I'll be the Brightest, You'll See

Being kidnapped by your rapist psychiatrist was never how I imagined the start of the Christmas period to go. When he dragged me from the basement the second time around, I looked at a calendar on the wall. If my dates are correct then it's the 15th of December already. Almost two weeks have gone by and I've not been found yet, I just wish Vic would find me. "Get up." He growled at me through the darkness of the basement.

"I don't fucking sleep in here." I replied, weak and tired. He grabbed me and pulled me to my feet, slamming me against the wall. "Stop." I pleaded but it did absolutely nothing.

"Don't speak to me like that!" He shouted. My head fell back onto the brick wall. "Now, today is the big day Scarlett." He sounded so fucking proud of himself.

"I'm not ready." I said frantically. He dragged me out of the basement, through the kitchen and into the living room. He threw me down onto the couch and stared down at me.

"You don't get to be ready, no one is ready to kill anyone. Today is the day and that is final Scarlett." He snarled at me.

"I'll n-need clothes." I stuttered out. He got down on his knees and cocked his head to the side.

"We'll stop by your apartment." He said with a crooked smile.

"This is going to be the worst day of my life." I stared at him, completely bewildered.

"Trust me, I'll make sure it's not the worst day." He winked at me. I cringed at the way he said it, what he was implying.

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He walked close to me, making sure that I wasn't going to run away or try to do one over him. Honestly it didn't even cross my mind, he was going to win anyway. Vic isn't searching for me and my family are unaware of where I am. This is my future, my destiny. When we walked through the front door of my apartment it brought back memories, flashbacks. "You've got 5 minutes, if you aren't dressed in that time I'll come in there and dress you myself." He demanded, pushing me into the apartment.

I stumbled a little but picked up the pace to go into my room. I closed the door and ran to my wardrobe, changing into black skinny jeans, a long black shirt and grabbing my green parka because fuck it's cold outside. I re-applied makeup and then found some paper. Find Ben Philips Sr and you'll find me I wrote frantically. I set it down on my bed. I have one more trick up my sleeve, but it probably won't work.

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Vic's P.O.V

The one person who can really help me is the last person I wanna see in this whole entire planet. Scarlett's dad. Now I know he's the worlds biggest asshole and that he can't be trusted, but he won't let his daughter he murdered will he? Time will tell.

The ringing on the phone as I waited for him to answer, I mean who knows if he will but I'm gonna try. "Hello?" His broad voice boomed through the phone.

"Mr Jones..." I said quietly.

"Vic?" He asked incredulously.

"Yeah." I replied.

"What do you want?" He asked with a bored tone, yep this isn't going well.

"Scarlett has been kidnapped by the therapist who raped her the San Diego Psychiatric hospital that you guys insisted she went to." I said bluntly. I could hear him breathing down the phone.

"When did she go missing? Have you called the police? What happened Vic?" He asked quickly.

"About two weeks ago, yes but they can't find a thing and he's been stalking her for months since he got released from prison but she was too scared to tell anyone." I explained. "Honestly I would rather tear my own lungs out than have to speak to you, you're scum to me but Scarlett is the most important thing in my life so if you can help me then I'll do this, Hell I'd even marry you if it helped." I said quickly, trying to get my point across.

"I get it." He sighed. "Look shit never meant to go the way they did. I'm getting the first flight to San Diego with Alice tonight, we will speak once we get there." He told me. "Thank you for calling." He then hung up the phone. I frowned at my own phone, did that just happen more smoothly than I ever imagined.

"What the fuck." I shook my head. Suddenly my phone began ringing again but it was a blocked number. "Hello?" I asked after I pressed receive.

"H-hello V-Vic?" It was Scarlett. Her voice went all static as if she was getting a bad reception.

"Scarlett?! Where are you? Are you okay?" I asked quickly, my heart was racing. Hearing her voice was lighting my soul on fire.

"Go-go to m-m-y apart-m-ment." She mumbled out then the line went dead.

"Mike!" I screamed. He came running into my room.

"What?" Mike shook his head.

"Scarlett just called and told me to go to hear apartment!" I shouted at him, his eyes widened and we both looked at each other. "Let's fucking go!" I jumped up off my bed and out the door with him in tow.

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