"Fuck," I mumbled quietly to myself, searching the cabinet for some type of concealer, my empty tube being squeezed to a pulp on the counter. How could I just run out of concealer? Or how could I just be too stupid to by more?

Not finding any in the medicine cabinet, I shut it a little harder than necessary before resting my palms against the bathroom counter, dangling my head with a huff. That was my last place to check, everywhere else having nothing either. Dammit.

I have less than 15 minutes until Mark's family get's here for dinner and as much as I would like for them to see how big of a monster their own son and sibling is, I can't just go out there with a black and blue cheekbone. Mark's request... or should I say order?

Mumbling even more curse words, I stood back up straight, looking at my empty tube of concealer. I could not get another damn drop out of that thing by squeezing it, but maybe there is another way...

Thinking of this, I quickly left the bathroom to run into the kitchen, digging through drawers until I found a pair of scissors and ran back, not seen by Mark who must be in the basement grabbing more booze.

I grabbed the concealer again, and with a hopeful thought, I sliced the top of the tube off, letting it fall onto the counter. I quickly set the scissors down and looked inside the tube, finding enough of the liquid make-up to do the job. With a relieved sigh, I started to cover up the ugly bruise on my face.


"Hazel! Get out here!" Mark called from the other room, sounding agitated that I was still getting ready. Even though it was his fault that I had to take the extra time to conceal..

I quickly shoved everything I had out away, jogging out of the bathroom and down the hall to see him opening the door. His mom and dad were the first to come in the door, hugging Mark quickly before moving out of the way so his brother, Ian, could come in. They gave each other a big bear hug, laughing while they patted each others back. They had always been close.

I put a smile on my face and went over to his mom who gave me a once over before sticking her hand out to shake. I couldn't help but notice the disapproval in her eyes as I did. I've met her many time before, at our wedding and stuff, and each time she got a little bit better with accepting me. She did not like my tattoos at all, even if I didn't have that many. Mark didn't like them either, but their was absolutely nothing he could do about it.

"Hello, Hazel, nice to see you," she gave me half of a smile, but I didn't really buy it.

"Nice to see you too," I gave her the same kind of smile. "I'm glad you could make it over."

"We are glad too, it's been so long! But I see you haven't changed much at all!" She tried to cover the last part up with a laugh, but I could hear the disgust. I laughed with her before moving past and going to her Dad. He was nice, always had been. He was just the stereotypical Dad that loved football and to rub his belly.

After saying hi to him I moved to Ian who instead of going to shake my hand, brought me into a hug. "Oh," I huffed in surprise, awkwardly hugging back. Ian had always been the nicest of the family and sometimes, I couldn't help but think about what it would be like if I was with him instead of Mark. Or if I had met him first..

"You look nice, Hazel, it's good to see you again!" He actually seemed genuine, giving notice to the fact that I actually did try to look nice when he pulled away from the hug. But I couldn't help but notice his eyes lingering on my cleavage. I didn't show much, knowing Mark would kill me, but I guess it was more than usual for Ian. Mark always made me wear sweatshirts, or even turtlenecks when I went out.

"Thank you, it's really good to see you again, too. I can't even remember the last time I saw you, I guess I got a lot more drunk than I thought," we laughed together, thinking about the last time we had drinks. Ian started to say something back, but while he did I noticed Mark giving us a bad glare out of the corner of his eye noticing. Shit. I'm going to pay for this later.

Shit.

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A slight humming was ringing in my ears, causing me to stir in irritation at being woken up. I turned to flip onto my other side, tiredly searching for my blanket to pull up on my while I did, but my eyes shot open when I wasn't greeted by the soft pillow in my bunk, instead, a gray, leather material.

Frantically, I flung myself up in the seat of the car, eyes wide as I searched around. "Morning," a gruff voice said with amusement, not taking his eyes off the road and making me crawl backwards to press myself as far away from him as possible.. Ian.

The side of him across from me had my head spin harder in it's headache, arms wrapping around myself, almost as if to guard my stomach absentmindedly. My eyes were wide and I blinked rapidly to see if I could just open my eyes one of the time and it wouldn't be him. But he never left.
My heart started rocketing in my chest, so fast I'm sure it could fly right out. My breathing started to become panicked and labored, chest tightening in fear.

