Elliot

 

The days pass in a blur. I know it's been a week or at least a week since I've been taken. They moved us not long after I passed out and I haven't seen anyone other than the goon Arthur sends to kick the shit out of me every day. I can't feel my face, so I know it must look bad. I feel that at least a few ribs are broken. They dislocated my shoulder one day but I managed to click it back when they untie me once a day, so I can eat and use the toilet. Unfortunately, they point a gun at me the whole time, so I know it’s pointless to try and escape. I’m pretty sure the food has drugs in them, I feel weak and sick all the time now. I’m lucky one of them hasn't broken anything else. 

I need to get the fuck out of here. I hear the being door opened and it blinds me with the light outside. A few words are said by some guys and next I'm being dragged outside. This is new. I'm thrown into a white van but I can't see much because the light is still too bright after not seeing it for however long. I want to stand up and fight but I can’t. It’s not the right time.

The doors are slammed shut but it's not any use to escape while my hands are tied behind my back. I look around and see Tris bundled in the corner, passed out. Shit, he looks bad and is covered in bruises. Someone must have helped him because his arm is wrapped up in a bandage but it's still bleeding badly. I want to help him but I can't. His hands are tied up like mine but his feet are undone.

Looking around again, I spot, by the door, a bit of metal that's come loose but it might be enough to cut through the rope on my hands. I manage with a lot of pain to get over to it somehow. I spend however long, rubbing the ties against the broken metal part not feeling it give much because the ropes must be too tight. The van lurches to a stop and I move away quickly knowing they can't guess what I was doing. The light isn't so bad when the doors open again and two beef heads drag me and Tris out the van. 

I look around when we get out, seeing that we are on an old bridge over a river. There are trees everywhere and the bridge itself looks years old and handmade with old wood. I panic knowing exactly why we're here. A fast flowing river that’s filled with rocks by the looks of it isn't going to be easy not to drown in. I look over at Tristan who isn't even awake as his legs drag across the ground. Arthur is standing in the middle of the bridge. The weather isn't good as it's lightly raining and I'm guessing its late afternoon as it's not quite dark yet. 

"Boys, wake him up," Arthur says with his eyes locked on mine. I can see the anger bubbling in them and the tense stance he has going on. The urge to fucking kill him is unreal. I still can't believe the fucker is related to my Allie.

I hear them slap Tris around a few times before he wakes up, even then he doesn’t look with it. 

“Finally. We have one more guest to wait for but I'm sure she is rushing here," he laughs and I move to tackle him, knowing he is making Allie come here. I'm kicked to my knees by one his goons who stands behind me. 

"Now boy, that's not nice," Arthur tuts. 

"Tristan, see you could have dealt with all this if you did what I asked. Is he really worth your own life?"  He turns to Tris.

"No but Allie is," Tristan says strongly showing his love for his sister.

"Why would you do this to him? He's your son," I shout over whatever Arthur was going to reply.

"He's not my son," Arthur says coolly and I look over to see the shock on Tris battered face. Arthur nods and Tris is dragged to his knees on the bridge in front of Arthur. He gets his knife out his pocket and cuts a deep cut down Tris’ face from his eye to his chin. 

"Fucking stop! Allie will hate you for this," I shout and Arthur stops his cutting. I see Tris's head drops to his chest.

"Maybe but he's only her half-brother. I only kept him around so he would follow orders when he was older. He couldn't even do that right," Arthur laughs making me feel sick. 

"Who's his dad then?" I ask trying to buy time for my brothers to hopefully get here or something to happen. I'm slowing pulling the ropes, knowing I'm creating a big enough gap to get my hands free. 

"I had no idea their whore of a mother was pregnant before I met her. I agreed to keep him if she had my own child quickly. Their mother was smart; she only left me when she knew Allie and Tristan were close. I couldn’t hurt Allie; she was this sweet ten-year old. So, I decided he could be useful when he is older." He growls the end part clearly not happy about their mum’s lack of involvement and most likely careful planning.

"So what's the big plan? You’re going to finally kill me for touching your baby girl?" I say pissing him off. Tris isn't in a good way and Arthur looks pissed enough to push him off the bridge. I don’t want to risk him ordering one of the goons to do it. 

"You won't fucking touch my daughter again. She is worth a million of you, boy." He says.

"I love her and yes I agree with you that she is, but she is mine," I say firmly.

"What will it take to get us out of this? More fights? Money?" I ask him as he wipes the blood off his knife with a hanky.

"Nothing. I want you dead and her brother is a warning not to ignore me again," he points at Tris. 

"You were never mine or her dad. She will hate you if she doesn't already. You say you care about her. You don’t, you wouldn't touch her brother or the man she loves if you did." Tris says glaring up at his dad. 

"You know nothing about being a parent Tristan. Everything I do is for her," he replies, clearly believing his own lies.

"Lies. Everything you do is for you," Tris shouts the words I’m thinking.

Arthur reacts by punching Tris in the face so hard that he drops to the bridge with a bang.

"I hate getting messy," Arthur says wiping his hand in his trouser pocket. 

"I don't get this. Why are you so hell bent on punishing Allie?" I ask.

"I need someone to take over and Allie won't do what I ask without a little encouragement," he sneers at me. 

“Is that because my dad wouldn’t follow you? Are you going to kill her when she turns on you too?” I ask him and he glares at me.

“Your father was a lunatic but great when he worked for me. He kept all my enemies in line and I only had to give him whatever he wanted. You look like him, fight like him in the Cage. It’s a shame you won’t work for me. You could have Allie by your side.” Arthurs says.

"You’re fucking crazy," I laugh and I don't regret it as he nods at the goon behind me and I'm punched hard in the face. I black out again.