AN: I can't believe it's been over a month. I'm sorry for how poor I am at updates. But hey, I hope you enjoy this chapter. I just want to get this story finished with already. (It's almost over, anyway.)

Dedication: fallovtluke [For making the pictures in the media]

By the time I grew more conscious, the van was still in motion and I was lying on my stomach against the cold metal ground. I opened my eyes, but all I could see were tiny holes of the sack that was over my head. When I went to get myself into a more comfortable position, I felt ropes tied around my wrists and ankles, but that didn't keep me from turning over onto my back and sitting upright.

I heard some men talking and I scooted closer to the noise to listen to what they were saying, but then the van ran over a speed bump and I lost balance, falling over again.

The conversation stopped abruptly and I held in a breath as I waited for what was next. Then I heard one of them say, "Check what's up. I'mma pull over."

As the vehicle came to a halt, my eyes widened and I held in a breath, remaining as still as possible. I heard the sound of the door opening and I could see a bright light flashing at me through the minute holes of the sack. The van tilted a bit when someone stepped inside and the next thing I knew the sack was being forced off me as the light shined in my face.

I winced at its brightness, squinting a bit to see if I could make out the faces of the people, but I couldn't see past the light.

"Looks like he's awake!" the guy shouted and I slowly began to move away until my back was pressed against the wall of the car.

"Stay back there and keep an eye on him," another person ordered, the car going in motion again. "Don't want him pulling any funny business."

The guy before me moved towards the back doors of the van and I was able to see the silhouette. He shut the doors and went back to me, but I didn't want to be anywhere near him.

A muffled sound came from me and I shook my head frantically, getting away from the guy, but I didn't get very far as he hooked one arm around my waist and pulled me close to him so my back was to him and I was in between his legs.

"Stop moving," he hissed, but I didn't listen as I continued squirming and screaming in his hold. "I said stop moving, damn it!" The guy set down his flashlight and grabbed something else and I let out a gasp when that something else was being held against my neck.

That had got me to stop moving and I felt my heart pounding in my chest in fear he would hurt me. I let out a whimper and bit down on the rag when he pressed the knife deeper into my skin, not enough to leave a cut on me at least.

"Struggle and I will not hesitate to slice your throat," he growled.

I gulped as my breathing increased and tears were starting to form. I closed my eyes and I wanted nothing more than for Luke to come rescue me and keep me safe in his arms. But instead I was being held against some big guy who reeked and was threatening to cut me if I moved.

After ten minutes of the guy constantly telling me to stop making noises (though I didn't since I couldn't get myself to stop), the van stopped again and this time the ignition was turned off. I heard the people up front getting out of the car and the sound of dirt underneath their footsteps. Eventually the back doors opened and I saw two more figures and I also took a glimpse of the background behind them, seeing a large rundown building.

"'Kay, get 'im out," said one of them and then the guy behind me moved away from me, but then he gripped my shirt and started dragging me out of the car that way.

I thrashed around as I was being tossed over another guy's shoulder, but my attempt to get away from them obviously failed. I was too weak against them and I hated the fact that I couldn't do anything about it.

Giving up on even trying to get out of the large man's hold, I looked around the area, seeing a bunch of men wearing black outfits and they all were armed with weapons. All they did was stand around, like they were guarding the place and keeping an eye out on any intruders.

We came to a stop and I tried to turn my head around to see behind me the reason why. I heard someone turning a lock, followed by a door hitting the wall with great force. Then they walked in and I was being taken with them into a much darker place, the only light I could see was the one from the room we were previously in.

I could feel the guy descending down a flight of stairs and everything got colder. The fact that they decided to kidnap me while I was without pants didn't help at all.

By the time we were getting farther away from the other room, things were getting darker and I couldn't see anything that around me, but I did notice that the guy carrying me was descending down some stairs.

"You got him?" spoke a gruff voice I couldn't recognize yet it sounded familiar.

"You blind? He's right here," said the guy carrying me as he jolted up his shoulder I was on.

I tried to turn my head to see behind me, but I still was unable to see behind me. The unknown voice said in an annoyed tone, "He's not supposed to be awake, you idiots. Put him out. And get him something to wear. Nobody wants to see such an atrocious sight."

My eyes got bigger and I began squirming in the large man's hold, the man cursing loudly as he tried to keep me still.

"Stop moving, you brat!" he growled.

After a while of struggling and the people trying to get me to stop squirming, I felt something being poked into my neck and suddenly I wasn't able to feel any of the muscles in my body anymore. I fell limp on the large man's shoulder, my eyes feeling heavier than before.

Like a light I was out.

-

"Wakey wakey, darling," a voice said, a hand lightly patting my face.

I opened my eyes and couldn't see much. My vision was blurry but it readjusted and even then I couldn't see my surroundings. I glanced up and found myself staring at a dimly lit light bulb dangling from the ceiling. I went to move, but something kept me down.

Remembering everything that happened, my eyes widened and I looked at my wrists, seeing they were tied down down to what appeared to be a chair's armrests. Even my ankles were tied to the legs of the chair.

