Author's Note: Read Chapter 1 first. This chapter does contain some violence.
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-Gale-
I jumped awake at the sound of my phone vibrating on the hard wood of my bedside table. I didn't hesitate a second, grabbing it and checking it. My vision was blurred, but I made out the text nonetheless: SAVE ME! I could all but hear the desperation in those two written words. I was on my feet in an instant, dressed in another, and running down the stairs of the building in the next. I didn't care how much noise I made.
When I was in the car, I couldn't get going fast enough. Panic was beginning to set in, my heart beating a mile a minute, but my mind stayed clear. I wasn't about to risk losing time in an accident. As I drove, I began to notice that my chest was warm. But I pushed it aside; I couldn't let my attention divide itself. I parked haphazardly outside Fae's house and ran inside. At least, I would've.
The door was naturally locked. That wasn't about to stop me though. I crouched down, lifting up the welcome mat, finding a spare key there. Thank god for obvious hiding spots. I was inside a second later. There were no lights on, and I wasn't about to turn them on. That'd risk my arrival being known to Diana.
I walked carefully through the dark, feeling around for anything in my way. Eventually, I found the stairs and began to climb up them, keeping a tight grip on the banister so I wouldn't trip and fall. There were no lights on upstairs either. My phone vibrated in my pocket. One word; basement. I headed back down the stairs, searching for the door to the cellar. Thankfully, it was beside the kitchen. I opened the door, seeing a light downstairs.
"Ah, ah. We won't need this," I heard a smash, "Don't want you texting that whore. Asking her to marry you, don't you get that I'm all you need? Me and Stacy. But, nope. You wanted to try and break my heart. So you need a real reminder of just how much you love me and how much I love you." I could hear Diana from up the stairs. She sounded crazed. Her voice would shift from high and airy, to cold and menacing. As I moved down the stone steps, I could hear the sound of muffled whimpers.
When I got halfway down, I was able to see into the room. A table sat dead-centre, with chains at metal four posts, all of which were used to restrain Fae. She was looking around frantically, terrified. Her phone was on the ground, smashed. Diana was at what looked like a sink, with a bench next to it, on which rested a series of syringes. Fae would glance at them fearfully and struggle whenever she saw Diana place a newly filled one down. Whatever was in them couldn't be good.
As I climbed down stealthily, I noticed a faint rustling sound. I paused and checked my pockets, finding one of the bottles of pills inside. Why the hell did I put them there? Did I put them in there earlier today and never removed them? Or was I just that out of it when I went to bed. It didn't matter.
Taking extra care now, I got down the last of the steps. Diana was evidently so absorbed in whatever she was doing that she failed to notice my presence, even with the bottles rattling in my pockets. Fae, on the other hand, saw me almost instantly, her eyes going wide and an attempt at a smile appearing on her face. A ball gag was firmly planted in her mouth. Not to mention she was naked as the day she was born. If not for the circumstances, I'd be more than a little moist at the sight. I raised a finger to lips for her to be quiet and moved over to her.
She gave a small nod to show she understood. I glanced at Diana, who was beginning to hum away as she worked. Another syringe was placed down. I had no idea what was in them, but it couldn't be good, judging from the way Fae would fearfully glance at them. As I stalked forward, taking enough care to put someone with panophobia to shame, I looked around, searching for any weapon I could use to knock Diana unconscious. It suddenly occurred to me that I could be put in jail for this.
Even as I continued to move, my mind quelled my worries. It was odd how the brain functions in some situations. I would have expected myself to be in a near panic when confronted with something like this, but instead I was almost totally calm and in control. I wouldn't go to jail; Diana would never know it was me. Even if she suspected me, Fae and I could simply steal the syringes and use them to have her incarcerated instead. As long as we were smart about all of this.
As I came within a few feet of Diana, I spotted a lead pipe perched against a cupboard. Silently, I took hold of it, eye always on Fae's mother. She was apparently almost finished, as I could see her beginning to pack away some items that were out of my view. Now or never, I thought and stood up fully. I raised the pipe overhead.
You know, if this were a movie, she would turn around. No doubt to jab with me one of those syringes, and inject me with whatever they were filled with. I recall seeing them full of a semi-clear fluid, tinted blue so that it resembled water to an extent, but it was visibly thicker, even when it was kept in a container. I'd probably fall to the ground gripping the area that was stabbed, before feeling my whole body either burning up or going numb. Then I'd join Fae on the table as we waited for Diana to mockingly reveal her master plan.
