It seemed like we had been driving forever, which gave me plenty of time to think. Initially, it took at least an hour for the numbness in my head to leave. I slowly regained my ability to think clearly. Witnessing a murder was tragic; when the murder happens to be your father is catastrophic. Looking out the window, I prayed the police would pull up behind us but that never happened. Pain was the only feeling inside me. It was no longer physical pain but emotional. All I wanted to do was bawl my eyes out but I think I cried out all the tears I could back at the house.

I feared Kyle even more now and knew it was hopeless to try and escape, let alone fight him, but that could just be my despair talking. Knowing me, if there was an opportunity to escape, I'd try and take it, anything to get away from my parents' murderer. We passed a sign that said, "Welcome to Kansas." We were already out of state and the police we probably still looking around Colorado for us. This was hopeless. I would never be found. That meant I'd have to eventually escape in order to be free.

After a few more minutes, we approached an abandoned airport but there was a plane sitting on the runway. We were going to fly somewhere. There was grass covering the runway but you could still see it. There was only one runway, so it must have been a private airport. No one was around and it was totally exclusive.

"I told you I had a plan." Kyle said to Marcus who was smiling.

"Are you sure we should be flying?" Marcus asked.

"It's the quickest way to the Bahamas, once we are there, the police can't get us." Kyle said which terrified me.

The two men got out of the car and told us to stay. They walked away from the car so that they could talk in private. Brooke started to cry because she knew that we both had the same fate. Neither of us wanted to die. My logic is that if they haven't killed us yet then, most likely, their plan isn't to kill us.

"Brooke, it's okay." I lied. "We'll escape somehow." I added which was also a lie.

I knew there was no hope, but Brooke couldn't give up, and neither can I. We can get out of this. I repeated that in my head several times until I actually believed myself. Screw this whole, 'I can't escape' crap. I was going to try and escape every chance I got, not caring about the results. I needed to keep fighting because that's just who I am. If I ever wanted to be free, I'd have to face the consequences of failed attempts.

The guys came back and opened our doors, allowing Brooke and me to get out. My eyes were probably still puffy from crying. He backed me up against the car while Brooke and Marcus went to the plane. I was pinned against the car and him. I kept my head down because I didn't want to look at his murdering face. He had killed my parents and many other girls. He sickened me on so many levels and I would do anything to get away from him and escape.

"It's okay, Kelly, you don't need to cry. Once we are out of the United States, everything will be much better." He said, slowly caressing my cheek.

A tear fell from my face and then I began to cry because I kept imagining my dad's bloody face that would haunt me forever. Every time I looked into his eyes, I saw my dad. Being this close to him, made me remember how much I hated him. He bent down and kissed my forehead and hugged me tightly which made me cry even more. I thought I wouldn't be able to cry anymore, but I guess everyone is full of surprises.

I pushed him back and said, "Please, let me go."

"I can't do that because I'm all you have left now. You have no mom or dad so I'm the closest thing you have." He said wiping a tear from my cheek.

"No, you are nothing to me." I snapped.

"Well, I should be because I'm the reason you are living. I'm your only way of surviving." He snarled.

"Come on, Kel, just forget your feelings and let's pretend that things were just like things used to be. I can teach you some-self defense if you want." He said smiling. Was he mocking me, or was he serious?

"No, I can't just forget what you did, you sick monster." I protested.

"You'll warm up to me again sooner or later because we will be spending forever together, Sweetheart." He said as he placed a short kiss on my lips.

He was really crazy and I needed to do something. I couldn't get on the plane with him. Then I remember something Kyle told me before. "Well, instead of watching him on the ground, punch and aim for the throat and face. All you have to do it hit someone in the throat to really hurt them and to get away. If you hit someone enough in the face, you can knock them out."

That was his advice and I was ready to take it, I had to keep fighting and learning his moves and my own. I needed to be strong now, for my dad. I reached down and grabbed his hand and held it in mine. I stared into his eyes like I had had a sudden change of heart, which I hadn't but I was going to fake it.