As I pulled at the ropes, another voice tsked, "You shouldn't struggle, you know. It won't do you any good."

Raising my head, I spotted--not one, but--two silhouettes slowly getting closer to me. The light wasn't bright enough for me to be able to see their faces.

One of them stepped into the light and an expression of surprise came onto my face when seeing who it was, the person hooking a finger into the cloth around my mouth and pulling at it slightly.

"It has been too long," the person said, finally undoing the gag on me and lowering it from my mouth. "Why don't you say something to your dear mother?"

The countenance of mine went from shocked to angry and, despite what I was told, I tugged hard at the ropes, hoping somehow I'd break free from them so I could wrap my hands around this woman's throat.

"Fuck you," I hissed. "You've no right to call yourself that."

"That is no way to speak to your mother," the man snapped, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. "You will show your parents respect." He gestured to me. "We even got some sweatpants for you."

"Fuck both of you! You're not my parents! Go rot in hell, you bastards!"

The woman smacked me across the face and my head turned to the side. I winced, but it wasn't enough to get the anger out of me. I glared at her and pulled harder at the ropes constraining me. They were cutting off my blood circulation, but I didn't care.

At that moment, I never wanted to kill someone more than the bastards who were in the same room as I was.

"Your behavior is poor," the lady tutted. "Until you learn to respect your parents, you will remain in this room."

"Parents wouldn't kidnap their own son!" I shouted. "And you're not my parents!"

"We technically didn't kidnap you," the man corrected. "We hired other people to do the job for us."

I gaped at them. "You two are insane and absolutely sick in the head."

"Sir, ma'am," said a voice when a door opened, revealing one of those large guys. "A call is waiting for you."

"Ah, excellent. We were expecting one," said the man, clapping his hands together. Then he turned to me, grabbing the cloth that hung around my neck. "We'll be back. Be quiet and behave while we're gone or else you will be punished."

Once the gag was back around my mouth, he and the lady left the room with an annoying laugh, leaving me all alone with only the light that only illuminated a three feet radius of its surroundings.

Trying to escape the ropes was utterly useless, so I leaned my head back and let out a heavy sigh. I sat in silence for what seemed like forever and I was very uncomfortable with the chair and the ropes tying me down to it.

I didn't understand the people who keep calling themselves my parents. The only good thing they did was bring me into this world, but even that was unintentional. What did they want from me? They never cared about me for a majority of my life and now suddenly they're trying to force their ways back into my now successful life?

I wasn't going to let them back in. I couldn't care less about them; they're unimportant to me. Growing up with them was enough torture. I strongly didn't want to deal with them any longer. If anything, I just wanted to go back to the Summers Hotel. I wanted to be writing songs with Calum. I actually wanted to be annoyed by Michael. I wanted to see my fans and actually thank all of them personally for their support and always being there for me.I wanted my life to go back to how it was before I was kidnapped.

But most of all... I wanted Luke. I wanted to be in his arms again. I wanted him to save me and get me out of here and away from these psychopaths.

He might have failed once and that led to me getting taken away, but I have confidence in him. He'll find me, he'll come for me, and he'll rescue me.

Right?

-

What seemed like hours, the sound of a door being slammed open echoed throughout the room. My eyes glanced up and two figures stepped in the room, but they weren't the ones who kept referring to themselves as my parents.

They approached me and then the man who called himself my father appeared behind them.

"Untie him," he ordered and the other guys did as told. Once my wrists were free, I rubbed at them and frowned at the mark.

I yanked the gag from my mouth and threw it at one of the men's face before looking at the man before me. "Are you finally letting me go? Because that would be great."

He just laughed. "Of course, we're letting you go." Then a grin appeared on his face. "We're letting you go with us."

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. "Wh-What?"

"We're taking you back home with us, Ashton, and our flight is just waiting outside," said the woman who I wasn't even aware was behind the man. "Grab him and let's get moving."

"What?!" I felt hands grab at my wrists and I tried desperately to get myself out of the tight holds on me. "Unhand me! I'm not going anywhere with you crazies!"

"And what?" the man sneered. "You'll return to the idiots you met back in high school? The ones who took you away from us."

"They're not idiots! They're--They care about me, unlike you! They're the ones who helped me reach the top, not you! And they didn't take me away! I willingly left with the, because I don't want to be anywhere near you! Neither of you deserve to be a part of my life and I strongly would like for it to stay that way!"

The woman shook her head disapprovingly. "You're coming with us and that's final. Now let's go."

When the two men grabbing me began dragging me towards the door, I began struggling against them and shouting, "No, stop! Let me go!"

"But we are, aren't we?" the man responded.

"Not with you! I want to go back to Luke!"

"Luke?" The woman just laughed. "You mean your pathetic bodyguard? He's nothing but a failure. From what we've heard, he was too weak to protect you."

"Don't you fucking talk about him like that! He's not pathetic! And it was an unfair fight! It was him against a bunch of your stupid guys! Luke is the best and he's going to come here and save me and kick your asses to the bottom of the ocean!"

"Oh, sweetie." The woman cupped my face with her hands and I tried biting her hand, but she quickly moved away. "No biting. If you really want to bite..." She picked up the cloth from the ground. "... You could always bite on this."

