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He's got me tied up, arms to the headboard, legs suppressed by his weight. There's no use in squirming. My mouth is muffled with a bunched up shirt stuffed down my throat.

"Talkings just a waste of breath! And livings just a waste of death...I need you,Cherie. I need you to solve my loneliness...we're one in the same, you know that,"

He forces my eyes to meet his by lifting my chin with a rough tug. I try to keep myself steady, not letting the satisfaction of one single quiver radiate down to his fingertips.

Even with the involuntary tears rolling down my cheeks, I meet his eye contact. He looks terrified, deranged and unsure of himself. To others he might seem to have really cracked his egg, to be a madman on the lose.

But I know him. I know that he's not spreading his confidence out in arrogance. Not this time. He's scared.

With an uncharacteristic, soft smile he unravels the ties that bind my wrists. My arms fall like dead weight, plopping to the mattress only, the tingling almost painful.

His other hand tremble as he outlines my features with the trace of his fingertips. "Don't you care at all? I've...I've tried to move on. I let you go, didn't I?"

Thinking the question to be rhetorical and absolutely ridiculous, I stay still not daring to answer him. His eyes glisten, shining their green gloss into mine.

"Jimmy, you fucking cunt bastard!!"

"Paul's gone, you know. He made me do all of this, really. I-I...you don't really think I'd hurt your children, do you?," The slime lubricating his words is enough to make my stomach turn. Freddie and the guys keep shouting from the other room, but they're ties were bone stiff. There's no way they can help me now.

"I'd never do that to you, babe. But you know I need help— won't you please just help me"

"Come out here and fight me like a man!"

That's enough. He's playing me up and I know it. I hiss through my teeth when he continues to stroke my swollen cheek. The memory of him hurting me time and time again heats me up with a burning rage. I can't hold it in any longer.

I lunge at him. Full force. Barely able to feel my limbs, but I gotta chance it.

My hands wrap around his throat so quickly and with all my power. His eyes widen in shock as I use my freedom to finally fight back.

My thumbs dig into each side of his Adam's apple and I watch with pleasure as he tries to rip my hands away, gasping for breath.

"Cherie!! Say something! What's goin on!?"

I can somewhat here the background noise, but my vision is blanking. All I see is red as we struggle against one another.

We thrash around the room, bashing into walls and furniture as he tries to pry his way free from me. But, I'm no fool. I won't let up. I won't back down.

Streaming molten lava is erupting out of me in a struggle against the man who has made my life a living hell for far too long.

His fingernails dig into my scalp as I'm trapped with my back against the door. He slams my head into it, repeatedly. I feel the deadweight of my hands as they loosen, still not enough blood flow for strength, just for a second but with enough time for him to resume dominance.

He juts his knee into my stomach.

"Cherie!! We're coming, Cherie!!"

His fists fly over me. Head, ear, ribs. His feet stomp me to a worthless nothing on the ground as I strain to protect myself with my arms shielding my head.

My mind is in a dizzy spell. The tip of his boot strikes my face and my chest. I'm trying to stay conscious, trying to breathe in whatever air, trying to remember what I'm still trying for.

"Get up, bitch!,"

"You're a dead man, Jimmy! You're dead!"

He lifts me up, and with every fiber of defiance that's left I shoot the blood leaking from my gums into his face with a wad of spit.

And he laughs.

He cackles like he's insane as he holds me upright by my throat. He points one finger up in between the space of our faces, swipes his bloodstained cheek as my eyes lock on his actions, surely it's just what he wants. He's smiling while slipping the tip of his finger into his mouth, slowly sucking off my blood, pulling his finger back out clean.

"Your blood can't hurt me, babe.," He says tauntingly as he stares into my eyes. I press him back when he moves closer, but my attempts are no use. He strengthens his grasp around my airways, leaning into my ear, whispering, "I've already done the damage— Let's go, you can tell them!,"

"Ahhh! Jimmy, STOP!," Practically pulling my ear off he yanks me away from the door, letting go of my throat to move me from in front of the door. He opens it, pushing me with him to the front of the tour bus.

"Tell them! Tell them why I need the money! Tell them or I'll fucking have your children shot right in front of you!"

