Emily's Protectors (The Protectors 2)

Struggling to remember what happened, she gasped as her memory came rushing back…

Her and Kenny being escorted from the mall by Eric and the driver… The explosion… The prick in her neck followed by the burning. “Kenny.” She gasped on a choke. “Oh Kenny, I’m so sorry.” She silently cried.

Hearing a commotion above her again, Emily wiggled herself up the wall until she was standing, straining to hear more. She was startled by what sounded like Kenny crying. “Kenny?” she whispered out. “Kenny, can you hear me?”

Hearing a pain-filled moan, Emily knew Kenny was in trouble. When the screaming started she knew she had to do something; she couldn’t just sit here and let this man do what he wanted to the sweet young woman. With little else to do, Emily started screaming as loud as she could to draw their kidnapper’s attention away from Kenny. It wasn’t her fault, she didn’t deserve whatever was happening to her.

Drawing in a lungful of air Emily wailed, “KENNEDY!”, repeatedly until she heard him start cursing and footsteps pounded on the floor above, then down a set of stairs she failed to notice on the opposite side of the room. He exploded through the door in a flurry of rage, storming up to her. Emily finally got a look at his face and what she saw scared her more than not knowing who her tormentor had been all these years.

Blue eyes so deep they should be beautiful, but they were dead and soulless; you could see the evil lurking in his depths. Shaggy blond hair hanging to just below his ears. He was average height and build but his face screamed evil. He was bad to the bone and all Emily could think was, I just hope I can distract him long enough for Dane and Coop to rescue Kenny.

Her only concern was getting Kenny out of this alive and as untouched as possible. Whimpering as he got closer, she tried to shrink into the wall as he snarled. “What? Nothing to wail out now, slut?” The hatred in his voice shocked her. She’d never met this man before, yet he hated her with such passion.

Shakily she asked, “What do you want?”

Growling, he slammed his fists into the wall on either side of her head, leaning in until they were nose to nose and whispered, “What I wanted was yo

u, Emily. For us to finally be together. But you had to prove me wrong when I thought you were so innocent but turned into a slut and started fucking those men. Now, you’ll pay for it.” He smirked in a not so sexy way before ripping his body away from her in disgust and stomping back to the door. Looking over his shoulder he left with a parting shot. “Or at least, the precious and pure Kennedy will.” He laughed out before slamming the door behind him.

A scream ripped from her throat before she could stop it. Scrambling towards the door as fast as she could and stumbling often, Emily started pounding on it so hard her hands felt broken and her wrists were raw and bleeding from the rope rubbing against them with every move. She listened as he did unspeakable things to Kenny. She was helpless to stop him. What he did, she may never know, but all she could hear was Kenny crying and pleading with him to stop.

“Please!” She yelled up towards the roof in the hopes he would hear her. “Please leave her alone! Take me and let Kenny go!” She screamed.

Hearing his laughter at her begging, she heard what sounded like a whip hitting flesh as Kenny screamed out. “Emily! Please, help me!”

Feeling weak after hours of yelling for him to stop hurting Kenny, slamming on the door and listening as he tortured her, Emily was exhausted, mentally and physically. She didn’t know what to do anymore. She prayed for a miracle, to be rescued, anything. She just wanted to get Kenny out of this hell. She wasn’t concerned about herself. But Kenny… she hadn’t heard her in a while and she worried about what that meant. Could he have left her alone? Did he leave them to die?

“Kenny?” she whispered. Clearing her throat, she tried again, louder and with what she hoped sounded like strength. “Kenny, are you ok?” Listening, she waited.

When she didn’t hear anything after what felt like hours, she almost gave up hope. Hitting her head against the wall, Emily tried to come up with a plan. This man was much worse than what any of them thought. Coop and Dane seemed certain it was an old co-worker of hers that she turned down for a date a few times. But the man that came down earlier proved it wasn’t him. They wouldn’t know who to look for let alone where. She was scared. Tired. Hungry. But mostly she worried about Kennedy.

After falling asleep, she was awoken by a loud thump and an ear-piercing scream that sent cold shivers down her spine. Standing up on weak legs she started screaming again, hoping to gain his attention. When she heard his maniacal laughter, Emily knew they were done for.

“I’m so sorry, Kennedy.” She sobbed out. She kept crying until her throat was so tight she couldn’t breathe; let alone hear anything above it. So she missed it when the door opened and footsteps came towards her. She wasn’t aware anyone was in the room until she felt a harsh hand on her biceps rip her from the floor and throw her across the room into the door jam.

“You pathetic whore.” He sneered coming closer. Curling into a ball, Emily tried to make herself as small as possible. “What’s the matter, sweet, little Emily? You weren’t enjoying the show? That Kennedy is a delicious piece of ass.” He laughed out at the horrified look on her face.

“What did you do to her?” She tried to sound strong, intimidating, but she failed. She was so weak and tired she could hardly keep her thoughts straight.

“Nothing she didn’t enjoy.” He taunted. Grabbing Emily by the hair, he drug her upstairs in a flurry of movement, pushing her around so much that she couldn’t see anything. Or what she could see was just a blur. When they came to a stop in front of a padlocked door, she felt both dread and elation at what would be behind it. She knew Kenny was there. She had to be. It seemed like a small house. She wanted to be there for her, soothe her fears and just help her. But she dreaded the fact that Kenny must hate her now. How could she not? It was Emily’s fault she’d been violated for however long they’d been here.

Flinching when he reached around her to open the door, he quickly shoved her through, making her land face first on the floor in a pool of liquid. Hearing the door slam shut, she slowly pushed herself up realizing quickly what the liquid was.

Blood.

Getting home from the hospital after talking to Eric and Chad, the girls’ driver, they saw Creed and Linc were finally back from Roswell. Climbing out of the truck they met them on the porch. “Well?” Dane asked impatiently while he unlocked the door, stepping inside and going right to their temporary command center in his office.

“It definitely wasn’t Stubbs. The way he was slaughtered— I’ve never seen anything like it, man. There was a lot of hatred behind that act, but this guy had to have brought him this way for a reason, right?” Linc asked pulling out his laptop and booting it up.

“Fuck!” Dane slammed his fists against the wall when Linc confirmed it definitely wasn’t Henry Stubbs that had taken the girls. They were clueless. No leads. Nothing. Someone had their girl and they couldn’t do a fucking thing to help her.

“Cool it, Dane, that shit won’t help.” Linc told him in a cold voice.

“Fuck off.” He spat out. Leaving the room in search of Coop.

Finding him on the back deck a few minutes later left Dane feeling more frustrated and broken than he was before. Because when Coop heard him and turned around, he could see the unshed tears in his eyes. Emily wasn’t just a job or just their girl; she was their soul. The reason for them to breathe. And seeing his grief over the fact that she wasn’t here brought every negative emotion he had to the surface. Their life was gone and they may never get her back.

Walking up to him, Dane grabbed his shoulders in both hands, looked into his eyes and said with more conviction than he felt, “We’ll fucking get her back, man. She ain’t leaving us this easily. She’s ours. Fuck. We’re hers, man. She’s fucking coming home.” Taking a deep breath, he brought him in for a hug and slapped his back, hoping Coop believed him more than he did.