Okay that was going a bit too far. But my first point stands. Despite what might happen in a movie, this was reality. Granted, that was hard to believe at times with all that'd happened to me in the past few weeks. I slammed the pipe down hard, the fairly considerable strength in my arms working with the inertia to bring the pipe down even harder. At that moment I hadn't given any thought to just how much damage this could cause, potentially fatal damage at that. Fortunately, my swing was off by a touch. I missed her head and instead brought it down on her shoulder.
The scream and sound of broken bones were audible to me and Fae. For a moment I feared Bob waking up and inspecting on us, but I suspect that Diana had drugged him since nothing happened. Fae wouldn't have gone down here without a fight, even if she was half-asleep. Diana fell to the ground, her good arm reaching up to grasp her severely damaged shoulder, while she turned to look at her assailant. I'm fairly certain she hadn't been expecting me to be here so quick or at all.
Admittedly, I had broken the speed limit quite a bit on the drive over. That was another reason I was so glad to live in such a small town; most people were inside and sleeping after 10 o'clock. I was lucky though to have missed any cop who might have been out and about. Ordinarily, it might have taken me 10 or 15 minutes to get from my apartment to Fae's house, but I had arrived barely 6 minutes after I got that first text. I looked at the table with the syringes on it and saw one with a note beside it; Gale.
She'd planned to drug me. I looked back to her, seeing she was glaring up at me, attempting to stand up while ignoring her injured shoulder. For a moment, I considered putting her in a chokehold - courtesy of some self-defence training while at school - and put her out of commission for a while. But I didn't, I wanted to hear what she had to say. Even so, I kept the pipe at hip level, ready to swing and bring her down if need be. She managed to stand with a grunt.
"Just how far are you going to go to keep me and her apart?" She spat the words, staring at me with an accusing glare. Her tone had more venom than a Black Mamba. A scowl darkened my features.
"You did that yourself." I told her, my voice betraying none of the emotion I felt. She gave me a pained grin and shook her head, wincing as she accidently moved a muscle in her bad shoulder.
"No, if you hadn't shown up, Fae and I would've been together already. Doesn't matter if we're related. I was raised on the idea that love is more important than everything else." She explained, looking to Fae. I followed her gaze, though not for any longer than a split second. Fae was watching us, shaking slightly when she caught her mother's eyes. I shook my head at the rapidly deflating woman before me. She had appeared somewhat dignified when we met, but now she looked ready to break down.
"I agree with you on the last part, love is more important than everything. And if you can't tell already, I love your daughter." I explained, putting all of the feelings I had into those words, hoping to convey them. I heard Fae try to say something, but the gag prevented any coherent words from escaping. From the sounds of it though, I was certain she was agreeing with me. Diana wasn't having any of it.
"You just want her for her cock. That's why all of the other girls wanted her, they just wanted to see if it was true. But they didn't care about her, just got what they wanted and left." She was beginning to sound desperate, babbling as her eyes grew wide. I could tell she was trying figure a way out of this as her gaze darted about. I caught her looking at the syringes, no doubt intending to jump for the one made for me, but I stepped in her way. I waved the pipe slightly, bringing her attention to it.
"If that was true, then I'd have fucked her already." I said, glaring at her. Part of me wanted nothing more than to knock her out, but I preferred the peaceful route over violence, despite what I did earlier, "And Fae explained to me what her cum does. You don't love her, not anymore, you're just obsessed. There's a difference." I explained, staring her in the eye.
"You don't know what love is. I've lived longer than you, I know what love is." She countered, voice so full of venom she could have been a King Cobra.
"Then what is it?" I asked. Her mouth opened to reply, but shut quickly. For a while she continued like that, unable to conjure a response. I stood up straighter, looking down at her. She was hunched over in pain, reducing her to below my height, despite being at least 3'' taller than me when standing, "Like I thought." I said and turned around, intending to gather up the syringes and use them as evidence. Diana would go to prison for this. I might join her for assault, but it'd be worth it.
-Fae-
I wanted to get up and hug Gale. I wanted to confirm everything she was saying, to hold her, kiss her, tell her I love her too. But I was trapped. Bound to the cold, metal table by four pairs of cuffs, pulling all of my limbs taut, with a ball gag tightly wrapped around my mouth. I could only turn my head and watch.
Gale was beautiful. That thought permeated my mind as I stared at her. She stood confidently over my mother, pipe in her hand and a fierce look in her eyes. This was one of the few times that I found her face more attractive than her bountiful chest. 'Will you marry me?' those words returned to me, and I knew I wanted to repeat them again. When we got out of here, I'd save up for a ring and propose properly. She deserved that much.
