by Joy Blood
"Let us go to our table shall we?" Avil tells us both and we walk to a table placed close to Dean and Ava's table.
The food is served and speeches are made along with the announcements of the silent auction. Dinner is strange. Rich people at the table all making small talk and bragging about who has the bigger boat. I try to ignore it and look around. I see countless people but one catches my eye. He looks much like the man that was selling tee shirts at the mall. Well as best as I can tell, he is wearing a black mask. "I need to use the ladies room," I announce and get up to leave but before I can walk away Avil grips my arm.
"Don't be too long baby girl the dancing is about to start." He tells me tightening his grip on my wrist almost to a bruising point. I hold in my grimace as best as I can and tell him with a smile I won't be long. Reluctantly he lets me go and I automatically start walking as fast as I can to the sign for the bathrooms holding the place he squeezed my arm protectively in my hand.
The sign is up a set of elegant stairs and points down a hallway. Jesus you would need to plan out your bathroom break in advance with how far it is away from the party. Luckily I really don't have to go I just needed a moment alone. As I'm walking down the hallway I'm almost to the women's restroom when the lights go out. At first, I almost panic from the dark but quickly after they go out small glowing lights are illuminating the floor. Not as bright but I can now see my hand in front of my face. I can faintly hear some shrieking from where I came leading me to believe that the lights are out not only in this hall but downstairs as well.
Not wanting to take my chances in a dark bathroom I decide to go back but something blocks my path. Or someone. "Ells." The man says while taking off his mask. My eyes grow wide in shock but I don't scream. "You remember me at all?" he asks getting a little closer. I squint my eyes and as he steps into the small about of light I realize I do remember him.
"Yeah. You're the tee shirt salesmen. What are you doing here?" I ask a little-taken aback. "How do you know my name?" I ask realizing he called me Ells. The same feelings I had when I saw him in the mall come back and as I look at him closer a memory sparks through me. "You gave me a dictionary," I say as another memory of me throwing that very dictionary at him makes me laugh. "I threw it at you," I tell him with a smile getting one from him in return.
"Yeah, Ells you sure did. Also threw some cookie dough crap at me." He laughs making me laugh some more. I do know him.
"Jake?" I say getting him to stop laughing and just smile.
"That's me, babe." He says and reaches in for a hug. I'm engulfed in his big arms and he holds me tight. I feel like he is squeezing the emotions right out of me and I remember someone else.
"Finn? Where is Finn?" I ask him pulling away from his hug. He gets a sad look on his face and just shakes his head.
"I'm so sorry Jake. What happened?" I ask still holding onto his arms not wanting to break contact in case this is just a dream and I don't have my good friend right in front of me.
"We will have to talk about it later Ells. Right now we need to get you the hell out of here." What ?
"Get me out of here? Why?" I mean the thought of going back home with Avil doesn't appeal to me but for some reason, I feel like I need to go back .
"We are here to get you. Take you away from him Ells." He tells me.
"I can't leave, though. I can't leave." I say again. "Wait who is we?" I ask but don't get an answer before a sharp sting pinches my neck and my body floods with heat as I slowly start to go limp. The last thing I hear is someone saying 'take her to the truck'.
Twelve
Vin
He was taking too fucking long to get her to come out and when I went inside to get them I knew I was going to have to knock her out. Jake didn't want me to drug her, fuck I didn't want to drug her but for some reason, I knew she wouldn't just leave with him. He insisted he be the one to talk to her first to see if she would listen and leave with him. Said they had some kind of fucking connection when she saw him in the mall. Said he could have sworn she recognized him. Fuck that. I wanted to beat his ass for spewing that shit.
As her body goes lax from the drug I shot into her neck I catch her body before it falls to the floor. Voices come from the end of the dimly lit hallway and I know we are out of time. Cutting the power was a good distraction technique but I knew it would send Avil right after her. As I look down the hall I see I'm right in that thought. He also has daddy dearest right along with him. "Get her to the truck," I instruct Jake and pull out my pistol readying myself for a shootout. They can't see all too well down the hall at us, the glowing lights not doing shit for their vision or ours.
