Hannah
The trunk opened and I looked up at Gena who was smirking down at me and shaking her head.

“You stupid bitch,” She smirked “I was told to hand you over undamaged, but I guess that won’t be happening now, will it?”

I’d placed the phone face down behind me and grabbed the screwdriver and held it tightly in one hand while looking up at her. Before she could say or do anything, I lunged towards her as forcefully as I could and drove the screwdriver into her stomach.

She screamed in pain and looked down at her wound, clutching it with both of her hands. I took my chance, grabbed my phone and swing my legs out of the trunk and kicked her out of the way, sending her tumbling to the ground as I jumped out of the trunk, slammed it shut and rushed around the car to the driver’s side door and slipped into the car. Luckily for me the engine was still running and the keys were in the ignition so I tore out of the parking lot as fast as I could.

“Matt?” I asked, pressing the phone to my ear “Matt, are you still there?”

“I’m here baby, what’s going on?” He asked.

“She pulled into an empty parking lot and opened the trunk, I stabbed her with the screwdriver and now I’m driving the car,”

“Thank fuck you’re alright,” He breathed “Where are you?” He asked.

“The middle of nowhere,” I chuckled “But I’m going to find my way home,”

“No,” He said quickly “I don’t want you driving back here all by yourself, it’s been almost three hours since you were taken, so you’re probably pretty far away, so just find a gas station or something and call your dad or one of the guys from there, alright?”

“Alright, good idea,” I sighed “I’m driving so I gotta go, I’ll text you when I’m sopped somewhere,”

“Okay, I love you,”

“I love you, too.”
~~~~
Gena
I’d managed to pull myself off of the ground and out of my own little puddle of blood and walk down the road in the direction I’d been driving about ten minutes after Hannah had taken off in the opposite direction, going back the way I had brought her.

I laughed, coughing up some blood, when I reached a gas station with a pay phone outside of it. I had been taking her to the boy’s cabin in the middle of nowhere, she had no idea where she was and back the way she was going there was nothing for miles… but if she had come this way she would be safe by now, but of course she thought she was doing the right thing, she thought she was getting to safety, well, she thought wrong.

I stumbled a little as I pushed open the door to the gas station, the weight of the door proving to be a bit of a struggle for my weakened body.

“I need-“ cough “I need change for the phone, please,”

“Whoa!” The guy behind the desk exclaimed, jumping to his feet and rushing around the counter “What happened?”

“I was stabbed, dipshit,” I growled “Change, now!”

“You don’t need to use the phone out there, here,” He held his hands out to me “Come on, you can sit back here with me and I’ll call
an ambulance for you,”

“Fuck this,” I muttered under my breath, lifting the bottom of my dress and pulling my gun from my stocking that was held up by my suspenders and pointed it at the guy “GIVE ME SOME FUCKING CHANGE! NOW!”

Stuttering, he held up his hands and backed around the counter, opened the till and grabbed as much change as he could and placed it on top of the counter and backed away. I limped up to the counter and slipped some of the change into my hands.

“I’ll take a bottle of water, too.”
~~~~
I opened the phone box and stepped inside, but list my footing as a wave of dizziness hit me and I dropped to the floor.

“Shit,” I cursed, pushing myself up a little so I could reach the phone and put some of the change into the slot and dial the number.

“Hello?” One of them answered.

“She stabbed me,” I groaned, dropping back onto my ass.

“What?” He asked “Who is this?”

“It’s Gena you fucking moron,” I spat “She got away, she stabbed me with a fucking screwdriver and she got away,”

“Fuck,” He swore “Alright, where are you?” He asked “I’ll come and get you right now,” I heard the jingle of keys.

“Gas station,” I told him, my voice getting weaker “On the way to the cabin, I’m at one of the gas stations, but listen, I’m not the top priority, I’m fine, I’ll survive, she didn’t hit anything important and I can keep pressure on the bleeding long enough,” I took a deep, shaky breath “She’s heading back to Huntington, she’s only about twenty minutes gone so you should be able to catch her, I don’t care what you do, but you get her to that cabin and I want my shot on her first,”

