The Wretched And The Divine
The Mayhem at Mayhem Fest
Ashleys POV
I walked around the venue looking for Isis, She’d wandered off with Gemma somewhere and i had lost sight of her. I found Gemma in the handicapped stand, eating as usual.
“Where's Isis?” I asked her as she glared at me.
“Off with one of her brothers,” she shrugged, “They went to get food ges ago, but haven’t come back yet.”
“Which brother?” I asked.
“Um Jacob?” she said trying to remember.
“I’ve never heard her mention a Jacob.” I told her.
“Me neither,” she replied, “But they seemed pretty friendly when she saw him.” I nodded and continued to look across the crowd for any sign of her. After a minute or so I gave up, just as my phone started to ring. It was Isis.
“Forget where you left everyone then?” I asked as I answered. There was no answer, apart from what sounded like Isis talking to someone, a voice I couldn’t recognise, I listened for a while, realising she sounded scared. I looked to Gemma, who had a smug look on her face, until I heard something on the other end which pulled me back to reality. At that point Gemma clicked that it was serious and forgot her nachos.
"What's happening?” she asked.
“We need help." I said, “Like police help.” I held out the phone as she listened in, her reaction was identical to mine.
“I’ll get Ben.” she said running off, I followed her.
“What will Ben be able to do?” I asked, shouting after her.
“I dunno,” she said, “But he needs to know.”
"Why?” I asked again.
“Because if you hadn’t noticed he loves her as much as you do.” she said back, we ran through the security barriers which spilt backstage from the audience. It didn’t take us long to find Ben, surprise surprise he was at the bar.
"Isis has been taken.” Gemma said trying to catch her breath.
“What do you mean?” Ben asked
“What the fuck do you think it means?” I growled at him.
“Have you called the police?” He asked, looking between us.
“No,” Gemma said, “We came to find you first. You wouldn't have been told if it were up to him over there.” She pointed to me. I gave Ben my phone.
“She called me,” I said, “Listen, I’ve still got her on the line but she’s not talking to us.” He listened for a little while.
“We need the police here now.” Ben said. His security got on the radio to get them here ASAP and then they showed us to a more private area. A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find 3 police officers.
“Mr Purdy?” one asked, I nodded and let them all in.
“We will do everything we can to get Isis back.” one of the female officers said.
“What can you tell us?” another asked. We told them what we’d heard as they wrote notes, and then listened to the call that was still ongoing.
"Can we get a trace on this number and fast," she recited Isis number, someone on the other end told her how long it'll be. A little while later the voice told her the location, just as Jacob's voice came through, this time speaking directly to us.
"You better have not got police involved," he growled, "or I will not hesitate to hurt my baby sister." the line went dead. The voice came through the radio again.
"We lost the signal ma'am." They said. I got up and paced the room.
"What does that mean?" asked Ben, "Have we lost her? What happens now?" I looked at the police officer.
"Well there's already people on the way to the last known location," she said, "and there are people looking to see if Jacob left any kind of paper trail. By the sounds of it hes known to the police, and fairly recently so in theory someone should have been keeping tabs on him. Don't worry we will get her back." Don't worry, yeah ok easier said than done. I gotta find a way to get to Isis before the police.
Isis POV (((Trigger/Graphic warning. Skip if needed)))
I sat in the middle of a room of an abandoned house, tied up to a chair, still trying to grasp reality. I'd never thought I would see my half brother again, nor did I ever thought he would kidnap me for ransom. He and I were probably the closest between all of my siblings before his mother tore him away from our family. My mom and dad always told us stories how when they were seperated, my dad hooked up with a random girl. That girl ended up stalking my dad and wanted a future with him, but in the meantime, my mom and dad were getting back together. Soon after, my parents discovered that Jacob was born. Jacob's mom would try to use him as a pawn to distract my dad away from my mom, so she always allowed him to come over. When she found out that her son was loving all of us including my mom, she realized her initial plan was failing. Since then, he disappeared from our lives. I got startled when I heard small voices coming from my phone. I almost forgot that I had called someone. There was no way I could shut off my phone now with my arms tied to the chair. I look up to see Jacob glaring at me. He walked up to me grabbing my phone out of my pocket.
"You better have not got police involved," he growled into my phone, talking to whoever answered earlier, "or I will not hesitate to hurt my baby sister." I flinched when he threw my phone across the room, shattering it against the wall just like my hopes of being found.
