The next day, I talked to Matt.

He had agreed to give me my job back, & that he was going to switch Stephanie to something else so there wasn't three of us standing behind that table. I had thanked him, but he said he wasn't done; said there was something else to me keeping my job.

"You & Jack are to remain friends, you hear me? Friends. No friends with benefits, no dating, no sex, no kissing, no holding hands, and no hugging. Got it?" Flyzik asked. I stared at him.

"So technically, what you're saying, is that I can't have any physical interactions with Jack at any time?" I asked. Matt nodded, making me sigh.

"That shouldn't be a problem, right? I mean, you don't have any feelings for him," he said. I hesitated, but nodded.

"Right. There's no problem," I said with a forced smile.

"Good. Here's your keys," he said, handing me a key ring with two keys on it: one for the bus; & one for the trailer. I took them gratefully, & gave Matt a quick hug before leaving the back lounge. I strode into the front lounge, seeing Jack on his phone with Alex & Stephanie on the couch next to him, cuddling. I walked past them & off the bus in the direction of my apartment, but didn't get very far as I felt a hand on my shoulder. I turned around, coming face-to-face with Jack.

"Where are you headed?" he asked.

"I've gotta go pack my shit up, you know, because I got my job back," I said. He smiled.

"Really?" he asked, & I nodded.

"All thanks to you," I said, smiling as well.

"You're welcome then. Need some company?" he asked.

"You know what... I think I'll be better off on my own. Mitchell might be there, & if he is, I don't want him to see you with me," I said. Jack nodded, a little sadly at that.

"You still have my number?" Jack asked. I nodded.

"You call me if anything happens, okay?" he asked.

"Yeah.. I will. See you soon," I said, & I turned & walked off towards my apartment.

~

I entered my apartment quietly in case Mitchell was here. I looked around quietly as I advanced inside, jumping out of my skin when I heard a voice behind me in the living room.

"So you just think you can dump me and come back, huh?" Mitchell asked. I turned around & saw him leaning against the doorway that led into the kitchen. I sighed & turned to face him.

"I'm just here to pack my things up, then I'm leaving. Calm your balls," I said, & I strode down the hall & into our shared room. I packed, just like I had two years ago when I left Jack. Tears threatened to fall at the memory, & I sniffed, letting them fall.

"Crying are you?" Mitchell asked. I sighed in frustration & faced him again.

"Shut up. It's your fault I'm even packing in the first place, so get out & let me pack alone," I said. Mitchell laughed a bitter laugh & inched more into the room. He didn't stop until he was behind me, & I felt his hands on my hips. His grip was strong, & I couldn't get away from him.

"Let go of me," I said sternly.

"I think I need to teach you a lesson, Rebecca, to not be such a fucking bitch," he snapped, & fear coursed through me at his words. 'Not again, please, not again,' I thought as Mitchell pulled me back & forced me on the bed. He climbed over me as my tears fell fast & thick down my cheeks.

"Please," I sobbed, fighting to get him off me. Mitchell let out a grunt of frustration from above me, & he stood up.

"You wait here. Don't you fucking move or I'll beat your ass senseless," he growled, & he left the room. I was quick to pull my phone out of my pocket, & I sent Jack a text telling him to help me with the address after it. I hid my phone underneath the pillow my head was on just as Mitchell entered the room with a pair of handcuffs & a bandanna. I whimpered & squirmed as he climbed back on top of me.

"Stay. Fucking. Still," he ordered as he placed a hand on my throat. I struggled to get air into my lungs as he cuffed me to the bed with one hand. I gasped when his hand finally left my throat, & I took deep breaths through my mouth, but wasn't able to when he used the bandanna as a gag, putting in my mouth. My heart was racing, I was struggling to get enough air, & I was frightened.

"You know... you were right when you said I didn't know 'the half of it' last night. But I think I get the idea. You know a bloke by the name of Brandon, do you not?" Mitchell asked with a malicious grin. My eyes widened in fear & I squirmed, desperately trying to break free, knowing, however, that it would be very, very difficult. Mitchell laughed & smiled.

"Figured you would, doll. He's missed you, darling. He's a little jealous that I found you before he did. You know, I remember him telling me about you, how you're just gorgeous, but you're a bitch to get to cooperate. He wasn't lying either," Mitchell said, gently caressing my upper thigh as he spoke, "so I invited him over last night, & he arrived while you were gone, & he's been waiting for me to give him the signal. Well, you're the signal, sweetheart."

I shook my head in disbelief as Brandon entered the room, an evil grin on his face. I squirmed violently underneath Mitchell, making my limbs tired & my heart race even faster as I exhausted myself out. It became incredibly difficult to breathe now.

"Hello, Cupcake. It's good to finally see you again," Brandon said, & he approached me. Mitchell gladly let him take his place, & I whimpered as I tried to escape again.

"You know, Mitch.. you should probably get something to tie her legs down. She's a kicker," Brandon said, making me sob through the bandanna. Mitchell left the room, making it just me and Brandon. My face was wet with tears, I was tired from struggling, & Jack wasn't here to save me. I wasn't getting out of this easily.