"Kiss me and we'll go back to the plane." He said.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leaned up and hesitantly kissed him on the lips for a while until I couldn't breathe anymore. I hated it but if I got him to trust me then he would be easier to take down. He ran his fingers through my hair and kissed my neck and lips again, this time it was more passionately. This was my chance, to get him off guard. He pulled away and I looked at him like he was the best person in the world. If he was buying this, I should become an actress. I placed my hands on his chest and pulled him closer to me. He smiled at me with his sparkling white teeth and I knew he was buying it, or unless he was acting this whole time too.

Then all of the sudden, I swung my leg and catch him off guard. He fell to the ground and kicked him in the side. He yelled out in pain and I punched him in the face and went for the throat but he blocked it. His mouth was bleeding and he looked pissed. My adrenaline was pumping and he was still on the ground so I turned and ran from where we came in. I ran and didn't stop running because this was my chance to get free. I was a fast runner so I could keep going for as long as I needed. Desperation to escape had kicked in.

All I had to do was get to a phone or a house, somewhere where they couldn't take me. I glanced back to see Kyle running after me. I knew that I needed to keep running or he would catch up to me. I had finally gotten to the main road but saw no cars. I looked back to see Kyle still coming. I looked back to the road and Marcus stood in the middle of it. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at him. I looked back to see Kyle slowly walking up closer to us.

I was trapped and even if I did try to run, I would get caught because I wouldn't have enough time to pick up my speed. I noticed Marcus' gun in his pocket and I knew he would shoot me if I ran. I had failed another escape. I didn't ever see Marcus leave the plane or anything. He must have known I would try and escape, am I that predictable? Trying to escape so early was a stupid move on my part. I let my emotions take over and made a bad decision. Like I said, I'd have to accept the consequences for my failed attempts at escaping. I turned and looked at Kyle who had his fists clenched and his lip still bleeding from where I hit him.

I heard Marcus come up from behind me and grab hold of me so that I couldn't run. Kyle walked up to me and said nothing. He just looked at me with his icy, blue eyes that went right through me. Surprisingly, he smiled and said, "Very good sweetheart. I've trained you well but next time, don't waste your time by trying to get me off guard. I mean I enjoyed it, but it wasn't necessary. I knew you were going to do something the instant you took my hand. You got one lucky shot and it just wasn't good enough."

He took me from behind the neck and forced me to walk next to him and Marcus. There was no way I could run or fight now. I was outnumbered, tired, and mostly scared. We walked to the small plane and I climbed the three steps and got on the plane knowing there was nothing I could do now. Brooke was strapped in a seat and was tied down to it. Kyle pushed me down in the seat while Marcus went to start the plane.

"This is your new beginning." He whispered as he tied me to the seat with rope just like Brooke was. Once I was tied up, he left Brooke and me to go fly the plane. I didn't even know he knew about to fly a plane. Marcus must know how to as well.

"You might as well stop trying to escape. There is no use, you have failed every time." Brooke whispered and I almost didn't hear her words.

Wow, she was being a downer today. Way to stay positive Brooke. Once we landed I would try again, and again until I finally escaped, even if it meant getting caught several times. I would pay the price and move on. I wouldn't give in no matter what. Kyle needed to be caught because he killed tons of people and he needed to pay for that.

Then a thought crossed my mind; if I had the chance to kill Kyle and Marcus, could I do it? I wasn't a killer, I never even killed bugs. I was that nice, even I didn't think bugs should be killed. I knew Kyle my whole life; would that affect me when the time came? Could I really kill a man? Would feeling of being so close to him affect my judgment and ability to kill him if I had too? I wanted both men dead easily but thinking something and actually doing something where two different things. I think I could kill Marcus if it came to it but what about Kyle? I just hope it doesn't come down to me having to choose.

I felt the plane rumble and the engine turn on. We started to move and I looked out the window beside me and watched as trees and shrubs passed by me. We took off into the air and were flying now. I watched as the bright, blue sky passed by as we flew. I wished this was all a dream and I would wake up soon, but I knew I wouldn't be waking up from this nightmare.