I reached up and placed the phone back on the receiver before getting a little more comfortable inside the booth to wait for someone to come for me.
~~~~
Hannah
I’ve been driving for almost an hour, I’ve driven miles back towards Huntington but there hasn’t been anywhere for me to stop and call Dad to tell him where I am, but I also can’t call anyone to tell them that I’m stuck in the middle of nowhere because I don’t get a good enough reception out in the middle of nowhere, apparently. Looks like I’m just going to have to get through this myself.

I slowed to a stop when I came to a crossroads. I checked my left, right and left again to make sure it was clear for me to drive straight through the intersection, and when I saw no vehicles coming in my direction, I drove. I was hallway across when a horn blared from my right and before I even had time to look; the car was t-boned and sliding across the road before it started to roll.

Everything seemed to go into slow motion and my ears filled with a ringing as I watched everything in the car that was lying around go flying around the inside of the car and then it landed on the roof and the windscreen smashed, I squeezed my eyes shut and held my breath, waiting for it all to stop.

Everything finally came to standstill and I opened my eyes and looked around me to assess the damage. I looked down my body and cursed when I saw that my left leg was trapped between the crushed door and the steering wheel. I unclipped my seatbelt and looked around some more, trying to work out how I was going to manage to get myself out of the car. Something to my right caught my eye, a huge SUV with its front completely smashed… that’s what hit me, and the driver hadn’t had the headlights on, that’s why I hadn’t seen them. The lights suddenly came on and I had to shield my eyes from the bright lights shining in my face.

I watched as one man got out of the driver’s side of the car and started walking towards me. As he got closer I started to recognize him from before, the night that I was shot in the side… Neil Sanderson.

“No,” I said, trying to move away as he rounded the car and crouched down onto the ground by the passenger door “No!”

“Yes,” He laughed “My little fighter, you’re coming with me,”

“No!”

He leaned in and started pulling me from the car, but I was still somewhat stuck so I managed to push him off a little. He pulled himself back out of the car and stood up, stretched and cracked his knuckles.

“Now-!” he started to speak as she started to crouch back down but he stopped himself “Shit,”

“What?” I spat.

“Shit, fuck, shit,”

“What?!” I yelled.

He ignored me and reached back into the car to pull me out, using a lot of force and hurting the parts of me that were stuck.

“Get off of me!” I screamed, thrashing around as much as I could.

“STOP!” He ordered, punching me in the face before I could even blink “You see that?” He asked, turning my head to face his car
“On the ground,” I looked down “That’s gasoline, and it’s coming this way, to this car that is on fire and you’re trapped inside!”

“Oh God!” I whimpered, starting to panic and pull myself from the car “GET ME OUT OF THE FUCKING CAR!”

Neil slipped his hands under my arms and pulled me from the car. I grit my teeth and swore through them as pain tore through my injured leg as it was freed. Once he had me out of the car, I used my strong leg to bring my knee into contact with his crotch and sent him doubling over onto the ground.

I started to limp away, crying out in pain with every step as the pain radiated through my body and I could hear Neil moving around on the ground, but I didn’t look over my shoulder, not before his hand wrapped around my ankle and he pulled backward, sending me to the ground. Gravel from the road embedded itself into the palms of my hand and a horrible pop came from my right wrist before I found myself being dragged backwards. I turned onto my back and started thrashing around more but before I could do anything useful, Neil straddled my stomach and wrapped his hands around my neck.

He squeezed hard and started to cut off my air supply, I could feel every inch of my body start to tingle and I started to see spots as
I helplessly clawed at his arms, trying to pull him off of me, but it was no use. My eyes darted around, looking for something that I could use to my advantage. The only thing I could hear was the sound of my blood pumping through my body and the muffled sound of my lovely attacker ranting about something to me.

Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something shining slightly under the light of the moon and I tried to roll my head to the side as much as I could to see what it was and noticed that it was the wing mirror from Gena’s car.

“Please,” I whispered to Neil, looking up at him with false pleading eyes while I reached my hand out in the direction of the mirror.

“Oh, you’re going to beg for your life now, are you?” He asked.

“Don’t,” I choked, using my other hand to continue to claw at him.

“The other guys wanted some fun with you,” He laughed, using one hand to keep me pinned to the ground by the throat, he used his other hand to reach down and start undoing his belt “But I think I’m going to use you all up, right here, right now,”

When he lifted a little of his bodyweight off of me to shimmy his jeans down a little, I was able to move just enough to be able to grab the wing mirror and flip onto my back while raising the mirror into the air so that it came into contact with the side of his head hard enough to send him rolling off of the top of me and onto the gravel next to me.

“FUCK!” He spat, holding the side of his face as he tried to reach me, but I threw myself on top of him and straddled his body and
began smashing the mirror into his face with as much force as I could.

All of my life I had been trained for what to do in situations like this one, how to take a man down in a matter of seconds with one tiny cut that could be made with my finger nail, but now that it was actually happening there was no way I was doing things the easy way. I wanted him to know what it felt like to have his face bashed in. I only had moments before I had to get off of him and get away before Gena’s car exploded, so I smashed the mirror into his face again, and again and again, screaming out in anger, in pain and in fear with every single hit as his blood splattered up my dress, my neck, my face and into my hair, but not one hit faltered.

He stopped struggling underneath me, he stopped making noise, he stopped responding in every single way so I took that as my cue to go. I climbed off of him and scrambled to my feet and limped away from his body and Gena’s car as fast as I could in the direction of the SUV Neil had used to ram into me before. I threw myself in the driver’s seat and whimpered in pain when I took the weight of my obviously broken leg. Luckily for me the keys were still in the ignition, and I quickly started the car just as the fuel from the SUV hit the flame coming from Gena’s car, and I backed up as fast as the car would allow.

“Shit, shit, shit,” I chanted over and over, watching the explosion in almost slow motion as I moved to a safer distance and turned the car around before speeding off in the direction I had been going before the crash.

I knew that the car was leaking fuel, but I still had hopes that it would get me as far as civilisation so that I could call for help.
~~~~
I knew that it couldn’t be much further until I found somewhere that I could stop, but all of my hope of getting there safely were crushed when the vehicle started to stutter and I pulled over to the side and let the car die on its own.

