still alive but i'm barely breathing , chloe

[COLTON MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #C5A454 solid, bTable] YOU HEALED THESE SCARS OVER TIME embraced my soul, You loved my mind, you’re the only angel in my life [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#DBBBA2; color: #000;]practice had been rough enough for colton as his coach decided that they need to be more conditioned for endurance and pushed the boys even further than usual. sweat covered the male’s entire body and though he had showered, there was still a thin layer covering him as he grabbed onto the bag that had been sitting on the locker room bench and sent his wife a quick text, ”hey sweetheart, practice ran a little late, I’ll see you when I get home. leaving in two.”. he found it strange that there were no missed calls, there was nothing that indicated that he had even passed her mind and figured that she must have been busy with a school project or had even fallen asleep which brought a smile to his face. his sleeping wife’s form was always angelic to him and he hated to wake her up which would be the reason that their tardy or late attendance number continued to increase as he would roll over and go back to sleep and awaken whenever he was smacked on the back by his then angry wife. while colton would rather sleep in and not attend class, his wife seemed to be a stickler for the rules and even more so for actually getting to school on time. rushed mornings was usually how it was, meeting up for lunch and making out in the library just to have that physical contact that they needed and then seeing each other in the evenings whenever the after school activities met. it was hard to keep their spark alive but they managed it and colton could not believe how lucky he was to be married at eighteen to the girl of his dreams. lost in his thoughts while leaving the locker room, he should have taken notice of what was happening around him but while pulling the keys for his bike out of his pocket—something that chloe never really did like, colton took no notice of the footsteps approaching him. looking up after having been fishing for his keys in his gym bag, his brows furrowed and his pace suddenly stopped as he looked to see his bike had been pushed over and was looked damaged by some kind of blunt object, ”what the fuck?”

[/b], dropping his bag and taking a step closer to the vehicle, and that would be another dollar in the swear jar. grunting as he was hit in the back by said blunt object, he whipped around to meet the face of four rather young, dangerous looking guys. cursing out loud as another hit was given and then followed by a punch, colton spit out the blood that had pooled in his mouth, ”what the fuck do you guys want!?”[/b], his words giving another punch and then a knock to the neck when he was finally keeled over in pain. spitting out yet another mouthful of blood, he crumbled to the ground, hitting his chin on the pavement and scrapping the skin. ”get the fuck off!”[/b] he shouted, throwing his first punch which got some merit and he was able to get back onto his feet. [color=C5A454”hold him”[/color] was all that he heard before his arms were grabbed, restraining him on the spot and leaving him open for just about anything that the male threw at him.”…what…the…fuck…..do…y—you…w…want..”[/b] he hissed out after the final blow was delivered before he was dropped to the ground with a groan. pain rushed through his facial features, reaching for the only thing that would be consider secure, his bag, and getting a hand stepped on, this is a message to you…and your family.., which caused his brows to furrow, not taking much thought in his actions as the split skin burned to the action. ”what..?”[/b], he said with a hoarse voice, spitting out his third mouthful of blood. his teeth were even stained red at this point, licking it away but only being replaced by the fresh blood pouring from his upper split lip. ask your dad when you call him…oh and we’ll tell your lovely wife that you said hi. which caused colton’s eyes to widen regardless of the fact that his left eye had been swollen shut as a result of the punching to his face. ”DON’T TOUCH HER!”[/b], finally getting the message and the idea across but they had gotten back into their car and drove off, speeding down the road and away from colton’s bloody, aching form.

