Kidnapped By Rogue
Chapter 40

Back to Blakely's point of view:

I paced back and forth in front of the bedroom door until it suddenly opened.

"Let's go," Airion ordered, and I complied. He looked distraught as he took me into the girl's rooms one by one to get them as well.

We arrived by the kitchen door, "There's a mess in there that needs cleaned up." Was all he said before turning away and leaving us to open the door.

When I realized what the 'mess' was, I bluntly refused. "No. Hell no, I'm not going back in there!" The girls looked at me, confused.

"Wha-" Sarah's question was cut off by the girlish scream that left Tinleigh. That's when the rest of them screamed. River was exactly where he was when I first saw him collide with the floor, but now there was more blood surrounding him in a puddle. Airion and Brydon came in and picked up his lifeless body, leaving the crimson mess for us to clean up. "I think I'm going to be sick," Tinleigh squealed before dry heaving. I shook my head and held my stomach that was doing uncomfortable flips. Sarah was the first to move, and she went to the kitchen sink and grabbed several mops and a bucket of water and soap. She handed out everyone a mop except me. With an apologetic smile, she handed me two sponges.

I got down on my hands and knees and pushed the sponges into the blood before ringing them out in one of the buckets of water. Then I did it over and over.

Two hours later the kitchen was cleaned up, and all trace of death was gone. The girls' and I went into the living room and all squeezed onto the couch. "I can't believe he's just dead," Sadie whispered, breaking the unbearable silence. "It's unbelievable." "Really Sadie? Unbelievable?" I snapped, "You're acting as if this whole goddamn thing is normal! We were kidnapped, stolen, held hostage! You're really surprised that someone died? Because I sure the hell am not. Especially if he was messing with a gang. A freaking gang. He technically asked to die, I mean seriously!" I took a deep breath as Sadie stared at me in pure shock.

"You don't have to be rude, okay?" she muttered dryly, "Despite what you think you know, this isn't a normal kidnapping. Are you being raped everyday? Deprived of food and water? Beat? No. You aren't. So s**k it up, Blakely because you are never going home." I scoffed, "Normal kidnapping? Normal, really? What the f**k do you call this? A vacation? Oh, and I'm pretty sure that you get raped, all of you do. So don't give me that bullshit, okay? And I've been beat and deprived of food and water. So you can shove your comments up your petty little-"

"Blakely!" Rouge yelled, cutting me off. I winced and glanced at his wrecked face. Tears were gathered in his eyes, but was trying hard to prevent them from falling. "Come on."

I agreed and let him lead us to his bedroom. "Rouge?" I asked when he stopped right outside the door, his hand on the knob shaking slightly. "You don't have to hold it in. It's not like I'm gonna judge you for crying," I told him, placing my hand on his and opening the door. That's when he broke down. He started blubbering as tears streaked down his face. He held me into his chest as I patted his back awkwardly. He suddenly pulled back and stared at me- I hadn't realized we were all the way in his room until he slammed the door closed with his foot. A few seconds later he collided his lips to mine harshly.

"Rouge, don't do this," I said when I pulled away.

"-Please," he murmured, kissing me again and this time I kissed back. Before I knew it, the kiss had turned more intimate. "Don't fight me," he begged, placing his hands on my waist and playing with the hem of my shirt.

"I don't want this," I concluded sternly. He started sucking lightly on my neck but I pushed him back. He gripped my wrists together with one hand and backed me up against the wall. Before I could protest, he kissed me once again. His tongue darted out across my bottom lip so I pressed my lips tightly together. He pulled back to glare at me.

"Please, I need this," he growled. He placed a soft kiss on my lips then down my jawline until he reached my collarbone. "I want you so damn bad." He took ahold of one of my wrists and pressed it to the bulge in his jeans. I whimpered and failed to pull my hand away.

"I don't want you," I repeated, but he simply ignored me and pressed my hand harder to his body. "Rouge." He let my wrists go then grabbed them again and pulled them together above my head in a strong hold with his left hand. With his right hand, he traced his way down my body until he reached the top of the sweatpants I was wearing. Without warning, he plunged his hands inside the pants and rubbed me through my undergarments. I rolled my head back and panted.

"I'd have to disagree on that one," he said, rubbing faster and faster. I was reaching my release when he suddenly stopped and withdrew his hand. "Maybe another time."

"Goddammit Rouge," I whispered harshly. "I said I didn't want this. I don't want it. Just because your brother died doesn't mean-" I stopped midsentence when he back handed me. I held my stinging cheek.

"Don't go there," -and with that said, he walked over to the bed and laid down without another word.