“Fuck,” I groaned, dropping my head onto the steering wheel and closing my eyes. There was no way I would be able to get myself home and there was no way that anyone was going to find me all the way out here.

The sound of a cell phone ringing snapped my eyes open before I lifted my head off of the steering wheel to look around. I looked around for a moment before I started looking for the source of the ringing, and eventually located an old blackberry inside the glove compartment.

There was no caller I.D just a private number, so I didn’t know who was calling, but I answered the phone and slowly brought it up to my ear, but focused on keeping my breathing steady.

“Neil?” Whoever was calling asked “Neil are you there?”

“I think you’re going to want to come and find your buddy,” I almost growled into the phone as a cruel smirk tugged at my lips, and for a moment I thought that I might be going crazy.

“So he found you, huh?” The voice asked.

“Oh he found me,” I chuckled darkly “And I left him by the road for the rest of you to pick up later on… if there’s any of him left by the time you get to him,”

“What the fuck did you do?”

“I guess you’ll have to go and look for yourself,” I said “And trust me when I say that you better hope you never see me again, a girl can only take so much before she starts snapping necks without a second thought,”

“Is that what we should expect to find when we go looking for Neil?” He asked.

“No,” I scoffed “You should expect much, much worse than just a snapped neck, he didn’t deserve to go that easily,”

I ended the call before they could say anything else and ripped the back off of the phone, removed the battery and the tracking device that was hidden under it. If they were smart enough then they would be able to track the phone this far, but by the time they got here I would be long gone.

I stuck my hand in the glove compartment again and rummaged around for anything that might be useful to me, and eventually mu hand touched something that felt interesting, so I pulled it out and discovered that it was the hard-drive from a computer.

“Jackpot,” I whispered with a smile before looking in the back for something to carry it around in, but all I found was a towel “This will
have to do,” I shrugged. I started wrapping the hard-drive up inside the towel and tossed in the phone and its battery, too.
~~~~
Dean
“Get inside!” I ordered Erin “Take Beth to her room and meet me in the kitchen, I’m going to need your help,”

“Alright,” She nodded, hurrying to the front door “Grab whatever first-aid stuff you’ve got, I’ll be right back,”

I watched her for a moment as she carried our daughter – so small and so fragile – up to bed, before I quickly made sure that the front door was locked behind me and walked through the house to the kitchen and started rummaging through the cabinets looking for the first-aid kit that Sam had bought when we got the house. He claimed that it was a good idea if Beth was moving back home and would be spending a lot of her time with me, it was a good idea to have some real medical stuff so that I could fix up my daughter if she ever tripped and hurt herself.

I finally found the green box with the white cross on it inside the cabinet underneath the sink and tugged it out as well as a clean
dish towel and set them down on the table before going into one of the much higher cabinets and grabbing a bottle of whisky and two whiskey tumblers.

I sat down at the table with everything and poured some amber liquid into the glasses and downed the one I had set in front of me before re-filling it.

“Alright,” Erin spoke, coming into the kitchen while removing her jacket “What’s the damage?” She asked.

“Bullet is still in there,” I grunted, rolling my injured shoulder a little and screwing my face up in pain “I don’t think it shattered, feels like a clean shot, but it didn’t come back out… I don’t think,”

“Well I’m going to have to check anyway,” She sighed, opening the first-aid kit and pulling out the little pair of scissors.

“Whoa!” I laughed nervously, inching away from her slightly and holding up my hand to stop her “What the hell are you doing?”

“Injured shoulder,” She smirked “You can’t exactly raise your arms so that I can remove your shirt so I’m going to have to cut it off,”
She let out a laugh and I felt myself relax.

“Alright,” I smiled, feeling myself blush a little bit as she leaned forward and started to cut the material off of my torso.

“Don’t worry,” She exhaled “I’m not going anywhere near your skin with anything sharp… yet,”

“Yet?”

“Yet,” She chuckled, looking at my face as she ripped the shirt the rest of the way off.

