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Home	By : lilmisslesley Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 1267 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Depeche Mode. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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"Shit." he swore under his breath.
It was shaping up to be a day from hell. He had arrived in the country hoping to have a break, but had ended up fielding a barrage of phonecalls from every lawyer, financial advisor and accountant he'd ever heard of. Now a migraine was beginning, making his head throb in time with the wipers screeching against the windscreen of the car he was currently sat in.
Thankfully, his driver was the silent type and he could just let his exhaustion wash over him as he sprawled across the spacious rear seat of the car.
"Another five minutes Mr. Gore."
He nodded at the driver, grinding the heels of his hands over his eyes to try and wipe away the feelings of fatigue threatening to overwhelm him.
Suddenly, he was catapulted forwards, making him cry out. His driver had slammed on the breaks with a gruff shout and they had squealed to a stop in the middle of the road. The only sounds were the thundering of his heart in his ears and the soft sounds of raindrops hitting the car.
Eventually, he managed to pant out his question to the driver, "What the...?"
"Something in the road. I don't know if we hit it."
Both men got out of the car and were instantly met by the biting chill of the wind and the rain. Burying himself deeper in his jacket Martin walked towards the pool of light being cast on to the dark tarmac of the road by the car's headlights.
"Jesus Christ! Did we hit her?"
"I don't know Mr. Gore."
It was the body of a woman, long wet hair was plastered over her face, obscuring her identity, and one leg lay under her at an awkward angle. She shifted slightly, groaning.
Martin released a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. She was alive.
"We've got to get her out of the road, come on."
The driver shook himself out of a trance and both men bent down and hauled the limp body of the girl up off the road and staggered to the back of the car. Even through her clothes, Martin could feel she was skinny, and she wasn't a heavy weight, he could have lifted her on his own, but her lifelessness made her awkward to carry, and it took some minutes of manoeuvring before they had successfully laid her along the back seat.
He brushed some of the wet strands of hair from her face and was struck by two things, first was the large lump on her head, presumably from whatever it was that had happened to cause her to be lying in the road, and second was how tired she looked.
Sighing he slammed the car door shut and got into the front with the driver.
"We'd better get her to a hospital."
"It wasn't me. We didn't hit anything, we'd have felt it. She was already in the road."
"I know. But we can't just leave her in the gutter can we?"
Nodding, the driver put the car in gear and pulled smoothly away into the rain-filled dark.
The first thing she was aware of was the throbbing in her head. A nagging ache that called her back to consciousness. She screwed up her face trying to clear the sensation, only to feel it get worse.
It was then that she remembered what had happened. The chase, the fall, and then just a jumble - a man's voice, the cold rain, then blackness. But she wasn't in the rain now, she wasn't even outside.
She cracked her eyes open to take in her surroundings.
"Still dark," she thought, "I guess I haven't been out long."
She was in a car, the back seat of a car, opposite her she could see the orange streetlights going past the window as it moved. Under her hands, she could feel the upholstery, leather. Once she realised it, she could smell it as well. The car was expensive, and fairly new.
Slowly, trying not to catch the driver's attention, she moved her arms up above her head, to the door of the car. Getting out was going to be a difficult trick to pull off, but she wasn't inclined to wait around and see what happened when the car stopped and her stalker was free to deal with her again.
Panic rose again as she thought of him, the shadowy figure that had followed her through the streets and currently had her bundled up in the back of his car driving to God knows where.
She took a deep breath, forcing herself to focus on her task. Carefully she began to skim her hands over the door by her head, searching each inch with her fingertips until she found the smooth metal of the door handle. Steeling herself, she gently pulled on it, waiting for the click of the door opening, only to feel nothing.
She bit down hard on her lip in her frustration, and slid her hands further up, searching for the lock on the inside of the door. If the man turned round now he'd notice for certain that she was awake, and then what? She could feel her heart hammering in her chest as she searched, fighting the instinct to move faster, until eventually her fingers closed around the lock. She pushed it upwards until it locked into place, and returned her hands to her sides, simply laying still for a while so she could gather her strength for the next challenge.
Again she reached above her head for the door handle, finding it faster this time, and wrapping her fingers around it. She hesitated for a moment, realising she was about to throw herself head first out of a moving car. She had no idea how fast it was traveling, maybe she should wait until the car stopped, maybe she didn't have that much time to make her escape. She didn't know where they were by now either, she could be throwing herself into anything. Waves of hopelessness closed in on her, and her grip on the handle began to weaken.
"Not much further now."
Oh God, he spoke, he knew she was awake. She was about to cry out, shout at him, scream for help, when a second voice replied.
"Good. It's turning out to be kind of a long day."
There were a few sounds of forced laughter before silence fell again.
"Two men?" she thought, "It keeps getting worse."
Then it dawned on her, she had heard her stalker speak, and he sounded nothing like either of these men. She was safe.
Her body sagged with relief for a moment, before she realised that she was still stuck in a car with two strangers. Just because they weren't her stalker didn't mean she was out of the woods.
She made her decision, she wasn't going to lie there and accept whatever was going to happen, she had made the same decision a month ago, and despite her current situation, she knew it had been the right thing to do then, and was the right thing to do now.
She sat up.
"Where are you taking me?"
The driver was startled, and swerved out into the middle of the road momentarily, before correcting himself and steering back into lane.
The other man turned to face her, her view of him still somewhat obscured by the headrest of his seat, but she could make out his hair, curled and damp with rain.
"You're awake. How's your head? Looked like a nasty bump."
"It hurts. Where are we going? What happened?"
"We found you lying in the road. We're going to take you to the hospital, make sure you're not concussed or something."
"No! I'm fine, I don't need to go to the hospital."
"Look, I really think that..."
"I said no. Let me out."
"Don't be ridiculous. Look, we'll drive you home. It's pissing down out there, we can't just..."
"Let me out. Now!" she was practically screaming at him now.
"NO! Listen to me, I'm not just going to kick a woman out of the car, into the pouring rain, in the crap part of town, in the middle of the fucking night. So either we go to the hospital or we drive you home."
The driver shifted in his seat, feeling uncomfortable at the increasingly heated exchange going on between his passengers. He was all for kicking the bitch out and getting it over with.
"Just drop me off near the city centre then."
"No. Why are you being so fucking awkward about this?"
"Because I've got nowhere to fucking go!"
She flung herself back against the plush leather seat, staring hard out of the window to the side of her, biting the inside of her cheek to stop the tears from falling. Only silence came from the front of the car.
"Go back to the house." The passenger eventually spoke.
The driver opened his mouth to protest, but was met with a steely command of
"Do it."
With a sigh the driver altered his route again, heading back out of the city centre.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her temper flaring back up again.
"Taking you home."
"What? You can't just drive off with me. It's kidnap. You'll be arrested."
"Then get me arrested. I've already explained to you that I'm not going to send you off into the night, especially not now I know you've nowhere to go."
"Who the hell do you think you are?"
He turned to fully face her, leaning around the back of his chair, and looked her straight in the eye.
"Someone who always gets their own way."
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