reaching for his bag after a moment, finding the strength only to the thought of his wife being in trouble, colton fished for his phone, pulling it out and slowly rising to his feet. his face was in disarray, bloody and broken but he still dialed the familiar number through one eye of sight. ”answer…answer…DAD. what the fuck did you do!?”[/b], not having addressed his father in anyway since the trial except by his first name but he needed his father to be truthful and he had to play the card of the upset son to do so, ”who took her!? what did you do!?”[/b], but his father assured him that nothing had been done and that he would get someone to pick colton up. he was going to refuse until he looked to his bike and realized that his other eye was not going to be much use in driving, so colton agreed. he stayed standing for as long as he could with his legs being as shaky as they were, continuing to dial chloe’s number from the house to her cellphone, leaving voicemails, ”baby, answer me…please…i need to know that you are okay. there are guys..they are…just…call me back!”[/i] and sending text messages of the same anxiety as the voicemail. the headlights caught his attention and he got tense, defensive until he saw his father’s driver and without a word, climbed into the passenger seat without answering any questions. he knew his father was still at the house and only fetched his son, ”get me there fast” he ordered with a bark, crossing his arms and closing his eyes. he could not even imagine what was happening to chloe right now, and he prayed that it was not the same guys that had gotten him as those men had seem to disregard the idea of morals. ”if they..touch her..”[/b] or worse, he muttered under his breath, his fists clenching and colton was out of the car before he even had the chance to pull up to the house fully. ”DAD”[/b] he called, ignoring the maid’s concern for him and rushing through the familiar corridors, locating his father’s study and grabbing for the male, slamming him into the wall with fire burning in his eyes. ”what did you do!? what the fuck is she being punished for this!?”[/b], giving his body another slam into the adjacent wall. ”I don’t know colt, I’m taking care of it though..okay, I got the word that she was grabbed, just calm down…I don’t know what’s going on but you have to let go of me son..”[/i], manipulative in his words but colton obliged, releasing his father and stepping back. ”I’ll kill you if they so much as touch the air around her dad..”[/b], his eyes flashing to show it was a promise before jumping to the sound of the phone ringing, colton got it before his father did, ”let me talk to her!”[/b], which was met with a chuckle. colton’s anger was boiling at this point and he was ignoring his own injuries as he swore that he heard a scream in the background, a feminine one which caused the grip on the phone to be tighter, ”no worries..she is just tied up right now with one of my guys..”, resulting in colton to growl, half tempted to throw the phone, ”let.me.talk.to.her”[/b] he hissed out, glaring at his father from across the room before hearing the shuffling of feet on the receiving end followed by, ”leave her alone for two seconds, her hubby wants her..”. colton did not just want her voice, he wanted to physically see her, hold her in his arms and be safe in their bed but fate was cruel and unbeknownst to them, his father was crueler.
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THIS POST IS THE WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL RUBY WITH HER CHARACTER, CHLOE

[/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 1377[/B] WORDS, WHICH IS NOT TOO BAD. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND COLTON IS WEARING IN GIF I GUESS. THE ONLY THING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS YOU CAN CONTROL THE BADDIES AND WHATNOT TOO. AND ADFDAF WE ARE SO MEAN TO THEM...[/B][/div][/center]

[CHLOE MOORE]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align:center;]the day i first met you, you told me you'd never fall in love