"What are you talking abo-"

"Jesus Christ! Just tell him, Cherie. Tell him what you just finished telling me!"

He turns to Freddie whose incredulous glare threatens to eat the man alive. "She's a gold digger. I told you from the jump! She still wants me! Why do you think she's so easily captured!? Ha!"

Shaking my head from side to side, trembling and unable to utter a single word from my lips, my eyes peer into the horrifyingly deranged look in Freddie's eye.

"Tell him you think his love making is trash compared to me."

"Fuck you!," My sneer is rewarded with a kick to the back of my legs, making me fall into a kneel at the impact. I'm on bended knee in front of the guys, bleeding heavily, receiving punishment directly in front of them like a witch awaiting her hanging.

"Tell him how you use to moan my name with pleasure and how you have to make sure you remember to say his when you two fuck."

"Stop lying! You're a fucking—," Another swift kick to my ribs causes me to fall forward into a bow, his foot atop my back keeping me there.

Looking up into Freddie's face, he looks shattered. His chest rises and falls in quick breaths, he and Roger squirm trying to break away from the ties that bind them to one another.

"Yeah, you fucking wish!," Freddie growls. His eyes swoop past me, staring into the smug face of the man breaking me down, though he lifts me up again by my hair.

"You don't believe me?," His tone doesn't match the actions. He sounds jolly. Downright hysterical.

My head swings back and forth within his hold as he tugs me right in front of Freddie. "Humph! They don't believe me babe..,"

"Fight one of us, you coward!," Deacy shouts, thrusting his legs against the wall, trying to face the direction of all the commotion.

"He won't do it! He's a fucking bitch! Beating on a woman makes you feel tough, huh?! You piece of sh—,"

"I'd watch my mouth if I were you!," Jimmy pulls out his gun, pointing it right at Brian's face just as a hurried tapping raps on the door.

Releasing me with a shove to the ground, Jimmy's other hand puts the gun back in his holster to open the door of the tour bus. He turns around to face us again with a smirking smile.

"Oh goodie! Our special guest," he announces as Jim walk up the steps. "Freddie, didn't you just miss this fat piece of shit. He's stolen your children! What a lovely reunion!" Jimmy croons.

"I don't have them," Jim states and my heart picks up speed at the possibilities. "You'll never find them! I'm through working for you! I've already called the cops they're comin-,"

"You scheming fucking fag!," Jimmy reaches his hand back for the pistol, but Jim's quick reaction time has them both fighting over the gun.

They fall to the ground, grappling to each reach for the gun that's now out of reach. They wrestle over one another, throwing punches and shoves, both of them trying to reach the gun as it slides across the floor with every road bump.

"Get it, Cherie," Roger whispers harshly.

"No- don't move. Untie us!," Freddie hisses. The veins on his temples ready to explode with the pent up frustration.

I slide forward in aching pain with every motion, working my fingers as quickly as they'll move to untie the knots of the rope constraining the four of them.

The heavy sound of a gun shot stops them all from whispering instructions at me for help. Our heads snap toward the Jims.

Wait....

"Two men.. of the same name...."

No. That wasn't what she said...

"Two lovers... ones heart is more pure..."

Does this mean Jim is on our side??

Are my babies safe?

Are they..are they dead?!

"Be very careful what you wish for..."

It makes sense. The fucking witch! What did she know...

My mind starts zooming the memory back to me now. The roommate at the rehab. She was batshit crazy, but maybe she knew. She knew this day would come.

The bus speeds full force ahead as we wind down the road. With the bus driver toppling over in his seat, his hands clutch his throat where his wound spills blood. We make eye contact just as his breath hitches sharply, he expelled a deep groan before his eyes roll to the back of his head.

"Hurry! Nows our chance!," Deacy hollers, as he wobbles to his feet.

The rest of us trying to grab onto furniture to steady ourselves as the bus hits a road divider, strays off the main road and begins its stomach twirling plummet downhill.

"I'm not leaving without my children— Jim! Where the fuck are they!!," Freddie moves quickly, holding onto whatever he can to get closer to the men still fighting at the front end of the bus.

"He's killed them! He's already done it— don't believe a word he says this was all his sick idea! He wanted you all to himself! Isn't that right, Jim!?,"

I'm surprised Jimmy can even mumble a single word, Jim has him pinned to the ground.

