This is a very dark story and is rated M for a reason. I wasn't going to post this but a friend of mine asked me to. Now when I say this is DARK I mean this is DARK! So please don't give me crap if you don't like DARK STORIES. Have you ever seen the movie Kiss the Girls? Well if you have then you know what this story is going to be like. Also if you want to look me up on any other FanFiction site I go by Mkystich
After Ruth was killed I couldn’t find it in myself to do anything but cry. Anna begged me to move my mattress closer to the wall where our h*** was, so she could hold my hand while I cried, but I couldn’t. All the girls tried to get me to talk, even Laura, but I just didn’t have the energy to care. He even seemed to be pissed off that I wasn’t talking anymore. He would come into my room and kick me, hard, screaming at me to say something, but I wouldn’t. I would just roll over into a ball and wait for him to finish. He spat on me, saying I was worthless, and that I better wise up or I would be next to go. Normally I would have told him to eat s***, and trust me I was thinking it, but again… I didn’t care.
“Bella, please come over here,” Anna whispered. “Look, I can fit my whole hand through now.”
I looked up to see her hand waving at me and for the first time, since Ruth’s murder, I let myself smile. I walked over and laid down on the floor, talking her pale hand in mine. I couldn’t control the tears that started to fall when Anna’s thumb lightly stroked my fingers. “I’m so sorry,” I wept. “God, I’m so, so sorry. It’s all my fault.”
“No,” all the girls yelled.
“No, Bella, never think that,” Anna demanded, gripping my hand tighter. “It’s him, and his sick and twisted game he’s playing.”
“If I just would have…”
“Bella,” Linda yelled, cutting me off. “I swear to God if you blame yourself again I will kick your ass.” There was a small pause before we all started laughing. “Well, whenever we get out of here it will be the first thing on my to-do list,” she said in a very matter-of-fact way.
“Oh, I doubt that,” Sarah laughed.
“I’m serious!” Linda yelled.
“Really, Linda, the first thing?” Sarah asked.
“Well… I’ll kick her ass after I take a shower,” she giggled. “Maybe just smelling me will knock her out.”
Even I had to laugh at that. We were some smelly b******.
“I don’t know why you said shower, Linda, but I plan on taking a nice warm bath,” Laura sighed.
“Well then you obviously don’t have a removable showerhead,” Linda laughed.
“Oh, stop teasing me Linda,” Anna chuckled. “I’m still going through withdrawals missing mine.” Anna tugged on my hand and laughed. “What about you, Bella? What’s the first thing you gonna do when you get out of here.”
Still holding Anna’s hand, I sat up and wiped the tears from my eyes. “I’m gonna burn this f****** place down,” I smiled. “I just haven’t decided if I want him in here or not when I do it.”
“Why burn it?” Laura asked.
“To get rid of the smell,” I laughed. It felt good to joke around again. All the girls laughed with me, all except for Anna. I felt her pull at my hand, and I knelt down so I could hear her better.
“Promise me, Bella, that we’ll get out of here,” she whispered. “Promise me you’ll let me be here when you burn it down.”
I put both of my hands over hers and gripped it tightly. “I promise, Anna,” I swore. “Or I’ll die trying.”
I kissed her hand and let go, needing to stand up and stretch. I walked around, dragging my chain around, wondering how I was going to live up to my promise. It was getting colder, which meant it was either raining more, or the snow was starting to fall. You would think being underground we would be well insulated, but every day I found myself pulling my arms through the sleeves of my shirt just so I could warm my arms up. I dug my hands into my pockets, to warm them, when I came across the bobby-pins Anna gave me. I twirled them between my fingers allowing myself to get lost in my thoughts. I found myself singing along with that f****** annoying song that kept repeating upstairs.
“You want me to forget. Pretend we've never met. And I try, and I try, but I haven't yet,” I sang to myself, unable to help it.
I found myself staring at the metal plaque that was bolted to the wall. The end of my chain led right up to the center of it, where a link was sawed in half and welded to it. The plaque was held up by four blots, one on each corner, and the plaque came up to my knee. I sat down Indian style, running my fingers over the plaque.
“The plaque that holds your chain to the wall… can you describe it to me,” I asked. And in full detail she did, describing the exact same thing I was looking at. “Do all of yours look like that?” I yelled, and received confirmations from everyone.
“Why? What are you thinking,” Anna asked.
“Not sure, but I have an idea.”
Suddenly the music stopped and there was a lot of ruckus over head. He came down the stairs in a rush, opening and slamming the main door behind him. Quickly I rushed to the overturned carpet and flipped it over, covering my h*** to Anna. He came right up to my door and banged on it.
“Your family’s gonna cause you a world of hurt, little girl,” he sneered, opening my door. “Get over here,” he demanded. I slowly walked over to him, crossing my arms over my chest, trying to look unfazed by his presence. “What do your parents do for a living?” he asked.
S***, my dad. Not wanting to put Charlie in any danger I lied. “My dad, Phil, plays minor baseball, and my mom, Renee, is a house wife,” I answered. “Why, you want me to get you Phil’s autograph?”
He walked over and slapped me across the face. “Don’t get smart with me, b****,” he yelled. “And you better not be lying, or I’ll make it so you’ll being pushed in a wheelchair around that track for the rest of your life.” He turned away and walked out, slamming the door on his way out.
Track? How did he know I ran track?