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] chloe blew at her bangs as she exited the school. it had been an absolutely draining day. or really, a bad day overall. she had been late for her first class- which was almost a routine now even though she absolutely hated being tardy. nevermind that; it wasn't what made her day awful. on top of being late, her teacher had given the class a pop quiz. one that she was most definitely not ready for. she was a studious girl and was often prepared for pop quizzes. in fact, she kind of looked forward to them, but she was a little behind on the reading. that being said, there was only fifty percent chance of her actually passing that pop quiz. and that was only if luck was on her side. that wasn't even the worst of it. she had actually gotten her history paper back and the grade was absolutely dreadful. when she saw the mark, she nearly passed out. she had worked so hard on it, but clearly not enough. she had thought her day couldn't get any worse until she had someone's pasta lunch mushed up against her shirt. given, it was a complete accident, but that didn't make up for the fact that she had food all over her outfit. but the worst of all wasn't even the bad grades or the food on her outfit. no, the worst of all was that she had been going through the entire day with a sick feeling at the pit of her stomach. she wasn't sure if it was the flu or she was just nervous about something. whatever it was, it made her absolutely nauseous. not to mention nervous. very very nervous. by the time school ended, she knew the worst of her bad day hadn't come yet. it was still lurking in the shadows, waiting for the right time to attack. little did she know, it was literal. she had gotten home a little after four to get ready for work. she knew colton would be home in two hours or so. just enough time for them to have a few minutes to themselves before he drove her to work. in the mean time, she busied herself with her homework and cleaning the house. when she was done, she turned to the fridge, wanting to make a snack for herself to eat before work, and something for colton to eat when he got off practice because god knows that boy was still growing and ate way more than a normal girl would. unfortunately for her, the fridge was pretty much empty. she sighed, dashing into the bedroom to grab her keys and wallet before making her way out of the house to head towards the nearby grocery store. it was only a few blocks away, but in a neighbourhood like her's, a few blocks might as well be a while. her fingers curled into fists, the keys in the palm of her digging into her skin as she felt the sick feeling wash over her again. she wasn't sure if it was just a feeling of nausea or if she really needed to throw up. she didn't have the chance to decipher it though because the next thing she knew, someone had grabbed her from behind and pressed a cloth against her mouth, covering any sort of form to get oxygen into her lungs. it wasn't long before everything went dark and the objects in her palm clattered to the ground. when she came to, it was hard to make out her surrounding. her vision was slightly blurry, but after blinking a few times, the dingy basement looking room came into focus. it took her a while to realize that she was tied to a more than uncomfortable chair. her ankles were bound to the legs of the chair and her wrists were tied together tight with a rope that rubbed itself painfully against her skin behind the chair. another piece of cloth was wrapped around her mouth, the knot tied at the back of her head. she wanted to scream for help, but everything came out as muffled sounds. her heart raced with fear. why was she here? where was colton? she shrank back in her chair when she heard the door creak open. "oh, look, sleeping beauty is awake." the man muttered monotonously, bored, as if he found himself in this situation all the time. chlo watched as a few more men piled in. she quivered at the sight of them. she was ready to bust out of here. she wanted to, desperately. even if she managed to, somehow, get out of these ropes, there was no way that she could get through all these guys without getting caught and then suffering the consequences for it. the man who spoke took a step closer to her, reaching out with his fingers to trace her cheek and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. she whimpered, wanting to get as far away from him as possible. "i'd have my way with you, but not yet. soon though." he told her, whispering into her ear before winking and sending her a smile. no. she decided it wasn't a feeling. she really felt like throwing up and the longer she was here, the sickness in her stomach worsened. god, what she would do to just to hear from colton right now. of course, it would be much better to have him hold her, but she would settle with hearing his voice. he made everything better with just the sound of his voice. "for now, be a doll and not make a sound alright?" unfortunately, she couldn't help herself but struggle against her bondage and grunt in frustration as she did so. the man sent her a sharp glare before he backhanded her cheek, "i said not a sound." tears immediately sprang to her eyes from the sting of the pain. the sound of the slap rang in her ears, and she could practically feel the heat of the impact on her cheek. she wanted to yell or scream or something. anything to make enough sound to attract someone to get her out of here or call 911. "i am going to call your father in law right now. make a sound and you'll make another one again, understood?" he asked gruffly, phone in hand as he glared at her intimidatingly. she nodded, silent even though it was a lie. the man glanced at one of the other guys in the room and nodded at him. with that, the younger boy made his way towards her, a devilish grin on his face. chloe immediately knew what he was about to do. she shrank back but there was nowhere for her to go. he pushed the cloth around her mouth downwards and dove right in for a kiss. she didn't hesitate to put her teeth to good use and bite down on the intruding tongue. the guy immediately stepped back, "you bitch!" he exclaimed. immediately, he grabbed his army knife and held it against her throat, "you try that shit again and you are dead." he muttered, keeping the knife at her throat while he kissed her, his other hand started to rip her shirt apart. distinctly, she could hear the older man of the group chuckle, but she barely paid attention to the phone call, all things considered. she let out a scream when the boy in front of her started to feel her up, trying to get as far away as possible even though she was still tied to the chair. she shrank as the other man approached them, holding onto the phone as he told the boy to let up. colton. the man held the phone against her ear, "c-colton?" she asked, voice quivering, tears streaming down her face. "i-is that you?" she asked uncertainly, just in case the man was just playing some sick joke on her. she needed to know it really was her husband on the other end of the receiver. "please..." she whispered, "help me." she cried desperately. she just wanted to get out of here and be in his arms again and pretend none of this happened. [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align: center;]but now that i get you, i know fear is what it really was [/style]

[COLTON MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #C5A454 solid, bTable] YOU HEALED THESE SCARS OVER TIME embraced my soul, You loved my mind, you’re the only angel in my life [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#DBBBA2; color: #000;]the anger that was coursing through colton’s veins was evident in the tight grip that he had on the phone, his eyes were glazed over and appeared darker in color and larger in size, his face was pale for the worry that he had and his hands were shaking. his fists had released his father from his grip to the sound of the phone ringing, his hands reaching up to wipe at the blood of his own nose which had been hit in the initial attack. his entire body was aching with worry and pain, giving him the message that he needed to rest but colton remained standing and pacing, glancing at the phone every few seconds. his eyes flitted from his own personal cellphone to his father’s desk phone, trying to determine which would be called which would also be the factor that colton needed that this was all because of his father. he had already put the blame on his dad and that blame was unwavering at the moment, staying locked in his mind but colton knew that beating his dad to the point of being unrecognizable was not going to aid him in the retrieval of his wife. his mind could not stop picturing the predicament that she was being put into at the moment, in a garage or a basement, somewhere unfamiliar to her beautiful brown eyes and being surrounded by men—the same ones that had beat him to an inch of his life. giving a wheeze, he gripped the side of the desk, his head moving back and forth while his eyes switched from phone to phone and the color his hands began to fade into an opaque to the grip that he had on the desk, ”ring…ring…fucking call me you assholes!”