"Shut the fuck up, you bitch!"

She frowned and then smacked me hard across the face twice, once on each cheek. "I do not want to hear such foul language from you." The woman then undid the cloth and wrapped that around my mouth. "Until we get back home, you are not to speak."

I kicked my feet at her, managing to get her in the stomach and she stumbled back and onto the ground, groaning. The man gasped and then glared at me before stomping his way over to me and punching me right in the guts.

"How dare you kick my wife and your own mother!" he shouted, his words choppy as he was sending more blows to my stomach with every word that seethed from past his gritted teeth. I cried out in pain and curled in to myself as I was trying so hard to catch my breath. The man helped up the woman and glared at the two guys on either side of me. "Get this rat the fuck out of here. Now!"

I didn't have enough energy to fight back. I was too focused on the painful feeling in my abdomen as I was, yet again, being taken away. I let out an irritated cough and I couldn't bring myself to be scared or surprised when I tasted blood.

Once I was brought outside, I saw that we were in an open field and there was a jet, on and waiting.

As we were getting closer to the aircraft, I was starting to lose hope. I was starting to believe that I wasn't going to be rescued. No one wasn't going to find me and I was going to be stuck with psychopaths for the rest of my life.

My amazing life was coming to an end and I would be living like a dead person with these bastards until the day I die. And if that was the case, I hope that day came soon.

Opening the jet door, another woman stood there and when she raised her pilot hat, my eyes got big when seeing who it was.

"Welcome aboard, Irwins," said the woman. "My name's Chelsea Evans and I will be one of the people flying with you today. Ready to take flight?"

Oh. My. God.

As much as I wanted to scream and shout at her, I didn't have the strength to do so.

"Immediately," said the crazy man, handing his wife over to Chelsea. "Take her to a comfortable seat and fetch her something to drink."

"Of course." She took the woman's arm and placed that over her shoulders, leading her over to a seat near the back of the jet.

The man turned to the two men and me. "Get him in his seat and make sure he does not get out of it."

The men nodded and pulled me over in one way, but my eyes never left Chelsea as she got the woman seated.

I was frozen and shocked and I didn't even realize that my wrists were once again being tied down to the armrests. Chelsea walked back over to us as the two large men sat down next to me and the crazy man sat across from us.

"Our two pilots, Captain Oscar and Captain Herbert, are getting the plane warmed up," she informed us all. "We will be airborne momentarily."

"Better make that immediately," the man snapped, waving her off. "I've got a schedule to maintain and this son of mine is making us late."

Glaring at him, I was about to kick my leg forward, but one of the men next to me positioned his leg in front of mine so I couldn't even move. Then the other one followed suit.

"I'll inform the pilots right away. My partner, Daniel, is getting your refreshments set up. I hope you enjoy the flight."

Suddenly, the intercom came on and a voice spoke, "This is Captain Oscar speaking. I'd like to welcome everyone on-board and I'd like to extend a special welcome to Ashton Irwin who will be joining us."

I rolled my eyes, because I was brought here against my own will. I didn't need this stupid 'special welcome' from some stupid captain.

The captain began saying a bunch of other crap I didn't care about and he began to conclude his announcement by saying, "So sit back, relax, and enjoy the rest of the flight. Oh, and Ashton?" 

Hearing my name caught my attention and I glanced up at one of the speakers. 

"I'll make sure to get you back safely." Then the intercom turned off and the jet rumbled underneath my feet.

I felt the jet moving and I glanced out the window, seeing that we were in fact in motion. I knew for sure that there was no way of going back.

Feeling an aching feeling in my chest, I had a strong urge to cry, but I did my best to will myself not to. It wouldn't help me at all. Crying wasn't going to bring me back to Luke.

But I couldn't help the single tear that stung my left eye and slip down my cheek.

"Did you really just shed a tear?" scoffed the man in front of me. "My son, unless that's a tear of joy, there's no need to cry."

My hand gripped at the end of the armrest at the mention of him calling me his son. I hated the fact I was even related to this man and that woman. The two were in no way my father or mother and I will never consider them as parents of mine. They are nothing but insane and despicable people.

As the jet was starting to leave the ground, I spotted Chelsea appear from behind curtains and all eyes turned to her when she stepped right before us all.

"Mr. Irwin," she said sweetly.

"Yes, Ms. Evans?" the man said as he stood from his seat.

"There is something I must give to you. Courtesy of Captain Oscar."

A grin formed on his face. "Well, let me have it."

She smiled. "Gladly."

The next thing that happened caused my eyes to bulge out, because I saw Chelsea swing her fist at the man's face, instantly causing him to fall back and hit his head against the armrest of his chair and collapse to the ground.

-

AN: Were any of you expecting that at all? Yeah? No? Kind of?

I wonder if any of you got the reference that I used in this chapter. If you did, kudos to you. I think it's hard to spot, anyway.

How's the chapter? How's the story so far? Are you ready to catch what I'm about to throw at you in future chapters?

I hope this chapter was worth the read (: Until next time! x