"I've missed you, Cupcake. I heard you dumped that twig you were with. Good. He wasn't good for you anyway," Brandon said, & Mitchell returned with two more pairs of handcuffs. I was stripped down to nothing, Brandon using a pocket knife on my shirt, & Mitchell unbuttoning my jeans &pulling them off, then cuffing my feet to the end of the bed like my hands were. I was now too tired to struggle, & I think they both noticed.

"C'mon, Cupcake. You made more of a struggle when it was just the two of us. I'm sure you can keep going," he said, & he stripped down to nothing. I couldn't keep in the sob that escaped my mouth, but it was muffled by the bandanna. Where the fuck was Jack? Did he even receive my text?

"Wait. Brandon... did you hear that?" Mitchell asked as soon as Brandon was going to start with me.

"REBECCA!" I heard from outside the front door. It was Jack. I was so relieved, that I started to struggle again, & I successfully got the gag out of my mouth. It fell onto my neck & I took a deep, needed breath.

"JACK!" I half sobbed, half screamed.

"Shut the fuck up!" Brandon yelled as he pulled on his shorts. He rushed out to the living room where the front door was with Mitchell, & I was left there on the bed by myself, stark naked & tied up. I got air into my lungs, & I calmed down a little, but was instantly worried as I heard shuffling from the living room & Jack's voice.

"Let me go!" he said, sounding like he was struggling. Brandon & Mitchell dragged him into the bedroom, & I was immediately embarrassed.

"Let go of him! Please don't hurt him!" I said, making Brandon leave Jack to Mitchell. He climbed over me again, & slapped me, hard, right across the face. I sobbed as his hand made contact three more times with my face, & he fixed the bandanna.

"If you want your girl back with no injuries, you'll stay and watch. It's like free porn for you, Jack," Mitchell said with a smirk.

"You're both fucking sick," Jack spat as he struggled with Mitchell, successfully kneeing him in the groin. Mitchell fell to the ground in pain, & Jack turned on Brandon, who was trying to keep me still. Mitchell, however, didn't last very long on the floor, & he tackled Jack to the floor. He eventually got Jack tied up & in a chair. Jack was breathing heavily, & he met my eyes. He too, had a gag in his mouth, & I looked away as Brandon removed his shorts once again.

I screamed when he pushed in, making my throat burn. I could hear Jack struggling from beside the bed, & I sobbed. I sobbed for all I was worth. I was nothing but a fucking toy. I was just something used for two sick guys to get off, because they had nothing better to do with their lives than to make mine suck so fucking much. This wasn't fair; none of it was. I hadn't done anything to these two men to make them want to rape me. Jack definitely didn't deserve to have to watch either, because I knew he was uncomfortable with everything going on in front of him.

Brandon and Mitchell were done about thirty minutes later. I had received so many slaps that I'd lost count after ten, & every time I was slapped, Jack would flinch. The both of us were untied, or in my case, un-cuffed, & Brandon & Mitchell left the apartment together. I pulled the sheets over my naked body, & I curled up into a ball, letting out painful sobs. I felt so used, so broken. I felt dirty, like nothing would ever make me feel clean. The covers were pulled off of me, & I felt Jack's gentle touch. He helped me up off the bed, tears in his dark, gorgeous brown eyes.

He helped me get dressed, because I don't think I was able to do it by myself. My legs were shaking; hell, my whole body was shaking. When I was in new clothes, Jack pulled me into him, hugging me tight. I sobbed into his chest, & my knees buckled under my weight. I almost fell, but Jack caught me. He picked me up, made me wrap my legs around his torso, & he carried me out of the apartment. I didn't care that he hadn't grabbed my suitcase, because I could get new clothes some other time. He did, however, make sure that I had my phone, keys, & wallet.

He carried me a ways away from the apartment, out into the busy streets of Sacramento, & he set me down on some grass underneath a tree. I was in shock, that's for sure.

"Reb-becca," he said, voice thick with sadness. He was crying, as was I, & I felt so bad. I met his gaze, & he wiped under my eyes with his thumb.

"You'll be okay.. it'll be okay," he said.

"No it won't," I said, making him pull me into his arms again. The slight breeze was calming, so was the soft singing of the birds overhead. The day was so beautiful, it was like it was mocking us both.

"Let's get back to the bus, okay?" Jack asked softly, but before I could say anything or even nod, Jack's name was being called. He pulled me up, & looked around, eyes landing on a girl who was running over. She stopped right in front of us, noticing the tears in both my eyes and his.

"Oh.. umm I'll leave," she muttered, & she walked away. Jack grabbed my hand, & he laced his fingers through mine. We headed back to the bus slowly, both of us still crying.

"What the fuck happened? You both were gone for almost an hour," Alex hissed as we entered the bus. He was quiet though, almost like he didn't want Matt to hear. Zack & Rian looked at us expectantly, just like Alex & Stephanie. I didn't meet their eyes as I released Jack's hand & sat down on the couch. I placed my face in my hands, & I let out an uncontrolled sob.

What was my life worth these days?

Notes

Chapter Twenty-Five!!

Title Cred: Avril Lavigne

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