Jacob's POV:

I walk home, anger filling me. I want to punch or break something. I'm so angered at what happened to Summer. She didn't deserve that, she doesn't deserve the life she has. All she has ever done is try to succeed and be good in life and she can't even do that. I go into my room and slam the door. I tug at my hair in frustration and wipe my nose. Blood stains the sleeve of my shirt. I sit down on my bed and pull out my phone.
'Hey baby. Is everything alright? Do you need me to come over?' I text Amber laying back on my bed.

Amber's POV:

Summer has drank about one-third of the bottle. Whenever she stops Ashley will hit her. I found out what the other guys names are. The tall one is Chris and the other one is Rickey. Why have I not seen them before? How old are they? Why does it matter anyways? What about Jacob? Is he freaking out right now? Has he even noticed that we're gone? Ashly stands up and walks over to us. He jerks the bottle of Whiskey out of Summer's hand and holds it towards me.
"Drink." He says looking down at me. I glance over at Summer. She's shaking her head. I've never drank before. One time I went to a party with Jacob and he tried getting me to drink but I refuse.
"What? No." I say. He scowls at me and kicks Summer in the stomach. She cries out and I put my hands up.

"Ashley stop. Ok? I'll drink it. Just don't.....don't hurt her." I slowly take the bottle and take a sip. The Whiskey's strong, very strong. And it has a bad taste. I take another sip, ensuring Ashley that I'm drinking it. He sits back down beside Chris and I take another sip.

Summer's POV:

My head hurts, bad. It hurts worse than when I first woke up. My mind is racing and I can feel my heartbeat through my finger tips. Ashley took the Whiskey away from me and is making Amber drink. I tried to tell her no but all I could do was shake my head.
"Ashley, when can we have some fun?" The short one I found out was Ricky asks. Have fun, what does that mean? Ricky looks at me and bites his bottom lip. I think I need to throw up...I hold my stomach tightly.
"Umm....Ashley, I have to go to the bathroom." I slur, chuckling at the end. Amber looks at me like I'm crazy but I can't help it. Chris nudges Ashley.
"Dude, I think it's working..." He says, or at least I think he does. Chris and Ashley smirk at me. Ashley stands up and walks over.
"Get up." He growls to me.

I get up, stumbling on the way. I feel really dizzy and my nausea is getting worse. He grips my arm tightly and starts to pull me. I trip and fall to the ground but he still holds on to my arm. He jerks me up, I'm definitely going to have a bruise there. He pulls me to a door and opens it, pushing me inside. It's a medium sized bathroom. With more black. Black curtains and walls. Who paints their bathroom walls black? I chuckle at the thought. I kneel down in front of the toilet and wait. Before I know it, I'm emptying the little bit I had on my stomach. My throat burns and the taste in my mouth makes me want to throw up more. But I have nothing else to throw up.

I slowly stand up and hold on to the sink for support. I look into the mirror, dried blood is all around my mouth and on my chin from where Ashley kicked me in the mouth. And a small line of dried blood on my forehead, the gash is scabbed over. I turn on the water and cup a handful and splash it on my face. Scratching the dried blood off. I cup another handful of water and drink it. It soothes the burning in my throat. I glance up and see a window, why didn't I see it before? It's small, very small. i don't know if I could fit through it but I have to try.

Jacob's POV:

It's been fifteen minutes and Amber still hasn't replied. I sigh and pick up the phone. I call her, waiting patiently. Multiple rings pass and I hang up. Why isn't she picking up? I call two more times but she doesn't pick up. I'm going over there. I run downstairs and out the door. I walk to her house. So many thoughts are running through my mind. What if she's hurt. What if Andy went over there to hurt Summer? Or what if she's fine and I'm just over thinking it? I make it to Summer's house and climb up the stairs to the front porch. I knock, but no answer. I turn the door knob and push the door open. Nothing but silence fills the house. "Amber? Summer?" I walk through the living room and stop. Amber's phone is laying on the ground, I pick it up and look at it.