"Freddie, they're safe! Now go! Leave! N-," With his head turned to warn Freddie, Jimmy takes the advantage. Gripping his fists together to strike Jim right in the groin.

"Let's go— COMEON!," Brian urges. His arms wrap around me, helping me limp toward the door with him as Roger and Deacy pull a shock-struck Freddie with them.

The bus crashes into the trees, springing us all forward as Brian holds onto the handle of the wide open door. I cling onto his arm, loosing my balance and trying to look around at our surroundings. From the huge front window I watch in horror as the bus edges toward the end of a cliff, a gaping canyon spreading out before my eyes.

"GET OUT NOW! ALL OF YOU!!," Jim bellows as he now the both of them have quit their fighting to try to scramble toward the door near us.

I'm too terrified to move, to breathe even!

"One misstep and Theyre gone for good...."

The words replay in my head, but I'm rescued from the point of no return, or at least physically. My mind is a whirling mess of recollections I'd chose to forget if I had the capacity to do so.

Everyone shuffles out carefully, tiptoeing their way with caution as to not tip the bus toward the inevitable death trap of falling down the cliffs edge.

"Don't look back- don't look back!" Deacys voice is thick with panic as the squeaking of our quick motions has made the bus start to titter closer to the ledge in the stiff, slippery snow.

"Cherie, darling! The ice is slippery, dear!" Her voice! That wretch's nasally voice seeps into my mind with every step I take.

We rush away from the scene. Running towards the snow storm, we make our way through the path on the side of the road. Everything in our midst is covered in white heavy snow, I can barely see my hands in front of my face.

"I can't. I can't believe this shit! It isn't right! It doesn't make any sense—," Freddie rambles on, but his rant falls flat as a fuming Roger shuts him up.

"WAKE THE FUCK UP, FRED!!," Rogers bulging blue orbs widen to their full capability, he's completely enthralled as he shakes Freddie by the shoulders trying to shake some sense into him.

"That bastard PLAYED YOU!," He let's go of Freddie's shoulders, pushing him slightly. He tries to call out to me, but I'm too stuck in my head.

"Baby, are you alright! Come back, what are you doing?!," Instead of heeding his calls, I walk on alone.

Brian's already on the phone with police, pressing speaker phone for the rest of us to hear.

"What's your location? We've got squad cars out looking for you already..."

I hear the shrill rings of police car sirens up ahead in the distance. They'll never see us down here. I've got to get to the main road!

"Just stay put, there's a team headed your way, sir. We've got your location."

"Please hurry! They're got guns. Some serious injustices.... hurt... we're down the hill,"

Brians voice cracks as he continues to inform the dispatcher of our conditions, but I can't pay attention to him right now.

I'm having trouble sucking in the fresh air of the icy cold winter chill. My lungs are on fire, my legs shake with every uphill lunge until I finally reach the road.

"Cherie! Where are you going!?" Freddie's voice breaks through the fog inside my mind, but it isn't enough. I've lost all hope.

What if they're gone. What if he's hurt them. My babies— I failed them all. Everyone. I failed everyone.

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"There! There! Cherie wave them down!!," I can hear Deacy's voice urging me to flag down the ambulance headed my way. Little does he know that I'll gladly be the speed bump to halt the damned thing.

The light of the flashing sirens catch my eye and before I know it, I'm making a run for it to the middle of the road.

"What is she do— CHERIE GET OFF THE ROAD!!,"

I have the urge to bolt, to move, scurry away. But the impending smoke of darkness whispers into the crevices of my brain . . . . . One...last...time. . .

They all didn't deserve this! It was me! It's me he wants, the money is just an excuse! If I take myself out now, they'll all be spared and—

"HEY!!! What the fu-," I try to see who's pushed me over. More like tackled me right out of the way in just the nick of time as the ambulance screeches to a stop in the middle of the road right where I planned my death.

Regret consumes me.

Confusion, tears and hiccuping fear covering my features.

I turn to confront the source of the yell that pierces my ear. The weight of my savior pressing me into the snow pile on the road side makes it difficult to turn around, but when I do, I can't believe it's her!

"M-MARY!!?,"

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