"You're not getting your way this time." He said, looking back at me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You get to live in this perfect little world." He said, "you have your mom and our dad, a loving home, and now you're dating a rockstar."
"It wasn't all that easy." I said.
"Yeah right! My own father didn't even love me. He was spending too much time trying to take care of you guys. He left us." I knew the real story and it didn't not go like this. I began to get annoyed.
"That's what happens when you weren't planned. There was no love to begin with." I mumbled looking down at the floor. Next thing I knew, His fist comes across my face with a force so strong, it made the chair I was tied to, tip over. He came around to the front of me and kicked my stomach, making me cough up blood. He then grabbed my chair, and made me sit back up straight.
"Don't you ever say that again!" He screamed in my face. I was shaking now. I turned to the side to spit out some more blood.
"Why me?" I sobbed, "I'm your baby sister" Since we were younger, he would always refer to me as that. I saw a glimpse of remorse in his eyes, but it quickly went dark.
“You’re not her anymore." he said, “You’ve changed, don’t think I haven’t been keeping an eye on all of you five, the perfect kids. I can't compete with that.”
"And you think this is going to help you??" I asked.
“It’s a means to an end,” he said, “I need money, and your boyfriend has it, I’m taking as much as I can. This is where we find out how much your man whore actually loves you.”
"Your mom really twisted up your mind, did she?" I sighed. "Similar traits.."
“They say the apple never falls far from the tree,” he said, “and I was raised by her, so something had to have rubbed off on me.”
"And that's why my dad never loved her and never will" I said. He glared at me again.
“You’re heading the right way to getting hurt,” he growled, “Don’t test me, or your little boyfriend won't have much to rescue.”
"Go ahead," I said, "you're only proving me right." What was I doing? I'm going to get myself killed. I silently sat there, shaking, trying to keep a brave face on.
“Don’t try and act brave sis,” he laughed, “It doesn’t suit you.” I glared.
"Fuck off" I sneered. He bent down and grabbed something out of his boot. A knife? It was only small but it glinted in the limited light coming through the boarded up windows. He came at me as if he was going to stab me, but stopped millimeters from my face. His face was inches from my nose. I tried my hardest not to flinch or even close my eyes. He was trying to scare me and it was working.
“Lets see how much he loves you without your pretty face.” he snarled. I clenched my jaw as I felt the knife scratch at my cheek. I tried my hardest to not be affected by the pain. I could feel the blood starting to seep out of the wound and down my face. He smiled, he looked full on psycho. How could he be my brother? How could anyone do this to their own sister? He moved so that he was standing behind me. I felt his hand go into my hair and grabbing it as he pulled my hair back so I was looking up at him, making me wince in pain. He smirked as ran his hands down the tops of my arms and stopped at the elbows. he moved one hand away, the one with the knife.
“So much skin,” he said quietly, “But where to start?” He ran the knife down my arm, I tried to hold in a groan from the pain again, this time I wasn’t so composed.
“It looks like we’ve found a weak spot.” he said. He moved to where he was crouched down in front of me. He looked at my scars on my forearms.
“Maybe your life wasn’t so easy.” he said looking at my scars, “it looks like someones been at these before, you know self harming is a nasty habit. Lets add a few more cuts to these scars.” Did he think these scars was self inflicted? He ran the knife over my arms repeatedly until I was begging him to stop. My arms were now red, raw with cuts and streams of blood pouring of them. I could feel myself going light headed from the blood loss. "Not again", I thought to myself, "I must not let him win, I need to stay awake". I kept that matra going in my head. Determined to be conscious for when I was rescued, if I get rescued. I pushed that thought out of my head. I will get out of here, but what state would I be in? So far it’s looking like a body bag. I hope they hurry up. My thoughts turned to my parents, the last time I saw them was New York, we’d argued, would that be my last memory of them? And Ashley, we’d argued too. Oh God, they all hate me. I felt tears building up. I will not cry, I will get out of this. My vision grew darker by the second as he cut me more. Is this how I will die?
I walked around the venue looking for Isis, She’d wandered off with Gemma somewhere and i had lost sight of her. I found Gemma in the handicapped stand, eating as usual.
“Where's Isis?” I asked her as she glared at me.
“Off with one of her brothers,” she shrugged, “They went to get food ges ago, but haven’t come back yet.”