It can't be him. It's not him. I'm dreaming. I'm hallucinating. I'm... I'm... fuck he's real!

Everything in my mind whirled around and around, popping in and out of focus. Being too terrified, I could only sit there like a stone, staring wide eyed at the person I thought, or hoped, I would never see again. His face alone was digging up the past inside of my head.

I couldn't really remember what happened or how in the hell I got in his car, but I was here. Alone.
I knew something bad was going to happen. I knew it. I should gave just never left the bus or the side stage. Now Austin is back there and I'm God knows where.
Austin. I need Austin. Holy shit I can't.. this can't be happening..

My chest was tightening, squeezing at my lungs, making it hard for me to keep a steady breathing pattern. I can't have an anxiety attack. Not here. Not now.

Thinking of this, I ripped my eyes over to look out the window, only now noticing how fast we were going, making my stomach drop. The earth was flying past the windows of the car, too fast to even read any sign. I had no idea where he was taking me or what he was going to do, and that was the terrifying part.

"If you're thinking of opening the door and jumping out, don't," Ian's voice was hard, making me jump when he suddenly spoke. It sounded so different, so much colder. It used to sound happy, but he's changed.. He's gone bad. "Unless you want to die, then go ahead," he shrugged.

I was breathing heavy as I looked back over to him, trying to stay calm and not panic, even though my body wasn't listening. "H-How... Why?" My voice was barely even above a whisper. Anxiety was pumping in my veins, running along side fear, and I did everything I could not to have an attack right now.

"How did I find you? Well, that wasn't too hard at all," he nodded to himself. "You never changed your cell number, so all I had to do was call it until you called me back, and then with a little bit of determination.. I tracked ya."

My eyes widened at the word 'tracked', remembering all those unknown calls that I got and when I answered, no one was even there. That was him..

"You never seemed to stay in one place for too long, popping in at random cities every other day.. That's when I found out that you were on tour and it turned out you were stopping in Texas! I mean, who would have thought!" He chuckled to himself. "I was a little surprised to find out you were in some band and are actually kind of famous.. I mean I should of just fuckin' googled you!" He now laughed deeply. "But of course you're miss happy go lucky, with a wonderful life now. I can't believe I actually thought you would be miserable after what you did to my brother!.." His laugh was laced with crazy as he stepped harder on the gas pedal.

I gripped onto the seat of the car, uncomfortable with how fast he was going, but luckily he was on an empty, back road. "He.. He did it to himself," I probably would have been smarter just shutting up, but when am I ever doing smart stuff? I mean I was with Mark for years, putting up with his shit, all the things he did to me.. He asked for it. He put himself in the position.

Ian laughed to himself again, deep and filled with malice. "You know, at first I thought; maybe I'll go after this girls brother like she did mine... but since your brother was off, running around.. serving the country.. I let him be. I'm just a patriot that way," Ian smirked. "But if he wasn't.. you know what I would have done?" He looked to me, but I just stayed wide eyed and quiet now. "I would have shot him right in the chest and gotten away clean because HE DID IT TO HIM FUCKING SELF!" He was full on angry now, imitating me as he drove even faster.

"You wouldn't do it!" I cried out desperately. My brain not really connected to the words coming out of my mouth.

"Oh yeah? And why the fuck not?!"

"Because you're not like that!" I really didn't know what he was like or not, he's changed, but I was just desperate, taking shots at anything to get out of this. He turned and was just about to yell at me before I cut him off. "You're not like your brother!"

This had him freeze, gripping his hands tight on the wheel and slamming to a stop. My hand went straight to protect my stomach, as a reflex. The car squeaked to a halt, jerking me forwards. Ian was just sitting there, chest rising and falling heavily with his deep breaths.

While he was doing this, the car was stopped for long enough for me to look around at the buildings we were near as he sat there, clenching and unclenching his jaw.

I was debating on darting to the door handle and dashing out of the car, but soon Ian shot up out of his seat, killing my opportunity when he got out of the car, slamming his door shut. I watched in horror as he started to walk around to my door. I frantically tried searching for a way to get out of this, but couldn't really think of much besides running for all hell. When he opened my door, I took a shot and went to dart out away in a run, but he caught my upper arm in his hand, yanking me back. I guess it was kind of a stupid idea, where would I even go without him catching up to me? I'm not even supposed to be doing any vigorous activity.