~~~~
After what felt like an hour – maybe more – but could have only been fifteen to twenty minutes, Erin had pulled the bullet out of my shoulder, cleaned the wound out properly and stitched it up before covering it with a bit of gauze to make sure that it stayed clear of any infection. While she had been working on fixing me up, I’d drank almost half of the whiskey straight from the bottle to ease the pain a little more.

“Here,” She said, reaching into her purse and pulling out a bottle of painkillers “Take two of these and no more, they should help with
the pain a little,”

“Thanks,” I grunted, removing the lid from the bottle, tipping two pills into the palm of my hand, tossing them into my mouth and
washing them down with a mouthful of whiskey.

“That’s… healthy,” She sighed.

“What is your problem?” I ask “It’s not like you’re spending the rest of your life with me, why should you be concerned with how
healthy I am?”

“You’re my daughter’s father,” She snapped, but kept her volume down “I need to know that you’re being responsible when she is sleeping under your roof, not drinking yourself into a coma by washing everything down with a shot of whiskey,”

“I got shot,” I snapped back at her “I’ve been doing this my whole life, booze makes bullet wounds hurt less, you know that,”

“What is your problem?” She asked me angrily, tossing back the whiskey that was in her glass “I’ve never known you to be so fucking bitter about anything,”

“You know what – or who – my problem is,” I told her, raising my eyebrows at her.
It took a moment for her to realise what I meant.

“Zack?” She asked “You really have that much of a problem with Zack?”

“Yes,” I nodded.

“Why?”

“Because he wants to spend his life with you, sure, but not as much as I do… he isn’t willing to give up the things that I was – and still am – willing to give up just to be with you and make sure that you and Beth are safe,”

“Part of his job is making sure that everyone in that house is safe,” She defended him immediately “He loves me and he loves Beth, he doesn’t have to give anything up just so that I’ll marry him, if that was the case then I wouldn’t have this ring-“ She held up her left hand to show me the rock he’d given her “on my finger,”

“If I hadn’t had listened to you in the hospital when you’d just given birth to the greatest thing I have ever done with my life, then you would have a ring from me on your finger,”

“We talked about this,” She sighed “We were never meant to be anything more than friends, and we tried to be, and we got Beth out of it, but as a couple we never worked, you were too jealous whenever another guy came around me and I didn’t trust you whenever you went off with Sam to do a job,”

“That is complete bullshit!” I barked, raising my voice a little higher than I had meant to “You know damn well that we made a perfect couple, you just wanted to do something else for your life and you gave our daughter to your father because you wanted to live a little more before you toughened up and became a mother,”

I heard the smack ring through the house before I felt the sting on my cheek from where her palm had just landed hard and fast.

“How dare you?!” She seethed at me “I was already doing jobs for Avenged when I found out that I was pregnant, people already
had me on their radar and before she was even born we both knew that she wasn’t safe,” She paused to take a breath “And you
were too busy playing the part of little soldier with Sam for your fucking father, and you knew that you couldn’t take good enough care of her either, she was safer without us!”

“So then why did you bring her back?” I asked slowly.

