I had just woken up from a nap, but I still felt exhausted. I hadn't slept well because I feared Marcus would come into my room while I was asleep and trying to rape me like he did Brooke. I had been more scared lately and desperately wanted to go home. I changed out of my dress and back into my regular clothes. My door flung opened after several minutes and the man walked in. He looked panicky and in a rush. Usually, he remained calm and under control but this was a whole new side of him.

"We're leaving." He said, quickly.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"The police caught on to who I am so now we are leaving. Marcus and I are each taking one girl so it's your lucky day." He said sarcastically.

This was my chance to finally escape. This opportunity wouldn't come again. I needed to think of my plan. We were going to be outside, which was the perfect chance to make a run for it. Trying to fight the man could work since he is in panic mode. It was a perfect time for him to make a mistake. We walked out of the room, where Brooke and Marcus were waiting. Marcus glared at the man, clearly irritated for the need to relocate.

"How did this happen?" Marcus snarled.

"I made a mistake. I'll tell you in the car but we need to go now." The man said opening an air duct at the bottom of the floor.

"Marcus goes first and I'll go last. This will led us about a mile away from here. I stashed a car there so it was available for an easy escape." The man said.

Marcus nodded and crawled through the air duct. Brooke followed him silently, unable to hide the fear radiating off her body. I got on my hands and knees and crawled in after her, knowing it wasn't the right time to fight the man. I heard the man get in after me and put the vent back on the air duct. We crawled a little ways before the air duct opened up and it was big enough that we all could stand up and walk. It was obviously made by the man and I had to admit that I was slightly impressed at how planned out this escape route was.

The man was so close to me that I could hear his steady breathing. We walked for what felt like forever until there was a ladder leading to the surface. We all climbed to the top, revealing the darkness of the night. Being locked up, it was impossible to keep track of day and night. The forest was silent, not even the animals making a peep. The forest mocked me with different shadows that hid in the darkness. There could be the police out there or a bear who was ready to kill all of us. The pounding of my heart echoed in my head. This was my chance to escape. I couldn't let my nerves get the best of me, but I was terrified of what would happen.

The man went over to Marcus and whispered, "If she tries to fight me, the car is just behind the two large trees on the right. Get in the car and wait for us, I can take her."

The man had a well thought-out plan but he wasn't that smart when he was talking to Marcus. Did he really think that I couldn't hear him? I would say I had good hearing but he talked to Marcus as if I wasn't standing in the vicinity. He was smart though, he knew I would take this chance to fight. Sure, I had no idea where to go but anywhere was better than with the man. Everywhere around me looked the exact same and I would most likely get lost but I would rather take my chances.

The man grabbed my arm and said, "Let's go."

I yanked my arm out of his grasp, causing him to smirk. He knew I was going to do this. There was no way I would willingly get in that car with him. I wasn't going down without a fight. I looked past him to see Marcus grab Brooke and drag her to the car. A shiver ran up my spine as a gust of wind rushed through me. I got into my fighting position, figuring that fighting would be easier than trying to make a run for it. I had to hurt him before I could run.

"If only you knew who I was; you would understand why fighting me is bad." He said, smiling as he stared at me.

"Who are you then?" I snapped, frustrated that he wouldn't tell me.

"Come with me to the car and I'll tell you." He said walking closer to me.

I knew he was lying to me. Why would he tell me who he was? Even though I desperately needed to know who he was, I wasn't about to give up without a fight. If I got in that car with him, the chances of my father finding me were slim to none. As the man inched closer to me, I took several deep breaths. When he got into range, I kicked him in the shin as hard as I could. I started off with a move to injure him, yet not predictable. I couldn't risk myself getting hurt in the process.

"Damn it, I should have expected that one." He said shaking off his injury, the smirk no longer on his face.

I threw a punch towards him but he blocked it. I waited for a second for him to retaliate and try to hurt me but it never came. Why wasn't he fighting back? I went for another punch but he dodged out of the way. He was in defense mode rather than offensive. I debated making a run for it but he would catch me. Suddenly, off in the distance, I saw several lights shining through the trees. That had to be the police. They couldn't have been less than a mile or so away from us. I made a fatal mistake looking at them too long.

I felt a blow to my head as I fell to the ground. My adrenaline was pumping, desperately wanting the police to find me. I ignored the pounding in my head and managed to jump to my feet. Without any hesitation, I took off running as fast as I could. I didn't have time to think what would happen if the man caught me. I didn't have time to think at all. The only thing in my mind was escaping and seeing my father again. I could hear the man chasing me, quickly eating at my heels as I ran. My heart was pounding, sweat ran down my face, and my legs felt like jello as they pushed on.