With that thought, my heart sunk.

If Ian hurts me.. He'll hurt my Jelly Bean. And that.. That can't happen. My only little sense of hope and purity that I have grown to live with every fiber in my being can't get hurt.

"Why can't you just let me go? Why do you have to do this?" I pleaded.

"I just have to," he wouldn't look at me as he slammed my door shut and started dragging me against my will.

"No you don't!" I tried to rip my arm away, but it just caused him to stop and spin around, getting right in my face. "Please!"

"I do have to do this. You.. What you did to my brother... My brother!" His nostrils were flaring and I could feel his breath hot on my face. He looked a lot like Mark, the same dirty blonde hair and green eyes, making my body start to shake more. The good thing is I was now able to not have a freak out attack. After living with Mark for so long, whenever I am put in situations like this, my brain was sent into survival mode, saving the worst for later.

"I'm sorry about your brother! I'm sorry for what I did! I was scared!" I exclaimed, tears welling up in my eyes. "You know the love you have for family, you've experienced it first hand! So you should know how terrifying it was to see my brother in danger because of Mark! I'd do anything for my brother just like you would yours!" I tried to get him to see the emotion in my eyes, but he wouldn't look at me. "What I did has haunted me everyday... But I had no other choice... I'm sorry."

I wasn't sure if what I saw was real, but I swear I saw a flash of guilt and understanding on his face, making hope rise up in me. But then he just yanked me by the arm again, pulling me to the same building. "Where are we going?" I asked frantically, eyeing the white building with green shutters on it's many windows. "Ian, please!" I begged, pulling at my arm, trying to stay calm.

He just ignored me and soon we were walking up the path to the doors, stopping before we went inside. "You don't run. You don't scream. You don't do anything.. Unless you want to get hurt... Don't think I wont hurt you," the seriousness in his eyes had more fear coursing through my body. I was already terrified, but knew I had to cooperate for the sake of my baby.

I nodded and soon he was opening the door and I was greeted by a sweet smelling place and a soft glowing light. He was pulling me down many hallways so fast that it was hard to see much besides people sitting busy at tables, with cards or notepads, some elderly and others looking lost. I was confused to what this place was, but the next thing I know, I'm pulled through a doorway and running up stairs, two at a time.

I was already panting in fear, so by the time we get to the actual floor he intended to be on, I was feeling much more winded.

He didn't slow down, though. He just continued to pull me down a hallway with blue carpet and white washed walls. We past by multiple doors that had numbers on them, so I assumed they were rooms. What was this place? Some kind of hospital?

Oh fuck..

My body completely froze, shutting down. Ian noticed, feeling my dead weight, and stopped too, coming to me and grabbing my other arm so he could have more leverage to yank me towards one of the rooms. I fought back as much as I could, but soon the door was open and I was shoved inside room 235.

I felt as if my insides had been lit on fire and were charring down inside me. My heart must have blown up, explaining the pain inside of me, and my lungs felt like they must have burst, releasing a scream of agony when they did.

I tried to turn and run out of the room, using every single drop of power I had in me to try and get out, but Ian was behind me, grabbing onto my shoulders and waist to keep me inside and try to turn me around again to look. I wouldn't.

I fought and hit and screamed as I tried to get past him, grabbing onto the door handle to stop from getting pulled back. But I wasn't strong enough.

Ian managed to get me far enough away to shut the door, taking advantage of my weakness to turn me around, leaving my wide eyes to rest on who was in front of me. "LOOK WHAT YOU DID!" He screamed, deep in anger at me, pointing in front of us before he shoved me away from him, causing me to slam against the footboard of the bed in the room.

It was too much too see, my mind shutting down from the past, the sparks pricking the inside of me. Guilt, anger, pain, sadness, and hatred had my knees collapsing, sinking down onto the floor with another scream, followed by choked out sobs.

Notes

don't know how I feel about this, posted it on a limb again! Added a random flashback:P

What do you think about Ian? Where did he take her? What is in the room? What is going to happen?

Let me know what you think! Maybe another chapter tonight?