There was slight shuffling in the room when I came to again. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting. I was lying on a dirty, dust ladened floor covered in my own vomit. My head felt like it was going to fall off my overly sore body.

"Ugh. Shit, that hurts." I groaned, rolling over onto my side. I looked around, trying to figure out where the hell I was. The room was dimly lit and looked more like some little efficiency apartment than office space. There was even a little eat-in kitchen with a two-person table.

When did I get here? Where exactly was here anyway? Why did my head hurt so badly?

I heard tiny sobs across the room. The hair on my body stood up when I recognized my little brother's cries. I turned my head in the direction of the sound and searched for him. My vision kept going in and out making it difficult to find him. I blinked a few times rapidly until the blur was just on the edges of my sight.

When I regained a little bit of my focus, I saw Jax in the corner on a thin mattress, shackled to a metal bed frame. He was in just his boxers and covered in brownish-green bruises. There was a large angry gash across his forehead that looked fresh and another one on his bicep that looked like it had been festering for a while. It was red around the edges, with little red lines forming around it. There was a yellowish liquid surrounding it. It looked really infected. It had to hurt a lot. I had to find a way to get him out of here and to the hospital. 

Whatever had happened to my little brother the night she took him, at least Jackson Miller didn't go down without a fight.

"Jessa, please help me." He yanked his bruised wrists against the cuffs holding him in place. His eyes were red and bloodshot like she had drugged him. The dark circles under his sunken, pale skin made his fear-filled light blue eyes stand out that much more. He looked petrified.

I tried to pull myself to my feet to get to him, but I could barely push myself up. I fell back to the floor with a hard thud and fought back a frustrated scream. I didn't want Jax to know how broken my body felt.  It would only scare him that much more.

"It won't come loose." He cried, shaking the bed frame.

"Calm down, Jax. I will figure something out." I tried to turn my head and was rewarded with a sharp pain shooting up and down my neck.

"Do you have your phone? Can you call someone?" He asked.

"No, I dropped it when Jenna attacked me. It is on the floor down the stairs." I crawled slowly over to the side of the bed. It was the best I could do at this point. I studied the frame, trying to figure out how to get him free. It was held together by screws and nuts. If I could find something to loosen them, I could remove the bar holding him in place and get us both out of here.

"What are we going to do, Jessa?" He cried again.

I grabbed his shackled hand and squeezed it with the little strength I could find. I took a deep breath to steady myself. He was scared and I had to be strong for him just like he was when I needed him. We were in this together. We would find a way to survive this as long as we had each other.

"Jax, listen to me. I need you to calm down. You see that bar behind you. If we can loosen it, I can get you out. Now, I need you to think because we both know you are the smart one in the family." I raised myself to my knees and placed my hand on his pale, sweat-covered face. His skin was on fire, the infection must have been spreading. He was going to die if I didn't find a way to break him free.

"It won't move." He screamed and began pulling at the cuffs violently.

"Just breathe and think. I know it's hard right now, but you have to. Have you seen anything in here that could loosen the screws?"

"I don't know." He screamed, fighting against the metal again in a blind panic. Jax was going to hurt himself worse if he kept this up.

"Hey Jackson, you have to stay calm, remember?" I smiled at him and cupped his stress-filled face with my hand.

"You're terrible at rescuing people." He whimpered, sinking into my hand further.

"I'm bad at a lot of things, including being a big sister, but I still try, though." I shrugged back.

"No, you're a great big sister. You wouldn't have come to get me if you weren't." He smiled back.

"That just makes me extremely stupid," I said, wiggling the bar behind him.

"Well, I'm glad you're an idiot then." Jax started pulling at the bar with me, trying to break it free. Even with our collective effort, it still wasn't enough to get it to budge.

"Scoot over a bit and hold still. I'm going to try something." I said when another idea popped into my head.

I climbed next to him on the bed and began kicking at the bar. My legs were a lot stronger than my arms. I had spent a ton of time building up the muscles in my thighs when I was a hypersexual manic headcase. I had a lot of stamina and at least that might be good for something now. I should have thought about trying this earlier.

On the third attempt, I felt the bar give a little and shift. I kicked out hard again and it shifted even more this time. The metal was starting to bend and warp. This was working.

I began to kick out again and I felt a hand grab my hair and throw me down to the floor.

"Jess!" Jax screamed.

Jenna was on top of me again. This time with a syringe in her hand. I tried to knock it out, but she pushed my hands out of the way and sunk it deep into my neck roughly. I cried out as the liquid inside burned into me.

I clutched my neck as she jumped back, laughing.

"What did you give me?" I asked, feeling sick almost immediately.

"I stole a little extra morphine from the hospital the night you were there. I saw how much you loved it when I shot it into your IV. You're a little drug slut, aren't you Jessa? It looks like we have something in common." She beamed down at me. She was so proud of herself. I don't know how my dad could have ever loved this woman.

"I am nothing like you." I spat as my limbs started to tingle and go numb. My already weak muscles felt like rubber. I began sweating and felt shivers running down my body as my skin grew cold. I felt like I was lying naked in the snow in the middle of winter.

"Everything about you is me. It's like looking in a fucking mirror. Same condition, same drugs of choice, same desperate need to be loved and never finding it because someone else is always there to snatch it from you. Little girl, you are me." She slammed my head back against the floor.

I was rolling around, trying to fight against the drugs in my system as everything around me dulled. My heart felt like it was slowing; the colors in the room were fading. Everything that was once blue was now gray.

I was falling.

"I...I c-c-can't...emmmhh." I groaned, unable to continue on. I couldn't breathe to speak.

"Aww, did I give you too much, you little whore?" Jenna taunted me.

Everything around me slipped away from me again.