"Hel..." I couldn't get the rest out because I was tackled to the ground with his hand over my mouth. The hard ground took a toll on me as blood dripped down my legs and arms. The cuts weren't bad, just minor scraps from the impacts with the ground. I tried biting the man but that just made him press down on my mouth even harder. Failed attempts at screaming for help came out as mumbles that only the man could hear. Tears involuntarily fell from my cheeks as I struggled against his towering body. Both of us watched as the people in the distance walked in the wrong direction.

More tears fell down my face, knowing that I had failed. I wasn't able to save Brooke or any of the other girls. Most of all, I couldn't save myself. Fearing the unknown and what would happen to me drove my fear even further. I wanted to give up, I really did but then what would happen to Brooke and me. The man stroked my hair softly and picked me up off the ground. He turned me to face him, slowly taking away his hand from my mouth. He took his thumb and wiped away the lingering tears that were present on my face.

"I told you everything would be okay." He cooed in my ear.

He grabbed me by the waist and held me tightly against him, preventing me from attacking him again. At this point, there was no use in fighting or trying to run. The police were farther away from us and would be no help. There was a black car waiting for us in the trees. Marcus and Brooke were sitting in the car already. The man shoved me in the back seat with Brooke as he got into the driver's seat next to Marcus. With little hope and just wanting to test the man, I tried to open my door but it was locked.

"Child lock is on. I thought you were smarter than this." He grumbled as he started to drive away.

"So what the hell happened?" Marcus demanded.

"I've been keeping a secret from you Marcus, I'm not the person you think I am." He said as he pulled out onto the main road.

"What?" Marcus asked.

"I'm wearing a disguise and I always have been since the day we met. None of the girls know the real me except for Kelly. She just doesn't know who I am right now." The man said, keeping his eyes locked on the road.

"Who are you?" I decided to speak up and get answers.

I tried to think back and recognize his voice but no one came to mind. I knew he was in a disguise now, so who was he? My palms were sweaty and my heart was racing a mile a minute. I needed to know who I was up against.

"You tell me, Kelly. Who do you think I am?" He asked.

Suddenly that voice sounded all too familiar. My mind raced as suspects and who this monster could be. Who could know everything about me? I gasped, feeling my body freeze. It was as if my heart just shattered into a million pieces. My eyes filled with tears as I stared at the man in the rear view mirror of the car. I knew who it was, I just didn't want to believe it.

"No, it can't be. Please tell me it's not you." I cried, feeling my body shut down.

"It's me." He grinned, looking back at me.

"Kyle." I sobbed.

"See I knew you were smart. All it took was changing my voice up a little and this beautiful disguise." He said, glancing back at me and then back to the empty road.

"How did they catch you?" Marcus asked, keeping Kyle's attention off of me.

"I had to write this report over a girl I killed and I needed to get back to the cabin, so I wrote fast and this dumb ass cop figure out that my handwriting and the notes I wrote were the same handwriting as the report. I even watched the cops drive to my house before going to the cabin. I guess I don't need this anymore." He said taking off his disguise.

I was still in shock over the whole situation. Kyle had been super close with me and my father, even my mother took a liking to him. He was like an older brother to me and now he was doing this. Never in a million years did I think the man was Kyle. Knowing him for years all seemed to disappear as I stared at him now. His familiar blue eyes and chocolate brown hair that was messed up from the wig he was wearing.

"What, you have no comment for me Kelly?" Kyle laughed.

"How could you do this?" I breathed, hardly able to speak.

"You have a lot to learn. You'll realize later why I did what I did. Ultimately, there are a lot of reasons why I did what I did." He spoke.

"You're a monster." I whispered.

Either he chose to ignore me or he didn't hear me. I still couldn't process that my friend and instructor would do this to me. My hands were trembling as I struggled to get myself under control. He couldn't see me weak like this. He couldn't see me cry anymore, not over him. Brooke sat in silence next to me, occasionally glancing over with sympathetic looks.

"Now you know why you shouldn't have fought me. I know every move that you could make. I've taught you everything you know." He gleamed.

I refused to talk to him any longer, afraid I'd break down at any second. The more I heard him the speak, the more infuriated I got. What did my dad think when he found this out? His closest friend betrayed him. I prayed that he didn't blame himself for letting Kyle into our lives. This just shows you that you can't ever really know someone. How could we not know he was a killer and a kidnapper? Were there not signs that were shown? We drove in silence for what felt like forever. The clock read eleven o'clock which meant we had driven for almost an hour away from the woods.

"So where should we go?" Kyle asked Marcus, realizing that we were out of range from the police.

"Why are you asking me? I don't know. You're the one with all the plans." He said.

"Let's just stop somewhere to get some sleep and then in the morning we can discuss what to do. We can try to find an abandoned house. Let me know if you see any possibilities." Kyle said.

We continued to drive for a while down an old country road. We were almost 10 miles away from the closest town by now. Kyle spotted an old house with a foreclosure sign in the yard. We were in the middle of nowhere, the closest house that I had seen was about a mile away. He parked the car on the side of the house, hidden behind several tall trees. Marcus and Kyle exited the car but before Kyle shut the door he said, "We're going to talk privately, just stay put."

