Undone

Chapter 1

She hated thunderstorms.

Bianca jumped whenever the lightning flashed through her windows, igniting her bedroom for a few seconds before returning to darkness. She lived alone in the woods of Aberdeen, Washington, just on the outskirts of the town. It was a rainy season in Aberdeen, so it was a good thing her house was built high up on a hill or else she'd be flooded out for sure. Her cabin house squeaked as fierce winds blew against it, but Bianca knew she was safe. It wouldn't budge. The house was built from scratch, courtesy of her deceased husband, Myron. It'd been 5 years since his tragic accident and Bianca still missed him deeply, but her mourning had ceased for the most part. She had good and bad days. It was hard being a widow at the tender age of 22, but Bianca got through it the best she could and remained strong.

Right out of high school, Bianca agreed to marry Myron when he proposed since they were high school sweethearts. Together all 4 years and never once splitting, no matter how bad the fights they had were. They always stuck together no matter what and never let peer pressure claim them. Bianca was in the drama department and choir along with Myron, who also took shop to learn how to build things like a house. Bianca had just turned 18 a month prior to graduation and Myron proposed to her at her graduation party after the ceremony.

Closing her eyes, Bianca remembered it as if it happened yesterday. She'd worn a white lace dress that had a dipped neckline, the dress flooding around her knees. Myron had worn a crisp black dress shirt and slacks, his twinkling green eyes full of love and light. He was the perfect man for her, the only man Bianca had ever been with and they had waited until their wedding night to have sex. It was a mutual agreement between them because they wanted their first time to be unforgettable, even if it wasn't done perfectly. Bianca had never met anyone like him in her life, having grown up with him in the small town of Aberdeen and somehow they managed to find each other. She remembered him walking directly over to her and taking both of her hands, softly kissing her lips. Then, he kneeled in front of Bianca and presented her with a beautiful single round diamond ring set on a gold band, asking her to become his wife. Bianca cried her eyes out, nodding through tears and hugged Myron tightly, hearing the applause from her family behind them.

He was 18 as well, both of them completely in love and Bianca's parents instantly gave their blessing along with Myron's. The kids had been together far too long for them to question if marriage was what they wanted. Myron's mother, Lydia, had come to her graduation party for this special occasion since her beloved son filled her in on what was going on. Lydia had helped him pick the ring out since he'd saved money from his job at the local mechanic shop his father owned. Bianca had never taken the ring off, not even when she showered or cooked, wanting it with her always. Even now, she still wore it 5 years since Myron's untimely death. No matter how hard she tried, Bianca couldn't remove it and didn't know if she ever would because it was part of him she kept with her always.

Their wedding was thrown together pretty quickly, thanks to their mothers and they were married in August, 3 months after the engagement, in a beautiful ceremony. Her wedding dress was her mother's, long sleeved and ivory with lace hemming and a cathedral train. It fit her perfectly and Bianca had no problem wearing her mother's wedding dress, having been in love with it since she was a little girl. Around 50 people attended the wedding with Bianca's parents covering the wedding itself and Myron's taking care of the reception afterwards. They were married in the local church Bianca used to attend every Sunday, back when she used to have all the faith in the world. Losing her husband had made all of her faith vanish into thin air along with any hope, the light completely dead in her sky blue eyes.

It was a fairytale come true and Bianca was the princess being swept off of her feet by her prince charming. At least, that's what she thought at the time. Myron had saved up some money and received a nice chunk from his parents, deciding he would build his family a strong sturdy home. Bianca wanted to have children with him, to start their family and luckily Myron had gotten a great job with the city. Basically, he went out to reconstruct and build old landmarks and bridges along with anything the city needed done. With that money combined with working part time at his father's shop, Myron brought him a nice chunk of change every week to support his family. He never wanted his wife to work a day in her life, especially since they planned on having kids and Bianca had no problem with it.

Snapping out of her thoughts, Bianca jumped when another streak of lightning flashed through the window, a shiver shooting down her spine. She left the bedroom to check the thermostat in the hallway and turned the heat up when she saw it was only 60 degrees in the house. Even having light blue fleece pants and a matching long sleeved top on with warm socks, it didn't get rid of the chill that entered the house. Her light brown hair hung down around her shoulders loosely, Bianca never doing anything with it. There was no point. A rumble of thunder suddenly shook the house's foundation, making Bianca's eyes widen. A few seconds later, the lights went out blanketing Bianca in complete darkness.

"Damn it." She groaned in a mutter, trying to feel through the darkness and slowly adjusting her eyes, heading toward the stairs to see if she could make it to the basement to check the fuse box.

Unbeknownst to Bianca, the storm hadn't been the reason for all the lights going out. "Well that was too fucking easy." The man said to no one in particular, an evil smirk curving his lips as he slid the wire cutters into his back jean pocket.

Pulling out his lock pick next, he squatted down and began working the door open since he'd also cut her security alarm system. That was easy too. The woman obviously didn't think anyone would find her way out in the middle of the woods, but she couldn't have been more wrong. Hearing the click on the door, the man silently turned the doorknob and entered the house, looking behind him to make sure nobody had followed him. Silly superstition way out here, but one could never be too careful when breaking and entering. He heard a soft voice in the next room, quietly making his way through the kitchen and stopped, turning his face to look up at the ceiling. This would be like taking candy from a baby.

