Run Over (Demi Lovato FanFic)

Chapter 18

***Two days later***
JORDAN'S POV
"Seventeen. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty. Twen-" I'm interupted by a slap.
"I can't believe you still do that shit."
"Ditto. What the fuck do you want from me?"
"I want you to shut the fuck up! Let me do what you want me to do."
"My crying tells you I want this? Just get the fuck off me and let me go home."
"You're funny. You will go home when me and my pals are done with you."
"Pals?"
"Yeah, they are coming."
My arms are strapped to the bed post. I've screamed, cried, begged, but the passed two days I've been pissed. Pissed at myself, I shouldn't have ran. Pissed that my parents left me. Pissed at Sam. At this point, Sam is answering the door. There are footsteps, they stop right outside the door.
"Money?" Sam asks.
"Five hundred, right? That's all I have, and that's what I told the guys."
"Yeah, just give me the fucking money. Do what you want with her." The door opens Drake, Drew, and Tony walk in with three other guys.
"Hey, River-girl." Drew smirks.
"Fuck you!" I scream.
They all chuckle, "That's just exactly what we are here to do, is to fuck you."
"Sam. Please don't let them hurt me. Please." I beg through tears.
"Too late they've all paid. River, just relax and have fun."
My underwear is ripped from my body. I whimper. "Who's going first?" Drake pants impatiently.
"Doesn't matter." Sam says closing the door. I close my eyes as I feel hands touching me.
"One." A hand lands on my stomach, "Two." Another hand in my hair. "Three." A kiss on the cheek. "Four." hands on the inside of my thighs. "Five." Then someone thrust themselves inside me. I scream causing them to laugh, "Five."
"River, I know you love this. You loved this game when you were little."
"Six."
"Shut up."
"Seven."
"I said shut up!"
"Eight. Nine."
"One of you needs to shut her up."
"Ten. Eleven. Twelve. Thir-" Hands are squeezing my throat. I don't fight or scream. I just lay there till everything goes black.

***Three days later.***
Five days gone.
DEMI'S POV.
"Mom! Get out! This is all your fault! Get out!"
"Demi, please I'm sorry. I just want to help."
"No, you have thirty second before I call the police."
"Demitera!" Nick booms.
"Don't start with me. My daughter was kidnapped by some phsyco rapest. It's her fault. I hate her. If my daughter is not found I will never forg-" I was cut off by ringing. I pull out my phone and immediately answer,"Jordan? Baby?"
"Sorry, Demi it's just me. Now, if you want her back alive you will do what I want."
"Please, just let me see her."
"Are you sure you want that?" Sam asks chuckling.
"Show me my fucking daughter. Sam I swear to god when I find you, you are going to wish you were dead." Nick yells.
"You won't find me. River-girl wake up. Mommy and Daddy want to see you."
She groans. "Daddy? Please, help me." She begs.
Nick chokes back his cries and says, "I will. Baby. I will." He says, then walks out of the kitchen.
"Jordan, where are you?" I ask.
"It's hurts. Mommy, please."
Sam faces the camera back to him, "Here's what I need... half a million dollars, in this account you have a pen?"
I grab a pen, "Go."
"Okay this account #987543672. A first class ticket to Cuba, and don't try any bullshit moves. This needs to be done in twenty four hours."
"It will be done in three hours. How do I contact you."
"FaceTime back. I'll tell you where to find her."
"Okay."
He hangs up and feel hands wrap around me. "Mom, didn't I tell you to leave."
"I'm staying till we find my granddaughter. Now, lets go get the money."
Then there is a sudden crash, cuss words yelled by Nick. "Wait here."
I run upstairs and push the door to my room open to see another hole being smashed into our wall. I scream, "Nicholas! What the fuck! Stop right now! Jesus!" He smashes his fist into the wall again. I run and stop in front of him, "Fucking stop! STOP!"
"Demi, I can't help her. I promised and I can't find her. I lied to my daughter, while that monster has her. I don't know what to do." He sobs into my arms.
"Baby, we have to go to the bank and transfer half a million dollars to some account. I'll call Max so he can get the police to help catch this son of a bitch." He nods and we climb into the car with Mom. She drives as I call Max and explain the situation. He's going to setup a sting with the police by the time we have the money in the account. I have bought the ticket. Nick is in the back seat and still has not said anything. Every once in a while I'll hear a whimper or a sniff. My Mom knows not to say anything and to drive where I tell her. I call Jordan's phone. Sam answers but all I can hear is Jordan sobbing and begging for help. "You have my stuff?"
"I have your ticket and the money is in the account. Now, meet me somewhere so I can give your ticket, and get my daughter."
"Yeah, meet me at Barnes and Nobles." I tell Mom where to drive. We stay in the back of the parking lot. Then Nick jolts out of the car. I hop out after him. Just as Sam gets out of the car. I pull the plane ticket out of my back pocket just as Nick punches him in the face. Sam is on the ground and Nick is on top of him "Where is she!" He screams.
Sam chuckles, "Get the fuck off me. I'll tell you."
Nick punches in the ribs, "Tell me now!"
"Oh, Nicky-boy are you crying?"
"No, just tell me where she is! I swear to god I will kill you."
I can hear sirens getting closer and closer. "Here take this ticket and give me my daughter." I flick the ticket on to his chest. Nick gets off him and gets back in the car.
Sam gets back into his car and hands me a slip of paper with an address. "You might want to hurry she's in bad shape." He smiles and speeds of.
I jump in the car and type the address into the GPS. Realizing as we pull up that this is Jordan's parents house. My Mom stops in front of the house. I take a deep breath. "Nick I know you want to come in but, I need to make sure she is--"
"It's fine. Just go get her. Please, I need to see her."
I get out the car and sprint to the door. The house is dark and cold. "Jordan! Where are you baby-girl?" I can hear slight whimpers. I follow them to basement.
"Mommy?" Jordan whispers.
I can barely make out her figure in the dark. I pull out my phone and turn on the flashlight not ready to see what I see. "Oh, Jordan, let me get you." Her hands are tied to the bed post and her tank is dirty and stained with blood, and other fluids. Her pants are in the corner. Her underwear is gone. I untie her wrists and pulled her pants over bruises and blood. I gently pick her up and carry her to the car. I get in the back with Nick and tell Mom to drive to the hospital.