*Patrick's pov* 

I laid on the bed in the room I was trapped in. My hands had red marks where the rope was digging into my skin. I messed up today, so my punishment was to be tied to the bed and not be fed for three days. I don't know how I messed up, just that they said I did. So most likely that they just wanted to see me suffer even more than I was already. 

I closed my eyes and pictured Missy's smiling face, Alexis laughing at something, Brayson shacking his head with a smile. It was all I could to imagine the ones I loved. They were the only reason I was still going when I just wanted to give up. It would be easier than this. Yet I know that I will get to hug them once again. I might be gone, but I had to keep them in my thoughts. 

I looked over at the door has Bill come in with a smile. He was enjoying his talks with Missy too much. He told me she didn't have a clue, and that left me hallow until I realized that she was dealing with the Red Stars. They aren't easy people to fine, mostly since they move me so often. I don't blame her. In his hand he was holding a toy. It was a bird, and the more I looked at it, I saw it was a hawk. He placed it next to me and smiled down at me. The toy smelled like her, like she touched it, and on the way to give it to me, the scent never left it. 

"That is a gift from Missy," Bill told me sitting down. I wanted to pick it up, but I couldn't reach it with my hands tied to the bed. I knew they weren't going to untie me until they felt like it. They always do. 

"Where was she?" I asked, craving the details of her. I always did, and Bill enjoyed taking his time with them. 

"She was at a fair," he answered playing with a string on his shirt. "She was with someone who I think's name is Matt. They seemed to be having a very good time together. I don't even think you came into her mind until I mentioned your name. Even then it seemed like it was only a moment." 

"No," I said, shacking my head. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. Missy with another man? No, she wouldn't forget me, not when I needed her. She would give her life to find me, I knew it. She cared too much about me to just let me go! Yet I've been gone so long that maybe she has too move on to keep herself happy. I mean two years is a long time. "No," I said again, but more to myself than him. "You're- you're lying!" 

"Am I Patrick? Am I lying?" he asked laughing. "You would like me too, but some things are just the cold, hard truth. You are going to have to let go of her if she is going to move on from you, aren't you? Another woman lost in your life." 

"Be quite," I said, anger raising in me. It was bad enough that my wife might be moving on from me, but I didn't need reminders of the past. 

"What was that?" he asked me. If I has done something before, I was going to do something even worse.

"Get out." 

"What?" 

"Get. Out. Now." 

"You are going to tell me what to do? Who do you think you are to do that?" 

"Someone who is tired of you speaking to me! I just want to go home! I am tired of this, all of this! I am tired of not being able to see my wife and children, and I just want to leave this place!" 

"You want to leave the Red Stars?" Bill asked, slamming his fist next to my head. I looked him in the eye, and the pure hatred was clear in it. "Let me tell you something Patrick. You are never leaving this place. If you wish to tell me that you miss your wife again, I will bring her here and then you both can be together again. I can even bring your children if that is what you want. So do not tell me about what you want. You no longer get to say anything about it anything any more. You have had too much freedom." 

He took his fist from the side of my head. He looked down at my face, and in one motion his punch was planted on my nose. I winced, and another blow come to my jaw. He continued to hit me, and not just the face. He hit my in the arm, the legs, and kicked me in the side. All I could do was wince in pain, and cry for him to stop. Blood ran down my face from my nose. I looked up with one eye shut, most likely bruised so much that it was shut closed. All he had was a cold smile. He leaned down and covered my mouth with his hand. 

"You will not speak to me unless spoken to," he told me, my eye wide in terror. I was in his mercy and that was all I would be in. If he didn't have mercy one day, I would be killed. "You will be feed only once a week, maybe twice. You will be kept tied to this bed and not allowed to move from it. You will be beat like this if you break any of these rules. Oh, and one more rule," he said leaning in to whisper it in my hear. "No mention of Missy Jane. Enjoy Patrick," he said taking his hand off of my mouth and walking out the door. 

Tears were forming at the corner of my eyes. No more talking about Missy. How could I not talk about Missy? She was my everything. She was the only reason I had all the things I cared for, and was mine. If I wasn't even allowed to say her name I might go crazy. I sat in my room and when I was upset I would always say her name. The way it felt right on my tongue, like something sweet that never went away when I said it. Now that thing was gone. I wasn't even allowed to speak without being beat like this again. 

Tears and blood mixed. They did it, I thought. They finally broke me. The first day I was brought here I promised not to tear, not to sob for long. Yet I couldn't help it. I cried and sobbed for what seemed like hours. I couldn't stop them from falling, like I was a child crying out for their mother. The sores didn't help, my ribs pushing against my lungs, pain seeping in every inch of my body. Two women came and cleaned the blood off my skin, making me drink water and then they left. I still cried. I couldn't stop it, and if I didn't, I would be hit again, maybe even harder. I decided to count to three and stop the pain, the tears. 

One. Let the tears fall, blink and kept breathing. Don't think about the pain, just breath. 

Two. She wouldn't want to see me this way. She would want me to be normal, acting like it didn't hurt me. That showed them that they had won. I couldn't let them win. Never. 

Three. I opened my eyes, and the tears stopped falling. My breath was normal, and after a while, it seemed like I didn't break down at all. It just seemed like I was laying here and thinking to myself. I sighed and closed my eyes. Missy's face and her laugh was what filled my dreams that night. 

I don't have much to say after all of that. I hoped you enjoyed the chapter! Peace out my Stars!