She thanked the Lord that they had to stop at a train track because a train of time was approaching. Bryant let out a roar of fustration, smacking the heels of his hands into the steering wheel. Frightened, Bridget cried, "Why are you doing this to me? WHY?!"

"I think since I have the gun," Bryant said nonchalantly, "I'll ask the questions." A devastating blow knocked Bridget as the back of the gun dove into a spot on her head. She let out an unrecognizable cry as Bryant ran his fingers through his hair. Bridget rubbed her growing bump with flowing tears as Bryant continued.

"No one leaves me, do you understand that?" Bryant laughed, turning up the radio a bit. "You are mine. You belong to me."

"I belong...to no one," Bridget spittled, her head pounding as if someone was hammering the walls of her skulls.

"Ya see," Bryant replied, smacking his hand into Bridget's side. "That's where you're WRONG! You seem to be real cozy with this Frankie guy. And that's not cool with me."

"Do you think you can treat people this way?!" Bridget yelled, shoving his arm as she slowly sat up. Bryant turned lethargicially as his anger boiled in his blood while she continued. "You're a sick bastard. I know what love feels like. It doesn't hurt, doesn't make you feel worthless." He lunged at her with an open fist as he clung it to her throat like barnicles to a ship bottom. She let out a choked gasp.

"I've heard enough of your lip," he told her, shoving her violently to the car floor. Honks of impatientness surrounded Bryant as he put the petal to the metal, racing across the train tracks...

Frankie waited at a traffic light, bopping along to P. Diddy's latest hit when he saw a light blue car hobble to the traffic light across the intersection. His heart skipped a beat whe he saw Bryant's fridgid eyes staring into the unknown. Then, a light haired girl popped above the dashboard, her body shaking, pleading to Bryant. The girl was Bridget.

As soon as the light turned green, Frankie acted on impulse, making a shakey, illegal U-Turn. Cars hooted and hollered at Frankie as he started to coast behind Bryant and Bridget. His hands gingerly jumbled over destined keys as he dialed the police. "Hello," he shouted. "Oh my God, My girlfriend's exboyfriend has her hostage in his car...Yes, Bridget Kepler...Oh good God! A police barricade? Yes...I'll follow them..."

"They're going...to find you," Bridget whispered, covering her head in fear of Bryant's response.

"They didn't find me last time, did they?" Bryant asked. "Anyway, I told you to SHUT UP!" Fist of power and authority slammed down on her ribs as she screamed involuntary. Bridget couldn't even graze her hands over her injuries in fear surging pain will travel up and down her beaten body. Her vision was blurring as she tried to focus on where she was. Bridget lost all hope at this point. She felt this was the end. She'd never see Frankie or her family again. She'd never hang out with Tiyanna and Sasha. She'd never make cimmanion toast or Sugar and Spice cookies. She'd never taste the sweet accomplishments of her future; her career, her first car, her future family. Her whole body ached from the multiple blows she recieved curtiousy of Bryant. Bryant grew uneasy at every sound that wasn't the honk of car. Bridget was slipping in and out of conciousness, hoping that if she died, she'd die with Frankie looking at her the way only he could, telling her he loved her. She wrapped her hand around the necklace with shaky hands. She moaned and Bryant looked down at her.

"What is that you're..." Bryant questioned coldy as his pereffreal vision caught sight of a blockade of authority seconds away. He let out a wolf-like cry, veering violently to the right. The car stumbled over sticks and curbs before crashing into a tremendous tree with sickening clangs.

Frankie pulled onto the curb, his adrenaline running full-speed. His sweat mixed with tears as he heard the wailing of the ambulance in the distance. "BRIDGET", he cried despeately as two policemen stopped him. "Please, Please, let me go," he begged, attempting to run through their arms.

"Son, please, let us do our job," the policeman replied glacially. They left him standing there alone, utterly confused and devastaded. His face was contorted with rage and sorrow. He collapsed on the tan curb, watching policemen float around the car like busybees. Frankie's face was blanketed by his hands as his tears dropped like they never have dropped before. He whiped his nose with his arm as his eyes caught a glimmer of something next to him. Gasping from his utter sadness, he picked up the tear-dampened necklace. It was the necklace he gave Bridget that happy night. He laughed a happy chuckle as he stuffed it into his pocket.

~*Several Hours Later*~

"She's stabalized but unresponsive," Dr. Martin informed Frankie, Frankie's Mom and Carmen in the dim hospital lobby. They all held each other's hand in remorse. "She's had quite a roughening up. Several broken ribs, internal bleeding, concussion, ruptured lung. It's hard to tell what could happen at this point. You can see her now."

"Can I go see her alone?" Frankie whispered to them, the screams and buzzing of the monotone speaker system becoming mute to their ears.

Both mothers nodded understandably as Frankie took the longest walk of his minute life. He never wanted to be in a hospital again; the stench of death and dispair surrounding him dampered his hope for Bridget. He turned into room 214 where the ruins of his love lay. The sight was hard to swallow. Her face was almost unrecognizable being plummeted with many ghastly bruises. Her head was heavly wrapped in gauze and hope. Tubing came out of every which way. The slow beeping of the heart monitor called him to an open chair by her right side. He slid down, covering his mouth with his trembling hands. After a few seconds passed, he took out the necklace out of his pocket and placed it into her motionless hand. He covered her hand with his, fighting a fit of tears. Frankie sniffed and roughly layed a kiss on Bridget's frosty lips. "I love you," Frankie whispered loudly, brushing his hand gingerly over her pasty skin. "Do you hear that? I love you. Don't leave."

The heart monitor dropped and rang a death toll of "beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep..."