“Because she’s my daughter…” She sighed “Physically she was safer away from us, but I knew that if I didn’t bring her back so that
we could raise her almost the way we are supposed to, she would be emotionally ruined for the rest of her life, I couldn’t have her thinking that her own parents didn’t love her enough,”
~~~~
Erin
Fucking Dean…

He knew that I hated talking about all of the decisions we had made within the first year of Beth’s life, but he always insists on bringing it up and making me hate myself… making me regret everything I ever put our baby through.

“… I couldn’t have her thinking that her own parents didn’t love her enough,”

He didn’t say anything once I finished spilling my guts out to him, but his hands reached out and placed themselves on my hips and gently pulled me towards him and I found myself stepping forward, stepping closer to him and pressing my hands lightly against his chest as he lowered his head and pressed his lips against mine. I found myself kissing him back, just as gently and as passionately as he was kissing me.

This kiss was different than the ones that we had last shared, it was slow, sensual, passionate and gentle all at the same time and our bodies movies together, reacting to one another as he took a step backwards and sat back down in the chair that he had occupied a few minutes ago.

I gave in and melted against the warmth of his body and slid my hands up his chest and over his shoulder – being careful over his wound – and draped my arms over his shoulders as he pulled me into his lap. His right hand drifted underneath my shirt, ravelling around my back and his fingers tickled over my spine. His tongue darted out from between his lips and prodded at mine for a moment before I slipped my mouth open and allowed his tongue to enter and slide against my tongue, and he alternated between twisting his tongue with mine and using his teeth to gently nip at my bottom lip, making me moan out ever so softly. A sudden twinge shoots down my body and into the apex of my thighs, causing my breath to catch in my throat.

Luckily, the lack of alcohol in my system allowed his kiss to clear my head of any haze of anger that had been swirling around up there before. My body seemed to be reacting to his touch as though it had never been touched before, if I didn’t know any better I would have forgotten that I had ever been touched by him before.

I shifted my body against his, settling myself further down on his lap and felt his hand slide down the front of my bottoms and rub against my panties. His eyes flicked up to mine as a soft moan slipped from my lips and he held me In his gaze. I don’t quite know how, but without much struggling my bottoms were removed and my panties had gone with them and Dean’s finger pressed against my clit, rubbing in slow, circular motions, teasing my most sensitive area. Not once did he take his eyes off of me, we’re lost in one another’s eyes, understanding wriggling itself between us. His finger continues to slide between my legs and the
wetness he finds there invites him in and one finger slips inside of me without any trouble while his thumb takes over rubbing at my clit, making me shudder. I rolled my hips up against him, meeting his finger with every movement as he thrust in and out of me, the tips of his fingers pushing against my g-spot perfectly.

Biting my lip, my head falls back and my eyes slip closed as I feel the tightening of my building climax.

“Dean,” I cried out softly as my orgasm coursed through my body before I fell limp against him, dropping my head onto his uninjured shoulder, my muscles relaxing.

When I finally managed to regain my composure, I reached down and grabbed the buckle of his belt and undid it before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them off of his legs along with his boxers.

He pulls his fingers out from where they were buried deep inside of me and wraps his hand around the base of his cock, rubbing it a few times before holding it still as I lift myself off of him a little, positioning myself over his head before slowly dropping myself onto him. Both of us moaned together at the feeling of him sinking deep inside of me, stretching me in every which way.

Our bodies start to move together again, as he moves his lips against me before pulling back, I gently bounce myself on top of him, making us cry out together as pleasure tears through us like it hasn’t for a long time. My walls tremble as he moves inside of me, I feel my insides grasping onto his shaft as e thrusts. My hands move to the back of his head and I tangle my fingers in his hair and tug almost harsh at it as I drop my head back onto his shoulder and switch from bouncing to grinding.

“Fuck, Erin…” He calls out, and I can feel him beginning to lose control although he is trying to hold on to everything he had.

I start grinding harder and faster against him, raising the level of our moans as my walls start to contract and pulse and I feel another orgasm take over my body.

“Dean-“ I moan “Oh God, Dean!” I cry out as I come around him, crashing my lips against his so that he swallows the rest of my
moans. I nibble at his bottom lip and kiss along his jawline before nipping at his earlobe with my teeth. He moans against me, jaw clenched, eyes screwed shut as though he is afraid to open them in case he realised that none of this is really happening.

“Erin!” He groans through clenched teeth as his own orgasm shudders through his body.

I feel his cock pulse inside me, spilling every last drop of his come inside of me. He wraps his arm around my back and pulls me closer against him and we stay like that for what feels like forever before we finally pull apart and I climb off of him and stand on
shaking legs.

“Erin,” He whispers as I pull my clothes back on “Erin… please don’t go,”

I open my mouth to speak but I’m cut off by the sound of my phone ringing on the table. I look at it and see Zack’s name flashing up on the screen.

“Don’t answer it,” He pleads.

“I have to,” I tell him as I lift the phone and answer it, pressing it to my ear “Zack?” I ask into the phone.

“Erin, where are you?” He asks, sounding panicked and a little out of breath “Matt says you’re not at the house,”

“I went to check on Beth and we… we were shot at, Dean took the bullet and I was fixing him up,” I told him honestly, leaving out the
sexy, cheating details.

“Shit,” He breaths into the phone “Are you alright? Beth, Dean, are they alright?”

“We’re all fine,” I told him, my eyes locking onto Dean’s “What’s going on?” I asked “Where are you?”

“She’s home…” He told me with a sigh of relief “Somehow she got herself home… apparently it doesn’t look good so we’re all headed back to the house, meet us there,”

Notes

Finally!
More Erin and Dean smut and a whole load of violence on Hannah's part.
How did she get home?
Stay tuned to find out! More to come soon!

~ LMV