"Amber! Summer!" I run up the stairs. Screaming their names. I run down the hall, there is blood on the wall. It's not much but there's a small streak going down the wall and a little bit on the floor. It's very dark and dry. I run back downstairs and into the kitchen. There are two plates of food unfinished. They didn't leave on their own,They were taken.
"Fuck!" I scream kicking the chair. How could I let this happen?

Summer's POV:

I quietly open the window and push out the screen. I stand on the toilet and pull myself up, I'm just small enough for me to fit. I slowly crawl through clutching on the grass for support. I see a big house across the street, maybe I can run to them for help. The bathroom door opens and I crawl faster. Just one more inch and I'll be free.....My ankle is gripped tightly. I flip on my back and kick my feet around. I kick him in the jaw and his head snaps back. He growls, rage fills his eyes and he jerks my leg harshly. I fly back into the room and fall onto the toilet hitting my head. I scream as I feel my skull split open. I feel so dizzy and my head hurts so bad.
"You know what you stupid whore? I was going to be the only one that got a piece of you and I was going to go easy on you. But now, I'm letting Chris do you what he wants with you. And he's not the type to take it easy"

Tears blur my vision and spill from my eyes.
"But first, you're going to watch him have a go with Amber." He says.
"No! Ashley please no!" I cry scrambling to my feet. Ashley grabs me and carries me back to the living room. He drops me beside Amber and I just collapse.
"Oh my God! Summer are you okay?" She shrieks.
"Ok Chris.....You get Amber first and then you get Summer." Ashley says to Chris.
"No.....No...." I mumble trying to sit up.
"What? You're sick!" Amber says. I cry, wanting this to end. I slowly sit up, my arms shaking badly. i feel so weak. Chris stands up and walks over to me and Amber, towering over us. I glance up at him. He looks evil. "Get up." He tells amber snapping at her. Does he think we're dogs?

Amber shakes her head. Chris kicks her over and over again.
"Okay, okay. I'm getting up, just please stop." She says holding her arms up. My heavy eyelids keep shutting, it's so hard to keep them open. Ashley grabs me and sits me on the coffee table, holding my head up by my hair. Chris lays Amber down on the floor in front of me. He starts pulling her clothes off and she screams.
"Please. please don't do this." She begs as he pulls her pants off, leaving her in just her bra and panties. No......Summer do something. I can't move, every part of my body hurts, I just want to close my eyes.....and then I hear a scream. I force my eyes open to see Amber pinned to the floor, Chris is on top......
"Stop! Please stop!" I scream, tears streaming down my eyes. Ashley grabs me and pulls me against his chest.
"You see that? That is your fault." He says, breathing into my ear. i sob, he's right it is my fault. If I would have just left the first time, this wouldn't be happening right now. I struggle against Ashley, my bones are sore and I just want to stop moving.

"Please...please Ashley..." I mumble closing my eyes. I feel a sharp pain in my side and open my eyes, a lot more aware. I sit up quickly, I'm on the floor. My shorts and shirt are off. I hear crying and look around. Amber is in the corner crying, she balled up and has no clothes. She is in a small puddle of blood. No....no this wasn't supposed to happen. I'm forced back to the ground and Chris starts kissing me roughly. Biting my lip harshly. I cry out and try to push him away. I feel my panties being pulled off and panic.
"No! No stop." I try pushing his hands away. I kick around, but somehow he gets them off. He get's in between my legs and looks down at me. Tear after tear glides down my face falling onto the floor. I can't let this happen, no I can't. I'll have nothing left if this is taken from me.

One of his fingers enter me and I scream, he goes in and out of me and enters another finger. I scream and cry and do everything but I'm so weak. I'm defenseless. He smirks down at me and removes his fingers. Then he pulls down his boxers and I look to Amber. She's looking at me, crying. Her eyes scream failure to me. I am a failure, I failed Amber and I've failed myself.
"There's no way of escaping this..." Chris whispers in my ear.

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