“Which brother?” I asked.
“Um Jacob?” she said trying to remember.
“I’ve never heard her mention a Jacob.” I told her.
“Me neither,” she replied, “But they seemed pretty friendly when she saw him.” I nodded and continued to look across the crowd for any sign of her. After a minute or so I gave up, just as my phone started to ring. It was Isis.
“Forget where you left everyone then?” I asked as I answered. There was no answer, apart from what sounded like Isis talking to someone, a voice I couldn’t recognise, I listened for a while, realising she sounded scared. I looked to Gemma, who had a smug look on her face, until I heard something on the other end which pulled me back to reality. At that point Gemma clicked that it was serious and forgot her nachos.
"What's happening?” she asked.
“We need help." I said, “Like police help.” I held out the phone as she listened in, her reaction was identical to mine.
“I’ll get Ben.” she said running off, I followed her.
“What will Ben be able to do?” I asked, shouting after her.
“I dunno,” she said, “But he needs to know.”
"Why?” I asked again.
“Because if you hadn’t noticed he loves her as much as you do.” she said back, we ran through the security barriers which spilt backstage from the audience. It didn’t take us long to find Ben, surprise surprise he was at the bar.
"Isis has been taken.” Gemma said trying to catch her breath.
“What do you mean?” Ben asked
“What the fuck do you think it means?” I growled at him.
“Have you called the police?” He asked, looking between us.
“No,” Gemma said, “We came to find you first. You wouldn't have been told if it were up to him over there.” She pointed to me. I gave Ben my phone.
“She called me,” I said, “Listen, I’ve still got her on the line but she’s not talking to us.” He listened for a little while.
“We need the police here now.” Ben said. His security got on the radio to get them here ASAP and then they showed us to a more private area. A couple of minutes later there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find 3 police officers.
“Mr Purdy?” one asked, I nodded and let them all in.
“We will do everything we can to get Isis back.” one of the female officers said.
“What can you tell us?” another asked. We told them what we’d heard as they wrote notes, and then listened to the call that was still ongoing.
"Can we get a trace on this number and fast," she recited Isis number, someone on the other end told her how long it'll be. A little while later the voice told her the location, just as Jacob's voice came through, this time speaking directly to us.
"You better have not got police involved," he growled, "or I will not hesitate to hurt my baby sister." the line went dead. The voice came through the radio again.
"We lost the signal ma'am." They said. I got up and paced the room.
"What does that mean?" asked Ben, "Have we lost her? What happens now?" I looked at the police officer.
"Well there's already people on the way to the last known location," she said, "and there are people looking to see if Jacob left any kind of paper trail. By the sounds of it hes known to the police, and fairly recently so in theory someone should have been keeping tabs on him. Don't worry we will get her back." Don't worry, yeah ok easier said than done. I gotta find a way to get to Isis before the police.
Isis POV (((Trigger/Graphic warning. Skip if needed)))
I sat in the middle of a room of an abandoned house, tied up to a chair, still trying to grasp reality. I'd never thought I would see my half brother again, nor did I ever thought he would kidnap me for ransom. He and I were probably the closest between all of my siblings before his mother tore him away from our family. My mom and dad always told us stories how when they were seperated, my dad hooked up with a random girl. That girl ended up stalking my dad and wanted a future with him, but in the meantime, my mom and dad were getting back together. Soon after, my parents discovered that Jacob was born. Jacob's mom would try to use him as a pawn to distract my dad away from my mom, so she always allowed him to come over. When she found out that her son was loving all of us including my mom, she realized her initial plan was failing. Since then, he disappeared from our lives. I got startled when I heard small voices coming from my phone. I almost forgot that I had called someone. There was no way I could shut off my phone now with my arms tied to the chair. I look up to see Jacob glaring at me. He walked up to me grabbing my phone out of my pocket.
"You better have not got police involved," he growled into my phone, talking to whoever answered earlier, "or I will not hesitate to hurt my baby sister." I flinched when he threw my phone across the room, shattering it against the wall just like my hopes of being found.
"You're not getting your way this time." He said, looking back at me.
"What are you talking about?" I asked.
"You get to live in this perfect little world." He said, "you have your mom and our dad, a loving home, and now you're dating a rockstar."
"It wasn't all that easy." I said.
