Poppy's POV (trigger warning - mentioning of abuse, violence, incest)

I woke up and everything hurt. With precaution, I slowly sat myself up, checking my body for injuries. The only thing I spotted on my body were minor ones, like scratches and bruises. Sighing heavily, I looked around. Where the hell was I?

It looked like a dirty prison cell, with a disheveled looking bunk on one wall, a bucket on the other side of the cell. Besides a thin blanket, with stains all over, the room wasn't furnished at all.

Then it came to my mind, what happened. Shooting guns, bullets flying past us, the motorcycle being hit, screaming. The accident.

I tried to wrap my mind around some details, but only one thought manifested inside my brain.

Where is Tommy?

He isn't here, where is he? Is he hurt? Is he alive? All of this was to much for me in that moment, I couldn't help myself and I started sobbing. For myself, for Tommy, for our situation.

Crying silently, I crawled into a corner, trying to figure out, what happened and what was going on now.

Bullet's POV

I woke up and the first second I opened my eyes, something felt terribly off. "P-Poppy?" , I asked with a scratchy throat, trying to get myself into a sitting position.

Hot pain radiated through my body and I couldn't hold in a scream. "Fuck!" Trying to compose myself, I started to feel up my torso. When I touched the right side of my ribs, pain shot through my body again. Well dammit. Broken ribs. Carefully not to move to much, I sat myself up, leaning against the wall. My left leg of my jeans was bloodied, so I assume I have an open fracture, seeing the unnatural position my foot was in. Looking around in this room, I felt the fear taking a harsh grip on me.

Where was Poppy? Was she alright? Is she in pain?

Thoughts over thoughts came to my mind and the pain was no help at all. I could feel myself drifting in and out of unconsciousness.

I didn't know for how long I sat in this shithole, but without any further notice, the cell door got opened.

Two ugly looking men stomped inside.

"Hey, finally... The room service is pretty shitty in here... You lied in your prescription... This definitely is no five star hotel!" I spat at them. The bulky guy on my right rolled his eyes and kicked slightly my injured leg. I threw in a harsh breath, as pain shot through my whole leg. "You mofo!" The guys snickered and both of them came closer. "What do you want?" "The boss wants to talk to you, we guide you to him."

And without giving me a warning, both of them grabbed my arms and yanked me off of the ground. Not being able to breathe the sudden pain away, I yelled loudly. "I bet you're not that cocky, it hurts, huh?" "Eat my shorts, Crabbe." "What did you call me?" "Not what, who. You two remind me of two fictional characters I've read about..." Both looked at me funnily.

"Oh come on... Never read a book? Well maybe you have seen the movies... Ever watched Harry Potter?"

The guy on my left huffed. "Oh good, at least you've heard of it. There are two characters called Crabbe and Goyle and you two remind me of them."

I grinned at them, when they dragged me out of the room, more carrying me, because I wasn't able to walk at all. I kept on blabbering, while I checked out my surroundings. Letting them believe I was totally nuts worked for me every time I was in a, let's say, unfortunate situation. Let's see if it works out here, too.

Both men dragged me into a bright white room, with only a chair in the middle. They seated myself not so gently on the wooden chair and tied me up on the chair. "We should put a gag into his mouth too. He's annoying!"

"Benjamin, how are you talking about our guest of honor? Don't be rude! " A guy in his mid forties appeared in the doorway. "Mister Campbell. What a great honour to finally meet you." ,he said in his finest English accent. I rolled my eyes. "So - not - fair." I sighed. "How come you know my name, but I don't know yours? Crabbe and Goyle over here didn't tell me anything, even though I asked a lot of questions. Pretty rude if you ask me."

The guy took a few steps in my direction. He was dressed all in black, with a walking cane in his hand. "I am sincerely sorry and I want to apologize. My employees don't get payed to answer any questions, that would be my job. You can refer to me as the brilliant David Cameron." I started laughing and his smile crumbled a little. "Oh, I am sorry... I couldn't help myself..." , I pressed through my lips, trying to hold down the laughter. The English prick looked at me confused. "Oh I am sorry, forgot my manners. Well, I laughed because of your name, I am fully aware that it is not your fault at all, but your mother must have had a good sense of humor... Either that or she new that you will turn out to be a homosexual prick..." I grinned at him.