"Knew if I waved the bitch under your nose enough you would come for her sooner or later Vincent." I hear Avil's voice coming closer. "Though truth be told I thought you would have tried your move sooner. I had her leave the house enough. Must be loosing your touch old man." Him and his father becoming more visible each step they make. Jake has Ellie up and over his shoulder and almost around the corner of the hall I came down when I glance back.
"So how is this going to go? The both of you shoot me with a room full of your big wig goody goody politician friends?" I laugh at them I already know the answer to that. "No, you won't will you?" I keep stepping back knowing I'm outnumbered when I see three more guys come from around the corner.
"Enjoy her while you can Vincent. She learned some new tricks during our time together." The sick bastard chuckles. "Turns out she can lick a pussy like a champ. Quite impressive." I know he is trying to get under my skin so I let it roll off my back. He wants me to react but I won't.
"Until next time you piece of shit," I say and round the corner taking the fire exit door and locking it on my way so they can't follow. Taking the steps two at a time I finally get to the bottom and out the door to the parking garage where the truck is. I can see Jake already in the diver's seat probably getting pissed I took so long.
I hop in and look back to the woman laying across the seats passed out. Fuck I wish I didn't have to knock her out. "Took you long enough asshole," Jake grumbles as he slams the truck into gear and drives toward the exit.
"Had to stop for a chat," I grunt. "Fucking kills me to leave the fucker alive," I say only getting a head nod from him out of the corner of my eye.
Popping sounds and the windshield is sprayed with bullets. Two black cars sit right in the way of our escape with five heavily armed men. Their guns directed right at us. Jake shouts out a curse and spins around in the opposite direction. "There another exit?" I ask getting nothing in return. "Is there?" I ask again.
"Will be in a minute." He says slamming on the breaks as another set of cars cut off our trek through the garage. The squeal of tires fills the lot. He curses again then slams the truck in reverse and goes up one level only to floor the truck getting up to breakneck speed right for the fucking half wall that stops cars from falling off the side of the building. He takes out his AK and starts firing at the solid cement half-wall peppering it with holes "Fuck man we ain't in no fast and furious movie." I shout out right before he slams head on right into the fucking thing miraculously breaking right through the barrier. A moment of relief washes over me that we aren't smashed into a thousand pieces is quickly washed away when the sensation of falling hits me. The truck is dropping from the air and like a bitch, I grab the handles in the truck to brace myself for the impact. The front end hits first making us all slam forward hitting the airbags as they deploy. We swerve to the right and the back end slams into a pole stopping us completely.
"Yes! That was fucking awesome!" Jake shouts out. As he puts the truck back in gear and merges into traffic as if we just didn't jump our fucking truck out of a building and leap over oncoming traffic.
"What the fuck man?" I yell at him trying to pull my airbag out of the way. After I get it tore off of the dash I toss it to the floor.
Looking to the back seat I see Ellie is now on the floor with her hands over her face. I reach in the ba
ck and pull her back up onto the cushioned seat placing the deployed air bag under her head for a pillow.
"That was some Statham shit right there." He is still high on the adrenaline but me I'm just pissed. I hate being a passenger and right now I want to fucking open his door and boot his ass out while we are still moving.
"You are one crazy fuck," I tell him getting a laugh in response.
"Yeah, one crazy fuck who lost the assholes and we're still alive." I suppose we are. "You're welcome." his cocky ass says.
"Still a crazy fuck."
