers as the struggle continues in my body. The soreness starts to fade a little. What the fuck’s going on with me? Thinking back to that last thing I remember, it suddenly hits me that I am either dead or in the hospital.

The whispering becomes actual talk and I recognize three voices. Blaise, my dad, and my loving mother. They might sound like they’re talking but I don’t understand them at all. They sounded tired and worn out though. It’s then that I realize a warm smooth female hand is in my left and my right has a rougher hand. It was mom and Blaise, I knew mainly because dad never really ever touches me. It’s because I’m bisexual.

The words soon come to me clearer. They talk about what they’re going to do about me. “Blaise I know but he could possibly do this again,” mom’s voice pleads with him to understand.

“You can’t ma its wrong. I just need to talk to him alone for a while. I swear when he’s released he can go with me to my house and I’ll watch over him. I promise you.” He’s begging my parents to let me stay with him. Oh wow he must love me.

“I don’t know Blaise. He could try this again when you’re not around. I understand the stress he’s in but I don’t trust him.” Dad says. His arms are more than likely over his chest with a frown on his face.

I try moving my fingers. “I promise pops I can handle him.” I always laughed at how Blaise treated my parents like his own.

“Oh I’ll let him stay with you but if he doesn’t improve and tries this again, he’s going.” Mom says quietly and pain etched and floated all around her voice.

I finally control my fingers enough to squeeze the hands in my own. Blaise and mom gasp. My wrists are the only thing left on my body that hurt really bad. Guess trying to kill myself wasn’t the best thing to do. My eyes start to flutter as I fought off the heaviness of my lids. My mom tells my dad to go get the doctor. My eyes flutter open and instantly shut against the bright lighting. I open them again to see Blaise leaning into my face. My eyes go wide and a scream rips from my dry vocal cords. He chuckles and scoots back.

“Are you ok? Did he scare you? Are you n pain?” Mom blurts out question after question nonstop.

“Mom, I’m fine he just scared the shit out of me.”

She laugh/sighs and swats my arm a little for my language and Blaise smirks. Yep that would be him.

“You’re supposed to be asleep.” Mom says as a doctor with a white pearly robe walks in.

“I was tired of sleeping.” I say sarcastically. Blaise once again smirks. “How long was I out for?”

“Well according to your chart with the time records Mr. Jackson, I would say and estimate of fifteen hours. You’re still supposed to be out because of the medication.” He moves over to check on my IV bag and Blaise moves out of the way. “Are you feeling fine?”

“Yeah no soreness actually, well except my wrists but I guess that’s to be expected.” The doctor nods and writes it down on my chart/clipboard.

“Why did you do it?” It was my dad who asked. Looking over to see that his eyes were red from stress, lack of sleep, and probably tears. “I mean besides getting away from all of this.”

“It’s my fault. She’s gone because I let her walk home from a club. She’s underage and I let her go without someone.”

“Oh she went with someone.” Blaise mumbled but apparently only I heard him because no one else looked him. He wasn’t even paying attention to us but looking down and studying his fingernails.

The doctor pulled me back to reality before I could ask what Blaise meant. “Son, it’s not all your fault. I think that you are just stressed out, maybe you--”

“When can I go home?” I interrupted the doctor.

“We think you should wait until tomorrow--”

“But I can leave with Blaise today. I like right now.” Interrupting the peeved doctor again, I look at my best friend.

“Yes but it would be--”

“No I’m leaving right now once you take these damn tubes and needles out of my fucking arm.

“Ok I’ll get your nurse and she’ll take this out.” My doctor left he room and I could hear him talking to a woman in the hall.

“What’s the rush sport?” Dad asks me as I played with the tape on my hand.

“Just ready to leave and go home to rest in a comfortable bed and actual clothing.” I smooth my hand down the hospital gown. Blaise grabs a bag as a nurse comes in and starts to take the shit out of my arms and hand.

“Here’s your clothes dude, all the stuff is from your house.” He sets the bag down on the foot of the bed as the nurse changes my bandages. She was kind of hot and I was trying not to look down her v-neck scrub top as she bent over to rewrap the gauze around my stitches. I look at Blaise who had just smirked. Damn he was cute when he gave me that knowing stare.

I really had to look away so I looked at my mom. My growing boner went away. Thank the lord; I just hoped no one noticed. “I guess I’ll just go get changed,” yeah before my boner comes back.

Blaise’s POV:

I hear a russling sound from my guest room. I take a bowl of the soup I had just been making and a bed tray to the room where I find Tanner looking at his bandaged wrists. Little tears streak down his face. “Tan you alright? You need your pain meds?”

“No to both,” he states simply. Looking at him I sit the tray with his food over his lap. He sits up more and looks at me. His eyes huge and shiny in the dim lighting of the room.