I heard Sarah whimper as he unlocked her door. I noticed when he came down here, pissed off, he always went to her. We could hear her being slapping around before he took off his belt. I started seeing a pattern when it came to who he picked and why. When he was angry he picked Sarah, she always cried the whole time he raped her, and she was the only one that did. I think the sick f*** really liked that more than anything.
With Anna it was torture. She told me once that his favorite new thing to do was tape a ball to her mouth, because when he rapped her she would vomit, due to her pregnancy. So he liked seeing her choke when he did it. Sometimes he would burn her with a lighter, and I would scream and pound on the walls hearing him flip open his zippo.
When he was in a good mood he picked Linda. If Linda didn’t act like she was having sex with him, instead of being raped, he would hit her till she fell unconscious. She said that it’s the hardest thing she’s ever had to do; to kiss him back, pretend to moan in pleasure, even sometimes hold him afterwards. The sick f***.
And then poor Laura. Laura seemed to be his favorite. We all knew why, even she did too. Laura always fought back, and he loved it. You could hear her slapping and hitting him, but he would just laugh at her, throwing her down and doing whatever he wanted. He rapped her more than any other.
With me I think it’s just a pain thing. He hasn’t tried to rape me. Not even once. Fondle, but never rape. I think he saw me as his own personal punching bag. A few times he’d just come down here to beat me and then leave. Even when he’s just dropping off that pathetic bag of food, or empting our buckets, he would have to beat me. To be honest I wasn’t sure what would be worse, being raped or being beaten, but it’s a question I hoped I never got to answer.
“That’s right, b****, cry out,” he laughed, hitting her again.
Feeling a little bit of my confidence coming back, and wanting Sarah to know we had her back, I started to sing.
“Oh yes I am wise, but it's wisdom born of pain. Yes, I've paid the price, but look how much I gained. If I have to, I can do anything. I am strong. I am invincible. I am woman.” I sang it so loud that my voice cracked at the end. While I continued my singing of the chorus, being that it was the only part I could remember of the song, I turned my attention back to the plaque. With bobby-pins in hand I put my crazy idea to work.
13 Days Missing
Everyday, for the last three days, Emmett and I had been checking out every person on the list. Emmett’s old football trainer, Joe, helped us limit the list down to thirty from the almost hundred that were there. Joe had been working for the Athletic Department for over thirty years, so we felt comfortable going to him over anyone else.
We spent hours following these men around, not sure exactly what we were looking for, but taking notes like what car they drove to what brand of cigarettes they smoked. Charlie would call every once in awhile, just to see if we were making any progress, but I kept telling him if we found anything he would be the first person I’d call.
“I bet he’s not getting anywhere on his end, and that’s why he keeps calling you,” Emmett grumbled. Emmett was ready to move on from the guy we had been stalking. His name was Richard Castro, and we had been following him around for five hours. All he did was time the runners for their practices, writing the time down on his clip board. We made a copy of the list for Jasper so he could look up the addresses to all the people Joe said were new. Jasper was driving over to Richard’s house to see if this guy seemed decent.
I felt my phone vibrating again, and was relieved to see that it was Jasper.
“Hey man, how’s it looking?” I asked, answering the phone.
“Man has a wife and three kids,” he answered. “Lives in a nice little area too. Don’t think he’s the guy.”
“Yeah, me either,” I sighed. “So who’s next on the list?”
“I want to check out this guy named Thomas Reed.”
I looked down at my list and found the name towards the bottom. Joe took the time to write a few notes by each of the names, and by Thomas’s name it said; field department, working almost a year, seems nice but doesn’t talk much. “Where does he live?” I asked
“Where the hell is that?”
“About fifteen miles north-west of Olympia,” he sighed. “ It’s near the Olympic National Forest.”
“So out in the boonies?” I laughed
“Yeah, pretty much. It’s why I want to check it out.”
“You need me and Emmett to tag along?” Asking that seemed to perk up Emmett’s attention a little.
“No, but how about you give Charlie a break from girl-sitting, and eat some lunch. I’ll call you if I find anything.”
I hung up the phone and Emmett and I headed for the car. When we got to the apartment Charlie was chain smoking outside while the woman folk were in the living room watching some annoying chick movie. Watching them sitting there on the couch made my heart ache. Renee was sitting in the middle with Alice to her left, and Rose on her right. Each girl with their head on one of Renee’s shoulders, and all of them holding hands. They didn’t even seem to be watching the movie, but just needed to be close to one another. I could feel the tears start to rise up when the phone rang. I walked over and answered it.
“Hi, it’s Detective Chase.” He sounded very monotone, which made me very nervous. Detective Chase normally seemed very upbeat and uplifting. “Is Charlie there?”
“Um… sure… hold on,” I stammered, looking over at Charlie and motioning for him to come over. I mouth Chase to him and he nodded.
“Hello?” he whispered, not wanting the girls to hear him. “Uh-huh… okay… I’ll be there in,” he looked over at the clock, “an hour.” He hung up the phone and grabbed his keys off the counter.
“What’s going on?” I asked, following him out the door. He seemed to be in a rush and I couldn’t tell if this was a good thing or a bad thing.
“I’ll call you when I find out?” he answered, walking over to his car and unlocking the door.
I put my hand on the driver door to stop him from closing it. “What did he have to say? I know something is wrong, Charlie, just tell me,” I demanded.
Charlie sighed and looked up at me. “Another girls’ body was found.”
My hand flew over my chest and I swear my heart stop beating.
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