[/b] he shouted, not noticing his own father was now on his own phone and was typing across the keys sending a message to those that had his wife hostage. colton was too busy staring at the devices to notice anything that was happening around him until the office phone rang and his eyes shot up to narrow as they met the form of his father, ”this is your fucking fault! this is your doing isn’t it!?”[/b] he shouted, nearly forgetting about the ringing phone and reaching for his father once more. you should answer that son.. was the reply to his father gave while taking a back from his own son with a crazed look in his eye before colton whipped around and grabbed for the phone.

the talk was painful as he could hear the words, muffled, but the screams of protest with the sound of a woman’s voice was rather audible and had colton gripping the phone tighter. he was being taunted, mentioning of how beautiful his wife was as if colton did not realize how lucky he was to have her, talking about the things that he could do to her but colton seethed in silence, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of knowing that it was bothering him—itching him even. the words rang in his head but he remained silent which only resulted in more graphic descriptions of what would be done to his wife including the tearing of her clothes and the breakdown of her mind which was something that had colton breathing heavily into the phone but no words were uttered. he was unsure if the reason would be because of his anger or because he was speechless to the idea that someone could be so heartless, even more than his own father. the sounds of the phone being passed, hands hitting the reciving, voices being muffled until the familiar voice of his wife flowed into his mind, ”…b-bbaby…hey..”[/b] he said as calmly as he could, trying to keep her to have the same reaction to his voice but it was such a relief to hear her voice. colton was assured that she was still alive but the words cut him deeply as he shook his head, sighing while staring at the phone. the need for air was becoming greater and it seemed that no matter how many deep breaths that the male took, nothing was satisfying the light headed feeling that he had as a result of both anxiety and blood loss from his wounds. ”I’m..i’m trying baby. just stay strong..okay I lov-…”[/b] but his words were cut off as the phone was ripped away from his wife’s hands and put back into the possession of one of the guard males. ”what do you want?”[/b] he snapped at the kidnapper, looking to his father for some kind of guidance on how to deal with this as colton knew that his anger was going to get the best of him.

dropping into the chair, his father took the phone from his son’s shaky control and spoke calmly into the reciver that colton’s own head whirled around while using the head rest as a support as he was too weak to do much at this moment. wiping the blood away from his cheek, his eyes glazed over for a moment as he pictured the moment that the phone had been ripped away and he tried to recall if there was a scream or a protest on chloe’s end but things felt surreal at the moment as he sat in the chair, now slumped forward with his head on the desk, holding back the weakness that threatened to pour from his eyes. he needed chloe at this moment and the idea that she was in the hands of another was a sickening thought to him, but colton had to stay strong and he was well aware of this fact, looking up to his father was still negotiating and asked to speak to his wife. he perked up, waiting and listening to his father soothing words to his wife and colton felt a little more at ease, finding that maybe his father was not such a horrible person, and then the darkness took over colton almost instantly and his head slumped forward, hitting the edge of the desk and throwing him into darkness. he awoke only hours later, resting his head on an unfamiliar cushiony surface with a strange engine sound to it. his eyes widened and he sat up too quickly but the head rush died away and he caught the sight of his father, reading over some paperwork, looking calm. ”where am i?”[/b] he asked with a groggy voice that caused him to grab his throbbing head as his body protested his poor posture of slouching, ”they moved the meeting spot to an area just out of the state. we are on a plane to get there faster..” and colton gave not protest as he sat up fully and shook his head, ”how long have I been out for?”[/b] and the answer had colton’s heart racing, he had been knocked out of reality for nearly six hours, and colton could not help but wonder what kind of torture the girl had gone through while he had been stuck in the corridors of his own mind.[/div][/center]

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THIS POST IS THE WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL RUBY WITH HER CHARACTER, CHLOE

[/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 1190[/B] WORDS, WHICH IS NOT TOO BAD. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND COLTON IS WEARING IN GIF I GUESS. THE ONLY THING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS YEP...ON A PLANE XD[/B][/div][/center]

[CHLOE MOORE]

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[STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align:center;]the day i first met you, you told me you'd never fall in love