“What’s on your mind? Why did you try this stupid stunt?”

“I told you guys earlier!” He screamed still looking down at his voice and it broke a little.

“And you’re lying.” I state nonchalantly

“Yes I am…”

“Tell me about it.”

“I don’t--”

“Tell me about it Tan or it’s just going to eat at you and this shit could happen again.” Sitting on the side of the bed I look at him waiting.

“Ok,” pausing he picks up his spoon and takes a sip. “I was just passing her room and I was thinking about how it’s got to be dusty so I walked in to just check. I went to her bed and grabbed the teddy bear I had won for her at the state fair when she was ten. She never used to sleep without it. Everything in the room had been something I bought for her.” He paused to take a breath.

“I had told my parents that I didn’t need their help raising her that my job paid enough. I bought everything she owns in that house except the b-day gifts from our parents. I remember picking up one of our pictures we had taken at the pool this year. She was so happy, we both were.” He sighed a little and I could tell it was coming.

“I remember thinking that she had to be dead and that I needed to be with her.” Another, longer, pause this time to wipe away free falling tears. “I have to be crazy but that’s when I broke the picture frame against her wall and took a piece of the shattered glass and cut.”

He looked at me with a sad smile. “She could be dead and it’s all my fault. She ran away or was taken by some ass hole who won’t give her back to me. She’s my whole reason for living and even though that sounds creepy it’s true. I just wish I knew where she was and if she’s ok.” He sighed and took a spoonful of soup into his mouth.

This was the moment of truth. “I know where she is Tan.” His head snapped up to look at me and his spoon dropped out of his hand. He slowly moved the tray off his lap and to the side of his body. I take a deep breath. He is going to kick my ass so I need to brace myself.

“What. Do. You. Mean?”

“Rogue has had her the whole--”

He pounced on me. His fist colliding with the side of my face. “What?! Why didn’t you fucking tell me you dick head?” Again he punches me.

“She made me promise not to tell. Look Tan I tried to get her out. She told me she could do it her--” another slug to the face, this time harder than the last.

“Stupid fucking ass-hole idiot. Like what the fuck, how would she get out?” He gave me another punch but to the other side this time. His knee went up and got me in the ribs roughly.

Quickly I roll us over. I pin his bandaged wrists above his head causing him to wince and I straddle his waist. “Stop it damn it!”

“No I want to fucking kick your ass until you’re fucking bloody.”

“Look Tan, I was going to tell you. That’s why I said we need to go to his house and speak with him but no one’s home and he turned his fucking phone off. We need to look for her, not kill each other!”

“Ok,” with that one simple word I saw thousands of emotions pass through his eyes.

He took a deep breath and I saw the tears in his eyes welling up again. “Look we need to find her. She looked like shit the last time I saw her. Just like you want her safe, I want her safe too. I love her man. I couldn’t betray her trust. I want her still and I feel like you towards her safety.”

“No you couldn’t--”

“Yes I love her. I have loved her since that first meeting when I saw her.” I pause as tears filled my own eyes. “We have to get her now before he kills her or something. He will too and I think we need to leave now!”

“Ok let’s go!” With that we got up and I made him finish his soup on our way out. He would need his strength if we were going to search for my lost love.

Normal POV:

I was alone finally. He had left to go home for a little while. He decided he would call in sick this week so he would be back, just in ten or so hours. I just sit on the couch and sooth my aching stomach. He had showed me how to sooth it just right and I could actually fall asleep because the fits of nausea where residing for a while.

iCarly is on Nickelodeon so I just left it. It’s now Monday so the weekend has passed a long with four days. He was really trying but he couldn’t seem to stop therape sex and biting my shoulder. It must be his fetish or something. As my stomach began doing belly flops I stood to go get a cup of noodles, which seems to be the only thing that I can keep down at the present moment.

I find the little kitchen very pleasant to be in, mainly because he can’t shove me into a basement. Opening the kitchen closet I spy a wireless phone. No wonder he didn’t like me in the kitchen. I reach for it and swallow hard. I could call Blaise and tell him where I am. He would come and get me. Breathing a sigh I pick up the phone.

Dialing Blaise’s number quickly, I wait until he answers hesitantly. “Hello?” You could tell by the strain in his voice that he’s nervous.

“Blaise,” I whisper and hear a sigh of relief.

“Oh Meag where the fuck did that dick take you?” He asks swiftly and I hear someone right beside him asking for the phone. I recognize the voice instantly and feel tears well up in my eyes. This would be the first time in almost two and a half weeks we’ve spoken to each other.

“Is that you Meagan? Give me the fucking phone,” there is a slight pause and then he’s talking to me. “Meagan, sissy are you there?”

“Yeah, how are you?” I inquire.

