I still couldn't believe that he actually hit me. I was more in shock than in pain at the moment. Sure, it stung terribly but the emotional pain was far worse. I knew Kyle was insane but was he getting worse? He claimed that he loved me and wanted us to be together, yet he hit me. How did that make any sense? How can you hurt someone you love so easily? It was effortless to him as his hand connected with my cheek.

I was pushing his buttons and I must have ticked him off too much this time. Would hurting me become a normal thing? Fear surged through my veins as I tried getting out of my restraints. Even if I did get free, we were on an airplane so I had nowhere to go. At least if I got free, I'd be able to defend myself from Kyle if needed. The rope binding my hands to the chair were locked into place, barely moving as I tugged and pulled. I glanced over at Brooke who was calmly staring out the window. I knew she had given up, but I refused to do that.

"Brooke, can you get out?" I whispered, hoping to spark something in her to fight back.

She ignored me and continued to stare out the window. I let out a sigh in frustration and then said, "I know you're scared but we have to try. We can't just give up."

She shot me a glare and said, "If I behave, Marcus won't rape me as often but if I do, he gets really mad and hurts me even more. So if you don't mind, I'm going to try and behave and keep myself alive."

"If you give up, you will be with that sick monster forever." I stated.

She looked away, refusing to talk or even acknowledge me anymore. Looking outside, the plane started to descend which meant we were landing soon. In one last bit of hope, I struggled against the ropes. Not to my surprise, but it didn't work. I looked down at my wrists to see bloody, red scratches where the rope had rubbed against my delicate skin. I sat helplessly, waiting for Kyle and Marcus to come and get us. As we got closer to the ground, I noticed that we were above the woods inside of an airport. I should have suspected that we wouldn't land at a public airport. Kyle was smart enough to not draw any attention to us as we landed.

Once the plane touched the ground, quite smoothly might I add, I began to get more nervous to see Kyle again. My leg was shaking in anticipation and I wiggled my fingers, trying to distract myself from what might happen. Several minutes after the plane's engine was turned off, I heard footsteps heading my way. I looked up to see Marcus and Kyle enter causing me to quickly divert my eyes. Marcus walked over to Brooke and greeted her which she replied back to him. Kyle bent down in front of me, drawing my attention away from Brooke.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I don't want to hurt you. You know that, right?" He asked.

I refused to answer him for two reasons. One is that he was a jerk and I didn't want to speak to him and another reason was that he wouldn't like the answer I gave him. He stood up, realizing I wasn't going to answer him and I was avoiding eye contact. I thought he was going to walk away but he surprised me when he grabbed onto my hips, forcing me to sit straight. He slowly slid his way onto my lap, straddling me. Great, this wasn't what I wanted to happen. At this point, there was nowhere else to look besides him due to the closeness of our bodies. He stroked my cheek softly and then grabbed onto my chin, forcing me to stare into his icy blue eyes.

"Fine, I know you don't want to hurt me." I said, knowing he wouldn't give up unless I told him that.

"I knew you'd understand." He smiled.

He must have been completely delusional to believe that I said was true. Maybe he was just trying to force himself to believe me. Kyle was literally losing his mind. Then he had the nerve to ask me how I was doing. I held back the urge to roll my eyes at his question. It was as if he was trying to mock me. Out of all the things he could ask me, that's what he chooses. I knew being silent would just anger him so I simply said that I was doing fine. Of course, I was a lying, I mean how did he think I felt? I was kidnapped, scared as hell and had seen him kill my dad in front of me a few hours ago. I just wanted to get off this plane and away from Kyle.

"Do you remember me telling you that I don't like liars?" He asked, seriousness on his face.

Literally, he was bipolar or something. What was his problem? He must be running on lack of sleep because he was even more insane than before. I said nothing and turned my head from his intense gaze. Marcus was hard core making out with Brooke. He was sitting on top of her like Kyle was with me. Brooke's body was tense but what sickened me was that she was actually kissing him back. I'm sure he threatened her but still, it disgusted me that she was forced to do that with Marcus. Kyle placed his hand on left cheek and turned my head away from them and so that I was looking at him again.

"Don't look at them, look at me." He demanded.

For some reason, at that moment, looking into his eyes again made me think of my dad and how I would never be able to look into his eyes again. Tears formed in my eyes but I refused to let them escape. He had a confused look on his face and said, "What's wrong?"

Did he really not know? Hell, I could give him a long list of what was wrong with me. I shook my head and looked down at the ground, making it more apparent that I didn't want to look into his murderous eyes. Kyle repositioned himself so that he was closer to me and that I was looking at him once again.

"Kelly, what's wrong?" He said more sternly this time.

"I hate looking at you." I snapped, not bothering to hold back the disgust in my voice.

"Why's that?" He asked.

I wanted to scream right now. He knew exactly why I hated him and all the terrible things he's done. He was a sick man. He loved seeing me hurt and making me remember the horrid memories that I tried locking away in the back of my mind.

"You ruined my life." I answered.

"I think you're being a little overdramatic. He said, rolling his eyes.

"You kidnapped me and murdered my parents." I replied coldly, trying not to think too much about it.