He shut the door and the men walked behind the car a few hundred feet away so that we couldn't hear what they were talking about. If only I had super hearing so that I knew what they were talking about. Maybe they were planning our deaths. I realized that was stupid because if they wanted us dead, they would have done it already. I turned to Brooke who still hadn't said a word the entire time since we left the cabin.

"Hi, Brooke." I whispered, wanting to see how she was doing.

"I don't know how much more I can take of this." She cried, nearly choking on her sobs.

"Don't say that. My dad is a police officer and he will find us." I said.

I wanted to believe what I was telling her, but there was only so much the police could do. There was only so much ground the police could cover. I'm sure by now they found the other girls and Ethan. Part of me envied them because at least they would get to go home to their families, unlike us. Either way, I needed Brooke to stay positive and not give up hope on me. I may need her help later on to escape.

"It was terrible, being raped. It's unimaginable until it happens to you. I can still feel his lips against mine and his touch everywhere on my body. I'm so scared, Kelly." She cried, unable to hold back all of her feelings.

My heart broke for her. She was right, I couldn't imagine what she was going through right now. I knew Marcus was a monster and that he would continue to hurt her if we didn't escape. I kept telling myself that we have to have faith and not break down. That's what the men want from us. They want to see us weak and break down in front of them. I wouldn't do that any longer. Brooke, on the other hand, looked as if she was about to break down. I needed to be brave for the both of us because, after everything Marcus did to her, she needed someone to have her back.

"I'm scared too, but everything will be fine." I said, lying to myself and her.

Both of the men came back and opened our doors. I watched as Marcus ripped Brooke from the car, holding her up since she was barely able to stand as she trembled with fear. Kyle held his hand out to me but I ignored him as I stepped out of the car. He grabbed onto my arm but I quickly yanked it away. I didn't even want to look at him, that's how disgusted I was with him.

"I liked you better when I didn't know who you were." I spat.

"Maybe I don't want you to like me." He replied quickly.

"You didn't seem to care that I liked you all the years we were friends and when you trained me." I snapped.

"That was all an act." He said, leaving me without a comeback.

The four of us walked up to the old house, walking inside. It appeared that no one had lived here for a long time. Dust and cobwebs covered most of the house. I couldn't help but crinkle up my nose as I looked around the house. It was disgusting. I'd rather sleep in the car than this place. Kyle and Marcus had flashlights that shined through the house since there was no power. We walked up the stairs where two bedrooms and a bathroom were located.

"Perfect, you two go in there and we will go in here." Marcus said pointing to each bedroom.

Kyle nodded and he walked us into our room, shutting the door behind us. This must have been the master bedroom because of how large the room was. There was a couch sitting the corner next to a bookshelf as well as a queen sized bed and dresser. I walked over and sat down on the couch, ignoring the dust and potential spiders that the couch was covered with. Kyle walked over and sat down next to me. Oh heck no, this wasn't going to happen.

I quickly stood up and said, "Just stay away from me." "Really? After all of this, you're going to tell me what to do?" He asked, cocking his head at me.

I remained silent.

"You know I'm actually helping you. I could let Marcus have you and we both know what he is doing to Brooke right now. That can be you if you want?" He threatened.

I ran my fingers through my hair and asked, "What do you want from me?"

"I want to talk." He said, calmly.

"What do you think we're doing? What is there to talk about anyway? I don't understand why I'm still here. You have your friend and what you wanted. Why am I still here?" I asked, getting frustrated.

"Because I want to keep you. I care about you." He said, clearly living in delusions.

"You have a funny way of showing it. You make me sick." I snarled.

I sat down on the bed while he was still on the couch. He smiled and shook his head at me. How was he smiling about this? Did he really think this was funny? He got up from the couch and said, "How about we just go to sleep and skip the "I hate you" talk." He suggested.

I turned away from him on the bed and laid down. I just wanted to forget this day and forget Kyle. The bed dipped down as Kyle got into bed next to me. It didn't bother me much until he decided it would be a good idea to wrap his arms around my waist, holding me close to his warm body. I pulled away from him and tried fighting back when he scolded me.

"Stop, this is so you don't run away while I'm sleeping." He said, pulling me back against his body.

I could feel his breath on my neck, sending chills up my spine. My whole body was completely tense. I had been in close situations like this in my training with him but this was completely different. I didn't take this as a sexual manner but this was how couples slept together. I felt extremely uncomfortable laying there in my kidnapper's arms.

"Do I really make you that nervous? I can feel you shaking." He whispered in my ear, making me even more nervous and tense.

"I don't know what you were expecting. Oh, I found out who you were and I would think everything is okay and that you were the same person that you were before this." I snapped.

He got close to my ear and whispered, "I'm glad I make you nervous."