You could say, I've seen it coming. The minute after I said this to Cameron, he took his cane and swinged it, hitting me hard on the side of my face. I felt my lip cracking open and blood flooded into my mouth. Carefully to get a few drops on his feet, I spat out my blood.

"Well that was fun..." I eyed him suspiciously . "Now that we talked about that. Two questions. What do you want? And where the fuck is my girl?"

Cameron laughed out loud. "Well my friend, I guess you are not really in the situation, to demand any answers, are you? But I will tell you something. If you answer my questions, I can show you where your girlfriend is..." Rage filled my brain and body.

"You scumbag, if you hurt her... " "Uh, uh, uh... Don't be so rude. I wasn't the one who took Poppy from me and claimed her to be his girl... Now, behave, and I let you see her."

And with that he started questioning me. For every wrong answer his lackeys punished me, first with punches, later with cuts.

Must have been a pretty mess, seeing me all beaten up, hanging in the ropes of the chair in all my bloody glory. I barely managed to open my eyes, because they were swollen shut. My ribs hurt like hell, obviously making it difficult to breathe.

"All right. Benjamin, Daniel, take him to her. Let her know if she won't answer me, she will get the same treatment, just with a little more extravagance." Cameron nodded at his lackeys and returned around, leaving the room.

"If... You.... Touch.... Her... Kill... You..." I managed to press out, before he left the room. Cameron just smiled at me and came back, nearing himself. "You poor living excuse of a man. She never was yours, she will always be mine. She is my blood."

And with that he hit me one last time, but this time he used all his strength and almost knocked me out. After that the two bulky guys loosened the ropes and I fell face forward onto the floor.

I felt myself drifting back to unconsciousness.

Poppy's POV

It must have been hours since I woke up in this cell. It was barely lit, so I couldn't tell how early or late in the day it was. Or if it was day at all. All I knew was, I was freezing and on the verge of freaking out, because I didn't know where Tommy is.

Suddenly the door to my cell opened up.

"Hello, darlin'. We have a gift to you from our boss. He says when it's your turn for questioning, you better give the right answers, or you end up like this fool. Enjoy the view, precious." , a bulky guy grinned at me and he and another guy dragged in a body. They threw the body inside my cell and closed the door again. Of course they locked the door from the outside.

Carefully not to scare the person in front of me, I neared myself. "Hello? Can you hear... Jesus! TOMMY!" Within an instant I crawled over to him, crying out his name multiple times, while I gently turned him around. Laying my head on his chest, I checked his heartbeat.

I sobbed, glad to hear his heart beating strong against my ear. Checking all his injuries, I tried my best to clean him up. I ripped up my shirt underneath my jacket and took care of his wounds as good as I could. Carefully not to hurt his disheveled body, I cradled his head in my lap, stroking streaks of his hair out of his beaten up face.

After a while Tommy started moving. "P-Poppy?" "Sh,sh... I am here. I am here.", I whispered with tears running down my face. "Did...they...h-hurt..." "No, I haven't seen anyone until they brought you to me. Oh Tommy what did they do to you.... " And then he started chuckling! "They asked me different questions, but I gave them shit... Hey don't you think the two bulky guys look like Crabbe and Goyle from Harry Potter?"

Looking at him with an unreadable expression I just shook my head. Tommy figured fast, that I wasn't laughing with him. He took my hand in his and kissed my hand.

"Don't worry, Poppy. The others are on their way. We will get out of this, together." He looked at me through his swollen eyes. "Would you mind, if we sleep a little? I want to hold you in my arms, yeah?"

With caution, because of his injuries, we managed to get him to the bunk and on top of it. Tommy insisted, that I lay on the side of the wall, because he didn't want me to be the first to see from the doorway. As soon as we were laying on the bunk, he pulled me close to him, sighing deeply. "I love you, Poppy. Now try to sleep, I'll take care of you, love."

I wanted to fight against it and stay awake, because Tommy was in a worse shape than I was, but tiredness overcame me and I started to drift away. The last thing I remembered, was Tommy kissing my forehead and whispering to me.

"For you I would walk through hell, no one hurts my girl again."