"How about you think of this as a fresh start. A do over perhaps." He suggested.

I shook my head no and he frowned at me. He leaned forward, reaching behind me as he pressed his body against mine as he untied the rope that was around my waist. His breath tickled my ear and I could feel his heart beat against mine. Couldn't he have stood up to untie me? He just wanted to torture me even more. The rope around my waist loosened, allowing me to let out a deep breath. He untied my wrists as well, revealing my cut up skin. He glanced down and noticed the cuts but said nothing.

"We're in the Bahamas now. You're going to behave on our way to our new home, right?" He asked.

I caught sight of his gun on his hip when he said that. I nodded, not ready to fight him again just yet. He got off of me and backed up. I took the rope and threw it to the ground as I stood up. Kyle smiled at me and looked at Marcus who was whispering to Brooke. She looked terrified and about to cry. I couldn't even imagine what he was saying to her.

"Ready?" Kyle asked Marcus.

Marcus nodded and started to untie Brooke. Before I turned, Marcus gave me an evil grin that terrified me. I wasn't sure what it meant but I knew it wasn't good. Nothing was ever good when it came to Marcus. Kyle placed his hand on my back and guided me out of the plane. I hadn't even flinched at his touch like I used to. Was I already getting used to this? I guess at some point I'd have to stop being terrified of him.

An idea came to my mind, but I knew it may not work. I had already tried this plan but maybe I didn't give it enough time. I needed to get Kyle to trust me and think that I finally started to accept this new life. Before the plane ride, I rushed into things and that's why he expected me to try and escape. I just needed more time for him to believe me. I wasn't sure if it would work but what else could I do? When he wasn't expecting it, I would escape from him. I had to be patient and not rush things my escape or he would be suspicious.

There was a part of him that seemed like he wanted my happiness and deep down he cared for me. He wanted things to be how they were before the kidnapping, so that's what I was going to give him or at least the best that I could given the circumstances. I didn't have any better plans at the moment so this had to work. Maybe Kyle wouldn't expect me to try this plan again. I hated that I'd have to do whatever he said but it would only be temporary.

Once the four of us were out of the plane, we walked down a small trail through the woods where a black car was waiting for us. Everyone got into the car without a word. Kyle started to drive and didn't stop for another hour. I would see other cars as we drove, begging for one of them to help me. Sadly, no one was there to help. We finally parked the car next to a private dock that was at least a half an hour away from the town. Kyle had to have someone helping him. First, it was the plane, then the car and now a boat.

"Girls, we're going on a boat ride." Kyle announced looking back at us.

Marcus and Kyle got out of the car and opened our doors. I was on Marcus' side so he was the one who opened my door for me. He smiled as I stepped out of the car. I never took my eyes off of him and he never took his eyes off of me. I walked over to Kyle because Marcus terrified me because of what he did to Brooke. I'd pick being near Kyle rather than Marcus. I walked on the opposite side of Kyle and he put his arm around my waist. He must have sensed my uncomforted and fear of Marcus. I didn't pull away because of the new trust I want Kyle to have in me and because of Marcus. He was sicker than Kyle and who knows what he'd do to me if he had the chance.

I could hear the waves crashing onto the shore as we got closer to the dock. I could smell the fresh salt water and hear the seagulls above us. Hooked up to the dock was a sparkling red speed boat that sat about five people, two in the front and three in the back. Marcus and Kyle helped Brooke and me onto the boat, most likely making sure we didn't make a run for it. Now that I think about it, it was just to make sure I didn't run for it. They knew Brooke wouldn't try to escape. Kyle sat in driver's seat and Marcus sat in the back in between Brooke and me. Why couldn't he have sat up front with Kyle?

Kyle started the engine and we sped off into the ocean. I wasn't sure where we were going but I had never really known where we were going. Kyle had a plan so I guess I'd find out soon enough. Marcus wrapped his arms around Brooke and me but unlike Brooke, I pulled away from him. He let go of Brooke and turned his whole body to face me. He must not have liked being rejected. I backed against the side of the boat as far as I could but Marcus got closer and closer until he was invading my personal bubble.

He leaned over and said, "I know you're not Brooke but what she learned quickly was that you let me do what I want or else things don't play in your favor." He snarled, gripping onto my arm.

I hated him so much right now. As much as I wanted to punch him in the face right now, I knew I couldn't do that. He turned around and faced forward, putting his arm around Brooke. I refused to give in to him. He'd have to force me to sit next to him. I didn't care about his threat and I wasn't going to listen to him. He watched me closely as I stood up and slowly walked to the front of the boat and sat in the seat next to Kyle. I glanced back to see Marcus grinning at me as if applauding my boldness. I wouldn't give in as easily as Brooke did to him. Kyle glanced over at me, a smirk on his face as well.

I ignored both men and tried to focus on the ocean around me. My hair whirled behind me as the speed of the boat increased. I actually enjoyed being on the speed boat because I had never been on one before since I lived in Colorado. In the distance, I saw an island approaching. I assumed that's where we were going. As we got closer, I realized how small the island actually was and then I realized that we were going to be the only ones on it. It was a private island, with no one on it but us. Escaping just became a lot harder.