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] it seemed that she was a magnet for trouble because it followed her everywhere she went. because back in new york, zooey and herself hadn't exactly been the most angelic of twins. and while zooey was more of the devil's advocate, chloe was no angel either. they had trouble following them everywhere, but it was never something like this. never something this extreme. when they had first moved here, it was supposed to be a new start. a fresh start for her parents and herself. somewhere far from new york. something different. she wasn't supposed to be stuck in this dingy place, tied to a chair, not knowing what the hell was going on. she wasn't supposed to fall in love with a cocky basketball player who turned out not so bad after all. she wasn't supposed to get involved with things like these. she was supposed to go to high school, graduate, and then pursue her career in music. that was the plan. and everything was just going absolutely out of hand. first, it was colton's father and now it was whatever this was. a kidnapping? gang rape? she didn't even know. all she knew was that it was not part of her plan. it was not something that she had imagined would happen in her life. and despite the fact that she married at a young age, she was supposed to get her happily ever after. it was supposed to continue on. the bad things were supposed to happen before the happy ending. so why were they happening now? what had she done so wrong to be stuck in a situation like this? she hadn't even though it was possible to want to cry, scream in fear, rage, and laugh hysterically at the same time. cry because she was desperately missing the comforting hold that colton always gave her. it had only been hours since she last saw him. it hadn't been that long since they had snuck into janitor's closet during break to make out. it hadn't been that long it couldn't have been that long. but after waking up in this room and being roughly handled, that moment seemed like a lifetime ago. she wanted to scream in fear because she had absolutely no idea what the hell was going on, where she was, and who these men were. she just wanted to scream and scream until someone was there to get her out of here. she had no idea what to do and she could feel the panic rise in her. what were these men going to do to her? she shivered at her imaginative thoughts. but then again, it's expected, wasn't it? she read about these stories in the news. it happens on a daily basis, but she never thought that it would happen to her. it wasn't supposed to happen to her. she had been good. she was never a bad girl. she didn't even cuss! which is why those first two emotions brought on rage. she was angry with the fact that colton wasn't here with her, although she knew that she couldn't blame him for it. it wasn't his fault, after all. she as angry with everything. with the fact that all she's ever done is good, and she was still being punished. she was angry that there were people like this in the world, and the fact that they often got away with it. she was just angry. and she wanted laugh hysterically because to be honest, she had no idea what else she could do. she couldn't get out of this, and she was at a complete loss. she wanted to laugh hysterically because this was all so surreal. like she just had some wild imagination, but it was real. it wasn't a bad dream. everything went out of focus through her tears when she heard colton on the other end of the phone. like there was no one else in the room. like she wasn't tied to a chair against her will and that a second someone wasn't feeling her up. it felt so good to hear her husband's voice. it gave her a sense of warmth that no one would ever be able to give her. "c-colton..." she breathed out with relief. a part of her brain could pick out that the people around her were speaking, but she heard nothing. all she could hear was colton trying to be calm for the both of them. she nodded at her husband's words despite the fact that he wouldn't have seen them, but she knew that he knew she was listening. she whimpered with shock when one of the men took the phone from her before colton could even finish, before she could tell him that she loved him too. that she would do her best to get through this. that she'd see him soon. "wait, no!" she protested, wanting nothing more than to hear colton's voice again, but she received another backhand to her cheek, causing her to shriek in pain. "shut up!" one of them said while the other spoke on the phone. her eyes brightened when the phone was passed to her again, thinking it was colton, but to her surprise it was his dad, reassuring her that he would take care of it. that she should stay calm and he had everything under control. but you couldn't blame the girl for having trouble believing the man. the same man who had called her a lot of awful names. the same man who told her that he would be back for her. the same man who told her she didn't deserve colton. but still, even if she didn't believe him, she had to be optimistic and hope for the best that she could trust the man enough to get her out of this alive. because there was no one else she could count on to get her out of this predicament. if colton's father didn't help her.... she shook her head, no she couldn't even think about that because if he didn't help her, she might end up dead. or worst, end up being their sex slave of the sorts. she paled at the thought. she'd rather be dead than let any of them touch her. colton she thought desperately to herself. she was jolted out of her thoughts when someone gripped her cheeks tightly, forcing her head to tilt upwards so she could look into a pair of ice cold blue eyes. she cringed at the force of the grip, not to mention the fact that she was sure her face sported finger prints on her cheek from the two backhands she had received only moments earlier. "you need to learn what the word 'shut up' means, princess." he said gruffly as he tightened his grip. she cried out in pain, tears brimming at the corners of her eye lids. he let go of his grip as he flung her head to the side, making his way out of the room, "everybody get your shit ready." he muttered before cocking his head slightly towards her, "we're going on a field trip." he told her even though she had a feeling that he was saying it more to the boys in the room. all of them left, but one remained. the same one who had tried to cope a feel earlier. do whatever you want with her, just don't kill her. and do it quick." he said monotonously before stepping outside. her eyes widened in panic, "what? no, come back! please!" she cried out to the man who had already disappeared from the room. she cowered back against her chair, trying to get away from the man who had held his knife against her throat. he grinned, "oh, i'm going to enjoy this. you do anything i don't like, and i can assure you that i'm not afraid to use my knife." and with that, he went back to planting a wet kiss on her lips. she tried struggling, but he only held her in her place while his other hand roamed her body, tearing at her clothes, not caring that they were ripping in different places. however, the door swung open before it could go further, and chloe had never been so happy to see the man who seemed to be sort of in charge. "untie her from the chair and let's go." he barked out. the younger of the two males frowned, "i'm not done." the older man glared dangerously at him, "i don't care. untie her from the chair and give her some chloroform." she started to protest, but immediately quieted down when she saw the hand raise. after the younger one untied her from the chair, he pressed a cloth against her nose and mouth, forcing her to take a breath. after a few seconds, every thing became dark again. when she came to be, she was in a different place. a car this time. it had tinted windows and it was parked in the middle of nowhere. literally. there was nothing around within miles. sitting next to her were two of the guys from the room while the one who was in charge sat in the driver's seat. her mouth was taped shit, and her wrists and ankles were tied together once more. what was going on? where was she? were they going to kill her. she tried to voice her questions despite the tape against her mouth, fidgeting in her seat as the two men in the front conversed among themselves in hushed voices, ignoring her mumbling. [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align: center;]but now that i get you, i know fear is what it really was [/style]

