Markus

Once I had finished shielding Cheyenne's memories and I had placed the trigger lock, I leaned back, looking at my unconscious mate, then nodded to Antonio and Jason. They both removed their hands and I quickly stepped out of Cheyenne's line of vision. After all of the messing around in her mind I just did, it isn't like she would wake up but I couldn't be too careful. If she saw me now, I would have to hide that memory as well and put her through this craziness again.

We quickly blindfolded her, and then put her in the trunk of Jason's car, like we did when we initially kidnapped her. I never thought I would have put her back into a trunk, but it was the only course of action that made sense to me. She would wake up and have no idea she even went to the house at all.

~~

Jason

There we were, driving with Cheyenne in the trunk of the car once again. We assumed she would kick out the taillight again, so we didn't take my car this time. Instead, we took Markus' car. He isn't really a big car guy, and we are taking his mate - which he royally screwed up having a relationship with - so we took his car.

What does kind of suck for him is that he had to stay behind. One of the locks he put on Cheyenne's memories is seeing him. He literally could not be here or else he would be risking Cheyenne remembering everything that he just erased from her memory.

So here Antonio and I are, driving down back routes, we took the longest route to get back into town, waiting for Markus' taillight to be kicked out.

I could feel eyes on the side of my head so I glanced away from the road and met Antonio's eyes, "What's up?"

I turned my eyes back to the road as he begun his response, "Do you think this is the right thing to be doing?"

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"Well," he started, "I feel like we are separating two people that are meant to be together, but I also know that Cheyenne was not in the right situation. So, I want to know your opinion on what is happening."

I sighed, but then gave him my opinion, "I think that this is the right thing to do. Cheyenne is currently in love with someone else, and she got extremely freaked out with the situation. She got kidnapped twice, and that was not fair to her. She was put through a lot, so putting her back to where she was is all we can really do for her now. It will be a little confusing, as other people will know she was missing for a while, but she won't really have any lasting effects from this experience."

He paused, and leaned back into his seat, seemingly to absorb my thoughts. I focused on driving and kept my ears tuned in on the trunk. Focusing on when Cheyenne woke up was meant to be Antonio's responsibility, but I think he was too worried about whether we were doing the right or wrong thing.

~~

Cheyenne

Holy fuck.

My head was pounding. And the bumpiness of the road was not helping.

Wait. What road was I on? I don't remember going anywhere after leaving work. I don't even remember getting home.

Shit!

I went to sit up, realizing what must have happened, only for my face to be met with the ceiling of the trunk I was apparently in. I clutched my forehead and immediately clenched my teeth after my initial grunt of pain had escaped my lips in order to try to avoid making any more noise and alerting my captor that I had woken up.

My hand slipped down from my forehead to find a blindfold covering my eyes. I slid it off and was met still with complete darkness. I wrapped the fabric around my wrist, just in case, as I might need it later.

I took some deep breaths, trying to get my heart rate under control, and crawled toward what I assumed was the back of the trunk based on the sound of the tires underneath me. During my migration, the car drove over a probable pothole and when it jolted, due to the extremely tight quarters I was in, the back of my head and spine slammed into the roof of the trunk.

I clenched my teeth even tighter and took a few moments to compose myself. It wouldn't do me any good to possibly have to confront anyone with a serious headache. I focused on my breathing and just got it under control for a few moments. I could do this, I could keep myself together for a few more moments.

After I got my breathing at a normal, steady pace, I wiped away the tears that were forming in my eyes and focused myself on my self-given mission of kicking out a taillight from the back of the trunk. I focused myself on my mission as well as possible and tried to avoid the thought about what was awaiting me at the end of this drive.

~~

Jason

Shit.

That pothole came out of nowhere, and I was more focused on the fact that Cheyenne had woken up than looking at the road. Cheyenne didn't make any more noise that she was originally making, though I could tell she slowly getting her breathing more regulated, so she probably wasn't in an extreme amount of pain but rather caught off guard.

Going on felt like it took forever, I knew she would make her move any second now, but waiting felt like forever. She was not making any movement in the trunk and I was worried that the pothole might have done more damage than I originally assumed.

There was no telling what position Cheyenne landed in after hitting the roof during the pothole, so she could just be laying on the floor. Her breathing becoming more regulated would make sense if she was knocked out on the ground.

Maybe we should pull over to check on her.