"Yeah right! My own father didn't even love me. He was spending too much time trying to take care of you guys. He left us." I knew the real story and it didn't not go like this. I began to get annoyed.
"That's what happens when you weren't planned. There was no love to begin with." I mumbled looking down at the floor. Next thing I knew, His fist comes across my face with a force so strong, it made the chair I was tied to, tip over. He came around to the front of me and kicked my stomach, making me cough up blood. He then grabbed my chair, and made me sit back up straight.
"Don't you ever say that again!" He screamed in my face. I was shaking now. I turned to the side to spit out some more blood.
"Why me?" I sobbed, "I'm your baby sister" Since we were younger, he would always refer to me as that. I saw a glimpse of remorse in his eyes, but it quickly went dark.
“You’re not her anymore." he said, “You’ve changed, don’t think I haven’t been keeping an eye on all of you five, the perfect kids. I can't compete with that.”
"And you think this is going to help you??" I asked.
“It’s a means to an end,” he said, “I need money, and your boyfriend has it, I’m taking as much as I can. This is where we find out how much your man whore actually loves you.”
"Your mom really twisted up your mind, did she?" I sighed. "Similar traits.."
“They say the apple never falls far from the tree,” he said, “and I was raised by her, so something had to have rubbed off on me.”
"And that's why my dad never loved her and never will" I said. He glared at me again.
“You’re heading the right way to getting hurt,” he growled, “Don’t test me, or your little boyfriend won't have much to rescue.”
"Go ahead," I said, "you're only proving me right." What was I doing? I'm going to get myself killed. I silently sat there, shaking, trying to keep a brave face on.
“Don’t try and act brave sis,” he laughed, “It doesn’t suit you.” I glared.
"Fuck off" I sneered. He bent down and grabbed something out of his boot. A knife? It was only small but it glinted in the limited light coming through the boarded up windows. He came at me as if he was going to stab me, but stopped millimeters from my face. His face was inches from my nose. I tried my hardest not to flinch or even close my eyes. He was trying to scare me and it was working.
“Lets see how much he loves you without your pretty face.” he snarled. I clenched my jaw as I felt the knife scratch at my cheek. I tried my hardest to not be affected by the pain. I could feel the blood starting to seep out of the wound and down my face. He smiled, he looked full on psycho. How could he be my brother? How could anyone do this to their own sister? He moved so that he was standing behind me. I felt his hand go into my hair and grabbing it as he pulled my hair back so I was looking up at him, making me wince in pain. He smirked as ran his hands down the tops of my arms and stopped at the elbows. he moved one hand away, the one with the knife.
“So much skin,” he said quietly, “But where to start?” He ran the knife down my arm, I tried to hold in a groan from the pain again, this time I wasn’t so composed.
“It looks like we’ve found a weak spot.” he said. He moved to where he was crouched down in front of me. He looked at my scars on my forearms.
“Maybe your life wasn’t so easy.” he said looking at my scars, “it looks like someones been at these before, you know self harming is a nasty habit. Lets add a few more cuts to these scars.” Did he think these scars was self inflicted? He ran the knife over my arms repeatedly until I was begging him to stop. My arms were now red, raw with cuts and streams of blood pouring of them. I could feel myself going light headed from the blood loss. "Not again", I thought to myself, "I must not let him win, I need to stay awake". I kept that matra going in my head. Determined to be conscious for when I was rescued, if I get rescued. I pushed that thought out of my head. I will get out of here, but what state would I be in? So far it’s looking like a body bag. I hope they hurry up. My thoughts turned to my parents, the last time I saw them was New York, we’d argued, would that be my last memory of them? And Ashley, we’d argued too. Oh God, they all hate me. I felt tears building up. I will not cry, I will get out of this. My vision grew darker by the second as he cut me more. Is this how I will die?
Notes
So small back story on Jacob.
I actually do have a half brother named Jacob. The drama with his mom and my mom and dad are true. But the fact that he actually turned psycho isn't true. (Well as far as I know...) I haven't seen him for 5 years when he turned 18 and before that he was missing because his mom didn't want him around us. The last I heard from him was when he tried contacting y dad asking if my dad loved his mom which in this chapter explained that he didn't. So just know that this is only for dramatization and partially fiction. I wish he was close with us now, but he's so different that I don't know if I would like or trust the grown up him. I never really talk abou him because our history is so jaded. But eh. It is what it is.
This is is partially my background story.
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