[COLTON MOORE]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][/style][atrb=style, width: 525px; border-bottom: 20px #C5A454 solid, bTable] YOU HEALED THESE SCARS OVER TIME embraced my soul, You loved my mind, you’re the only angel in my life [style=height: 317px; width: 250px; margin-right: -520px; font-size: 8.5px; font-family: tahoma; text-align: justify; line-height: 1; text-transform: lowercase; overflow: auto; scrollbar-base-color:#DBBBA2; color: #000;]the slap to her skin was heard through the receiver and he gripped the phone tighter, his knuckles turning sheer and then red with the blood that was rushing to his hand in an attempt to keep it from going numb. he was silent though, his jaw too clenched to even get a coherent word out through the shut lips, shaking his head as he heard mumbling and muffling words, yelling at his wife and then nothing. he was not able to comphrend anything that was happening as he began to have an out of the body feeling, his breathing was labored and he dropped into the chair while his father took command of the situation. he stared at the wooden finish of the desk, his fingers moving over the small nicks in the wood where he was sure that his father had pressed too hard into the wood with a pen, or colton himself did the damage when he was a child. the room looked the same as his childhood nightmares but at this moment, colton wished to turn back to the clock and go back to those horrid moments because it was better than listening to his wife being assaulted over the phone and not having the power to do anything. the only thing that colton could think to do to escape the moment was to pass out, his body slumping in the chair and letting the weak side of his body overtake the strength in a second, building up until he fell into the darkness and fell into a happier place for the time being. the action was rather selfish of the male as he was not able to cope with the idea of his wife being in so much pain and distress and not being able to do anything about it, so he would escape. it was what he did when he was a child, running out of the house to escape the yelling that came from both parents, so why not let his body escape everything for just some time? selfish could be one way of looking at it, but necessary was how colton saw it. his darkness was pulled away as his body began to stir under the rumbling of the plane’s engine, his head lulling from right to left before his eyes shot open at the same time, taking in his surroundings. a moment of panic crossed his face but the figure of his father calmed him down to a certain degree while he sat up and held his head in an attempt to understand what was happening around him. silence was exchanged but the look in his father’s concerned eyes once more assured him that he was safe and his wife would be soon. ”I don’t…I don’t get it. you hated her.”

[/b], referring to the exchange of aggression that his father had displayed only weeks ago towards chloe. his feet hit the carpeted floor but he made no attempt to stand as his surroundings were still spinning around him, ”it doesn’t make sense to me. why are you helping? why are you going to pay the ridiculous ransom?”[/b] he asked with accustation flooding into his words without intention. he was always suspicious of his father’s intentions as he was never a good man, cold and heartless, but he seemed to actually have some concern for chloe and that concerned colton. ”she’s my daughter son, I have to kind of care for her, no?”, the answer wasn’t good enough and colton launched himself out of his seat too fast resulting in an extreme head rush that pushed him back down to the ground, gripping the table for support as he sat on his knees, ”you hated her. you even said it yourself that she was worthless, just one of my whores that I would toss away. I love her dad and I will do everything in my power to get her out and if you try and stop me, I’ll kill you.”[/b], his eyes narrowed but the threat was empty and they both knew it because at the end of the day, colton needed the support of his father.