“Me I’m fine except for a little mishap the other day.” I can hear Blaise scoffing in the background. “How are you? Where are you? Why are you whispering?” He asks quickly trying to get everything out of me.

“I’m ok right now. I can’t tell you everything but save this number and don’t call me ever, I’ll call you, do you understand? And I have to get off before he comes back or gets some weird message that I have been on the phone.” I could hear him groan. Before I hang up though I slip in, “I’m pregnant,” before he responds I hang up.

I had to tell them though. They had to know I was pregnant by my rapist. Putting the phone away I swiftly cook my food in the microwave before the nausea hits again. After it’s made I quickly scurry back to the living room and put the channel on lifetime.

Sitting at the couch about ten o’clock that night the phone goes off. I run to get it and see that it’sJason, my capturer’s number. Answering swiftly he tells me that he’s heading back and that he has all the stuff he needs with him. Hopefully when he gets here he’s really tired and will just go to bed.

So I sit waiting for him eating yet another cup of soup/noodles. My stomach is rolling and I feels sick but I rub my stomach and prey it goes away. My forehead was also slightly burning up so I figure reason I feel like crap is because of the pregnancy mixed with a fever. I got the blanket I had left on the couch wrapped around my body and turned off the TV. My head is pounding and a fitful sleep falls heavily on my body.

I dream of a monster chasing after me. Well what I assume is a monster because it has a mask on and blood dripping off its cloak. Running away doesn’t seem to be wprking because everywhere I turn I was so scared that I thought my heart might explode in my chest and it would finally win.

As tears stream down my face I run. I run for not only me but the baby that resides in my womb. My body battered from obviously a resent beating and my stomach swollen with child. I hear the monster’s footsteps as it sprints after me. Never have I wanted to get away like I did this very moment. Wiping the tears of my face so that I could see better a crashing sound goes off right behind me. Oh no the thing is going to get me. My legs keep pumping even thought I can’t breathe and my lungs burn with the lack of oxygen.

Finding a quick hiding spot I climb in and curl in a ball trying to catch my breath and slow my frantic heart. Why me? What did my baby and I do to deserve this? It doesn’t matter now because I just had to stay quiet.

The monster passes me but looks in my direction but I guess he didn’t see me because he just kept going. It had to beJason, my capturer. He was the only one who would hunt me down like an animal. I held my breath as his footsteps reside. Only then do I climb out of my hiding spot and look around, no one’s here.

Off I go again. Running for dear life. When my stomach starts to hurt and the baby starts to move and adjust itself I stop. It felt awkward and very painful but nice knowing it had survived all of this. Running faster than before I had stopped, I bump hard into a body and fall to the ground; automatically I scoot away as he moves closer. I notice for the first time that the robe I had thought was loose was actually quite fitting. It hugged to the body of the person and the chest hand round globes. It was a woman. She didn’t have a weapon but the rest of her fucking scary.

Soon she is in my face and pulling the mask off. As she pulls it off and lets it fall to the ground my blue eyes go wide and my breath catches in my throat. Her blue eyes glow back at me, her lip piercing shining in the dim lighting, black cropped hair was scened out. Why was this happening? This couldn’t be happening. She smirked as tears ran down my face. “Don’t worry,” her hand went to my rounded stomach and rubbed it knowing the baby’s moving again. Thenher our hand starts to push and I tried to move from the pressured touch.

Her smirk turned evil and I screamed. The baby was coming. I felt the head pushing into my entrance and its exit. I screamed again. The pains made since now. That’s why I was running from myself. I scream again. A hand wraps around my waist and pulls me closer. The other hand covers my mouth to muffle my screaming.

“Baby stop!”My capturer, Jason calms me. I nod and put my face in his neck. Tears run down my face.

I’m a monster. A monster who is staying with another even bigger monster and going to have a little baby. If I would have just gone with my Blaise, when he became mine I don’t know, then my little baby wouldn’t be being raised by monsters. What could I do? I had to tell my brother and my Blaise where I am so they can come and save us.

His hand moved from my face and held my back with soothing motions. I relaxed a little thinking about how I have to tell them where I was. It would have to be soon and when he wasn’t around. It would have to be real soon so that I didn’t lose my baby from the constant rape and abuse. I started to get drowsy and I let him pick my up bridal style and take me to bed.

He whispered things to me like he would take the couch tonight and I sigh as he gets up and leaves me on the bed. I wasn’t going to go back o sleep yet. Not after what happened during my resent dream. I was the monster here, who was hurting my baby. It’s sad when my subconscious was telling me that I was a monster. Stupid hormones! I think to myself as tears streak down me cheeks and I swiftly wipe them away. Stupid me and stupid cursed life. I would soon be bringing a baby into the world and if I didn’t get the chance soon to tell my TanTan and my Blaisy where I am then the baby would be born into a house of monsters.