Kidnapped By Rogue
Chapter 30

When I felt like I was ridden of River's taste, I went and collapsed on the bed, burying my head in the pillow and quickly falling into a peaceful sleep. River's point of view:

"What do you propose we do?" Rouge asked, throwing his hands in the air dramatically. "Seduce her? R**e and beat her until she breaks? Hell, let's just kill her and get it over with." The frustration was evident in his eyes as he ran his hand through his hair. "You want to kill her?" I asked, knowing the answer.

"F**k no, I've never murdered anyone. I meant for you to kill her," he glanced at me after he said it and his eyes lit up as if he had an idea.

"Rouge?" I questioned as his lips turned up into a menacing smile.

"What if I told you I had the perfect plan. A plan that will for sure break her," he told me, intently watching my facial expression.

"What're we breaking?" Brydon asked with Sadie at his side. I shot a glance towards her and he got the clue, "Babe, go to the room, okay?" She nodded and scurried off.

"I have a plan to show Blakely that we mean business, and I need all the help I can get. So, who's up for a road trip?"

Back to Blakely's point of view:

I slowly peeled my eyes open when the bed dipped down, indicating someone was invading the bed beside me. An arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me into the warmth of a body.

"You awake?" my intruder whispered into my ear. I felt my eyelids slowly droop shut as my consciousness began to slip away.

"No," I grumbled under my breath, resulting in a chuckle to be produced. The vibrations from his low, deep laugh was the last thing I felt before sleep overcame me once more. My house was shown in a daze, behind my closed eyelids. A dream, perhaps? I looked around to see myself as a child, watching intently as my dad cheated on my mother.

"Daddy?" my four year old voice called out as I watched my father kiss the woman.

"Blakely, baby. Go to your room," he told her while stripping the blonde bimbo.

"That's not mommy," she announced, petrified. He pointed to the door, silently commanded her to leave. Confused and hurt, she ran out his bedroom and into my room, hiding in my closet.

Next thing I know, I turn and see the front door open. My mom, just as beautiful as I remember her, stood in the doorway with grocery bags in her hands.

"David? Honey, I'm home," she called out, making her way to the bedroom. A gasp escaped her and the bags fell to the floor. She started screeching at my father and the woman, her voice cracking twice.

I rush towards my closet to see my younger self clutching her ears and crying hard. I bent down to comfort her, but when she glanced up at me, I was back in my parents room.

"How could you!" my betrayed mom yelled at the prick I'm forced to call my father. "And with that thing?"

"Zoe, I can explain," he paused, pushing the girl off him and sprinting to my mom. "Please listen," he pleaded when she pulled away from him.

"F**k you, David. F**k. You." and with that she turned, flinging her ring at the television, and left. Not once did she hesitate to get me before slamming the door, starting her car, and leaving for good.

Although the dream was in perspective of myself now viewing it instead of me as a child, I still felt the same emotions I did when I was four; the betrayal, the abandonment.