the words were dismissed and not addressed again, colton moving to the back of the plane where a bed was located and crashed his body into the comforting mattress, hugging the pillow as he let himself drift off. the feeling of the plane descending was what awakened him from the throes of sleep, clenching his eyes and holding his stomach as the feeling of naseau came over him as colton had never been a solid flyer and opted for the train to go anywhere if it was possible. sighing, he cringed to the sound of the wheels hitting pavement and looked up to find his father standing now, ready to go and colton followed suit moments later. he was still dressed in the same clothes, dried blood on his white t-shirt and he appeared to be a mess, even with the amount of sleep that he got. worry lines were beginning to show on his forehead and his eyes were red from the amount of tears that had come out, irritating his eyes with the saltine liquid. sighing, he followed his dad out of the plane and onto the ground, getting into the car and finally speaking, ”where the fuck are we going?”[/b] he asked, not having a clue of where they were at this point. this time, colton forced the sleep out of his mind but he also tried not thinking about his wife’s predicament but his fingers wrapped around the fabric of his shorts and he knew that his mind was making up all kinds of scenarios, each one worse that the last.

sighing softly, the car suddenly jolted to a stop and colton was thrown forward but the seatbelt stopped him from fully spilling off the seat and onto the car floor. looking over to his dad, he raised an eyebrow, looking at the deserted road from the front window. a van was sitting there and his eyes widened, fumbling to undo his seatbelt with an attempt to free himself form the car. ”calm yourself colt..”[/i], spoke the soothing but authoritative voice of his father, and colton complied with his command, figuring that the male had more experience in dealing with these kinds of people. sick, twisted, manipulative, all surrounded the words that colton had when he thought of his father but even he did not think that his father would go to a drastic measure to keep him apart from his wife. the thought of his father setting this up had come and gone, and now he was determined to have his wife back in his arms. getting out of the car slowly, he raised an eyebrow to the flesh colored van sitting only meters away and his eyes narrowed with a distaste for the figures in the front seat. looking over to his dad who had a briefcase in his hand, the male tilted his head to the side but said nothing as he made his way to the front of the car. he heard the door of the van slide open and one foot shifted forward, preparing to launch himself. his breath got caught in his throat at the sight of his wife and he opened his mouth, gasping for air.

her mouth was sealed shut by the silver tape and her clothes were torn, her face was bruised and he saw the dots of dried blood on her shirt. a hot mess would be the best word in colton’s mind as she still looked beautiful but terrified. he made the attempt to move forward but was stop as an arm shot out infront of him, stopping his steps from going any further. he watched the male holding her, their eyes meeting and his eyes taunting colton. he could see his hand moving across her bare stomach (as her shirt had been ripped open and all was revealed), and he growled loudly, his jaw clenching once more. he could see the ring still on her finger, visible and symbolic of everything that they were but colton was not able to bring himself to meet his wife’s terrified eyes just yet. he took in the damage but his eyes had sideswept the catching of her gaze and was locked on the male who was feeling up his wife infront of him, ”let her go you son of a bitch!”[/b] he called out, his father shooting him a glare but at this point, colton didn’t care. he grabbed the suitcase from his father’s tight grasp, the adrenaline giving him the strength to do so. ”i warned you dad..”[/b] he hissed, ducking under the arm and away from the driver who had a gun trained on the two men and moved to meet them in the middle. ”it’s okay baby..”[/b] he soothed to her, his eyes falling on the leader and holding out the money, ”it’s there, now let he go.”[/b], his other hand outstretched for chloe. he was willing to make an even exchange as he lost the money but the male holding wife decided a goodbye kiss was needed and colton saw red as he tackled the male to the ground, one fist after another into the assailant’s face. [/div][/center][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

THIS POST IS THE WONDERFUL AND BEAUTIFUL RUBY WITH HER CHARACTER, CHLOE

[/COLOR]. THIS POST TURNED OUT TO BE 1560[/B] WORDS, WHICH IS NOT TOO BAD. MUSE METER IS FULL[/B] AND COLTON IS WEARING IN GIF I GUESS. THE ONLY THING TO BE SAID ABOUT THIS POST IS STUPID AGGRESSIVE BOY[/B][/div][/center]

[CHLOE MOORE]