Thirteen
Groaning I roll over and clutch at my head. It's fucking pounding. Someone stuck me with a needle again. Again? I think. Shit, it has happened before. Tears spring into my eyes when I remember when the first time was. Dawn. It was right after Avil killed Dawn. Waves and waves come to me as the blanket on my mind seems to be suddenly lifted. I can see her clear as day. Her picking me up after I escaped from Vaughn and we ran away to hide from Avil. Then the day he showed up and shot her right in front of me. Then being stuck with the needle only to wake up on the floor of a cold dark room. "Ellie?" I'm startled by a voice pulling me away from the memories I wish weren't real.
Looking up I see that man. The one who I know but just can't remember. Looking at him he comes closer until he is right next to the bed sitting down to wipe away my tears. "You're crying."
"I remember Dawn," I say with a scratchy voice that makes my dry throat cough. "Water." I croak out. He jumps up really quick and grabs a water from a mini fridge on the floor. Cracking it open he hands the cold plastic bottle to me. Drinking it down quickly fills my chest with a cool rush and freezes my throat to where it almost hurts but I keep going until half of it is gone. He takes it back from me when I'm done and puts the cap on setting it on the side table.
"Do you remember anything else?" he asks hopefully.
"Where is Jake?" I ask making his eyes narrow.
"He's around." He grumbles. I know he wants me to say I remember him but I just can't quite grasp who he is. I know he is someone close, hell I let him fuck me in a damn public restroom in the mall without even questioning him. "I will be back later with some food. Get some rest Ellie." He tells me getting off the bed and walking to the door.
"I'm sorry." I squeak out. "I know you are someone to me. Someone I possibly..." I drift off. "If I can remember other people I will remember you," I say only getting a nod then he walks out the door. I do believe I have seen him do that a time or two before.
I hear a cry. A small cry. A baby cry. Rising out of the bed I start running for the voice only door after door gets in my way. I'm opening each door one after another only to find the room empty but I still can hear a baby crying. Then just when I think I'm close enough and going to find the source of the crying the floor falls out from under me and I'm falling until I suddenly stop landing in a room. It's a baby room. Blue is everywhere. Above the white crib is the name Anthony. Walking to the crib I see it's empty then suddenly I hear the cry again. It is right behind me. I turn to see Avil holding William. Then look to the side of him and see another man. The scarred man. "Which one do you want baby girl? Your baby or him? You can't have both." Avil tells me. "Choose! Choose now!" he yells.
"Ellie." I hear the man standing next to him say only his mouth isn't moving. "Ellie!" the voice yells.
"Ellie wake up!" he yells again and my eyes shoot open to find the man from my dream right in front of me. I'm clutching his arms digging my nails into his flesh. I can feel blood trickle onto my hands. "You were yelling. Who is William?" he asks when I let go of his arms. William.
"Oh god. I need to go back, please! I can't leave him there with her." I say trying to get out of the bed noticing for the first time I'm only in a white tee shirt. My earlier headache from the drugs now a dull ache.
"Ellie no. You can't go back there. Who are you talking about?" he asks again.
"The baby," I say getting past him almost to the door before he wraps his arms around me.
"Your baby?" he asks. My baby?
"No, her baby. Cynthia's. She is so mean. He can't stay with her." I start to cry and his arms tighten.
"Calm down Ellie. Shh." He hushes me putting his lips to my ear. "Shh baby." He kisses my neck and I start to calm going lax in his strong arms. I can feel my tears fall from my face and drip onto his arms holding me so tight. "There you go." He slowly turns me to face him but I can't just yet I only look ahead at his white tee shirt covered chest. "Look at me, baby." He says pressing under my chin guiding it with his knuckle upward so he can look down at my face. I keep my damp eyes closed in defiance but he doesn't care. I feel soft kisses pepper my face down my tear soaked cheeks and over my closed eyelids. "Ellie." He whispers against my lips. "Please remember me, Ellie." He places the tiniest of kisses on my lips. Without even thinking I wrap my slack arms around his neck and pull him in closer kissing him harder. I'm helpless to his touch just like I was in the restroom.