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style,height: 50px;] upon reflection, chloe could see that she was in way over her head with this relationship. this past month had done nothing but show her that, to prove its point. for someone who was born and raised in new york, she had a relatively small town like thinking. she may be dressed like a city girl, but her mind definitely wasn't. it was pure, innocent, clean. but all she saw since coming here, with the exception of colton, was bad. everything was bad. and that said something considering the fact that she had been to high school with snobby uppper east side girls. she had thought they were the absolute worst of human kind. they deceived, manipulated, and purposely put others down to make themselves feel better. they were your typical head bitches of the school. they were snobby, and all they ever cared about were the superficial things like having the latest fashion or accessories or even boys. to her, they were pathetic and useless. but now. now, everything back in new york seemed like paradise compared to this. never, in her life, had she imagined being spoken down to by her eighteen year old husband's father or being kidnapped, molested, and abused. at least back in new york, the girls only cared about making your social life a living hell. that was a picnic compared to being surrounded by these men with hungry stares. she hadn't signed up for this. she hadn't known all this would come with colton. she had known he was a star basketball player with arrogance but really had a heart of gold if you got to know him. she knew he didn't like talking about or associating with his father. she knew his pet peeves, his habits, and his soft spots. she knew everything about him, but she had not known that he would take her to this kind of situation. but she loved him. no matter how over her head she was in, that shouldn't matter compared to how much she loved him. he was worth it. he was worth all this trouble. because at the end of the day, she knew this wasn't his fault. he couldn't have possibly known this would happen. and she knew, for a fact, that he would have prevented this from happening if he could. she knew that if he could, he would be right here protecting her. he would never let anyone touch her without her permission. he protected her. and she knew, wholeheartedly, that he loved her more than anything in the world. she could see it in his eyes. in his actions, the way he expressed himself. and sometimes, those actions could be a little irrational and slightly reckless, and even remotely impulsive. which wasn't necessarily a good thing because it often did more bad than good, but it was also a good thing because it proves just what he was willing to do to keep her safe. to keep her happy. and because of that, she was the luckiest girl in the world. she would go through a million kidnaps for him. although she would prefer not to. mainly because once was enough to emotionally scar her for the rest of her life. she knew, for certain, that she would have nightmares from this day for a long time. she knew she would never be able to forget these men's faces. she wouldn't be able to forget what they're wearing, what they smell like, what they sound like. that would never be forgotten. she knew that no matter how hard she tried, she wouldn't be able to wipe that from her memory. just like when she had first found zooey on the bathroom floor, towel scattered around her body, her twin sister showing nothing but bones. she couldn't forget the way her sister's eyes were rolled back, or the fact that her sister looked like she was just a thin layer of skin clinging to the bones, or the way the bathroom smelled. she had tried so hard to wipe it from her memory, but no matter what, she could always recall that memory. every detail of it. it may seem like she was disoriented or hardly taking in her surroundings. but she knew that once she was sitting safely in her own room, her mind would not be able to help itself but recall what had happened in detail. from the tearing of the wall paper on the side wall, to the creaking of which floor board to the finer details of every man that had been in that room. and since waking up from her unconscious induced state, all she wanted to do was just drift off again. and maybe when she woke up, it would really be a dream. a bad dream within a bad dream. and she would have a good laugh about it. but no matter how much she forced herself to go back unconscious, her mind just didn't seem to want to listen. all she could resort to do was struggle against the tight bonds while mumbling into the duct tape across her lips. from where she was sitting, she could spot another car coming their way. her heart leaped at the thought of seeing colton again. in fact, her heart leaped a little at the thought of seeing her father in law despite the fact that she questioned his motive and role in this entire thing. at the moment, it didn't really matter. she just wanted to see a familiar face and get out of the hold of this pervert. anything to get away from here and back home. she just wanted to be back in colton's arms. his protective hold was home. where ever he was, that was home. she watched as colton stepped out of the car. she could practically cry at the sight of her husband. he was so close, but he had never seemed so far away. the guy to her left pushed open the door and dragged her along out of the car, keeping a firm hold on her. she tried to struggle her way out of the guy's hold, but nothing seemed to work. god, she wanted colton. she whimpered as she felt the guy behind her trail his hand against her bare stomach. she cringed slightly at the swear word that left her husband's mouth. while she wasn't particularly fond of swear words, she had to let this one slide under the circumstances. since it was pretty called for. she watched as colton came closer. she struggled even harder against the hold. he was right there. she needed to be in his hold. she looked desperately colton as he reassured her that everything was going to be okay. however, the guy blocked her view of colton as he dove right in for a goodbye kiss, her scream coming out muffled. a second later, the male was shoved off her as she stumbled backwards into the arms of another man. she screamed against the duct tape, trying to get colton's attention, wanting him to stop. even though the jerk deserved to get beaten, she didn't want her husband to kill him. [STYLE=font-family: georgia; text-transform: uppercase; letter-spacing:; font-size: 10px; padding-bottom: -10px; text-align: center;]but now that i get you, i know fear is what it really was [/style]