He wastes no time lifting me off of the floor to wrap my legs around him. He walks us to the bed. Still locked at the mouth he lays our bodies down being so gentle with me. "I know you I just don't remember you," I confess pulling back just long enough to pull his shirt up and tear it up over his head. His chest radiates heat from above me and I long to have it touch mine. "Need mine off," I say trying to get the shirt off. Not so easy with me laying on it. He doesn't go that route, though. Instead, he grips the sides and yanks hard down the middle ripping the thin white cotton in half. I hear him take a sharp breath.
"Jesus." He rasps his voice full of agony. I look down to see what has him stopping. I forgot all about the bite marks Avil and Cynthia left on me from two days ago. They are fading but still are visible. "I'm going to fucking kill him." He bends down placing a soft kiss on one bite mark than another. "Then I'm going to bring him back and kill him all over again." He says kissing the rest of them.
"I want her to die too," I say getting him to look up. "Cynthia did this too. She is horrible." I say bringing my thoughts back to William. "He is there with them. Helpless. He is just a baby." Another tear falls from my eye and he comes forward to kiss it off of my face laying down next to me.
"We will get them all Ellie. I won't rest until that family is wiped off the map." He tells me pulling my naked body close to him. His jeans are still on and I can feel his still half hard cock against my leg. I settle into his hold feeling safe and shielded from the world.
Lazily stroking my hand over his body I feel a scar that seems to be different than the ones that cover his body. Looking up I see that this scar is more recent and sparks a memory of me stitching up that very scar. "I stitched this for you," I tell him looking up to his face still running my fingers over the scar. He gives me a wide smile.
"Yes, you did Ellie." He chuckles. "Did an amazing job too." I smile and lift myself off of him to trail kisses down his torso. I take my time kissing each of his scars like he did with my bite marks. When I get to the one I sewed up I can't help myself. I drag my tongue along the seam making him groan. It is so close to the top of his jeans that I just continue with my tongue right to the button. I make quick work of getting the denim undone and make my way for the thing I want that's hidden behind the black boxer briefs. He lifts his hips to help me get the jeans off and kicks them to the floor. Now he is completely naked under me his dick so hard it looks like it may be painful. "Fuck baby I don't think it can get any harder." He groans reaching down to stroke it for relief. I straddle his thighs as he continues and lean down to lick the tip getting the salty drop of pre-cum on my tongue. "Jesus." He hisses again only, this time, sounds more pleasurable than the last time. I take that as a go and replace his hand with my own. I cover the head with my mouth sucking him in as far as I can go. I keep my hand in time with my mouth and stroke him slowly until he is suddenly pulling my mouth off of his length with a pop. He doesn't say a word just clasps one hand behind my neck the other around my hip and pulls me up his body sla
mming my mouth down onto his. He invades me with his tongue and I reciprocate twisting my tongue along with his. His hands drift and before I can do it myself he is lifting me and pushing himself inside my core. We both let out a long slow groan from pleasure and just stay there unmoving for a moment still kissing but not moving our hips. "Ellie I fucking missed you." He pulls me up only to drop me back down onto his length. "I need to take you, hard baby." He tells me looking at my face to gauge my reaction.
"Please don't hold back. Take me. Please." I whimper and that is all he needs before he flips both of us so my back is on the bed.
"That fucking word." He growls and starts to go, sliding in and out with abandon effortlessly pulling an orgasm from me. He lets out a long groan holding himself still all the way to the hilt. I can feel his cock twitch as he fills me full of his release.
Rolling us to the side we stay connected and he keeps his arms wrapped around me lightly stroking my sensitive skin. "Your body remembers me we just need to get your mind to come back." He tells me.
"You have been in my dreams." The information makes him gaze down at me.
"As long as they aren't nightmares." I shake my head. "Good." He tells me with another smile.
"I like it when you smile," I tell him stroking his scared face letting my thumb brush along the one that seems to go right over his eye. Then something comes to me. A piece of the puzzle that has been missing. "You're Vincent," I say making him jerk back out of my hold.