"Come to Daddy, Princess."

Somehow, someway Bianca made it safely downstairs without breaking her neck, chalking it up to knowing the house like the back of her hand. She headed toward the kitchen since the fuse box was in the pantry and stopped short when creaking sounded behind her. Bianca whipped around, breathing a little heavier and didn't see anything, a deep frown forming on her face. What the hell was going on? Normally, she didn't lose power during thunderstorms, not even if they were severe. She had a generator that should've kicked on by now, but nothing was happening. Turning her back on that creaking noise was a mistake. The next second, Bianca was grabbed from behind, one strong arm wrapping around her waist to lock her arms at her sides and another over her mouth. She immediately screamed, thrashing around in the intruder's arms and felt tears pool in her eyes. Her back pressed tightly against a muscular chest that felt like a brick wall only softened because of flesh. She stopped struggling when the intruder applied more pressure over her mouth, making her neck arch back against the rock hard shoulder the arm was attached to. Whimpering, Bianca closed her eyes as tears poured down her face and could only hope whatever this monster had planned for her happened quickly.

His lips rested against the shell of her ear, hot breath caking her lobe. "Calm down, sweetheart, or things will have to get messy." He warned in a low gritty voice, eyes narrowing when she continued struggling. "Right now I'm being nice, but I can get mean fast."

Dragging her into the kitchen over to the counter, he grabbed a white cloth that had a strong odor coming from it. He prepped it quickly as soon as he entered the house so it would be ready to use if need-be. When the woman refused to stop struggling, he snatched it and instantly put it over her mouth, knowing it would only take one big breath. Bianca tried not breathing the foul smell in, but it was either that or passing out from lack of oxygen. As soon as she inhaled, darkness quickly swallowed her whole and her body slumped against the intruder, eyes closed. Lifting her up with ease, the intruder sat her down in a nearby chair and tied her wrists together skillfully. She'd never be able to get out of those knots, not unless they were cut off with a sharp object.

"That's it, sweetheart, have a little nap. When you wake up, you'll be in a completely different world." He promised with a dark chuckle, whipping his phone out to send his partners in crime a quick text message to let them know his job was finished.

Tossing the sleeping beauty over his broad shoulder, the intruder left without a trace and laid her in the backseat of his getaway car. As an afterthought, he pulled out more rope and tied her feet together, even though she wouldn't be waking up for quite a while. He'd kept the cloth over her mouth and nose a few seconds longer than necessary. Slipping behind the wheel, he fired up the ignition and took off out of the wooded area, heading for the highway to meet up with his partners.

Deep sapphire eyes looked through raven angled bangs that hung down the side of her face. Kavari blew a breath up, trying to get her bangs to rest on the side of her eye instead of in it. She had waist length raven hair that hugged around her perfectly just above her backside. Gritting her teeth, Kavari currently lay under a pipe on a sink she was trying to fix the leaking it kept having. Every time someone washed a customer's hair in this godforsaken sink, a mini lake developed under it. She pulled it apart and put nylon tape inside the threads, piecing it back together carefully. Now all Kavari had to do was test the waters, so to speak, and see if the leaking had finally been fixed. Sliding from beneath the sink, Kavari rose to her feet and crossed her fingers before turning the faucet on, a bright smile crossing her face when no lake started forming under it.

"Hey Lisa, the dreaded #3 is fixed. You can thank my father for telling me how to fix it over the phone." Kavari crowed proudly, dusting her hands off on her faded blue jeans.

Lisa laughed softly. "I can't believe you got it fixed. Tell your pops I owe him a steak dinner the next time he's in town."

Laughing, Kavari put her tools away in the closet and washed her hands, drying them off applying lotion so they wouldn't chap up. "Will do. Hey before I forget about it, here's my $300 for my station rent." She slapped the money down on the counter.

Kavari had been a cosmetologist for the last 3 years after graduating from beauty school. Anyone who had hair, no matter how fried or horribly cut it was, she could color, cut, trim, shave and highlight it with no problems. Whatever a person wanted, she could do and loved challenges. Lisa had visited the beauty school she attended in Nashville, Tennessee and was very impressed with Kavari's work, offering her a job on the spot. They became fast friends and Lisa was like a sister to her since they'd known each other for 3 long years. Whatever problems Lisa had, she always went to Kavari and had planned on asking to make her a partner when the time was right.

"Ah yes, my children in college. Thank you." Lisa joked, giggling and took the money, placing it in her purse since she was on her way out the door.

"No problem, I'm heading home. It's getting really dark outside and it's almost 9. See you tomorrow."

Kavari's shift was usually 12-8 PM, but she scheduled anyone when they needed her help. Pulling her red hooded sweatshirt on, she zipped it up and walked out of the salon, taking her plastic apron off in the process. She grabbed her keys out of her purse while trekking on the sidewalk, the neon sign Hairdresser's Inc. flashing for a second before turning off. Rounding the corner heading to the parking lot, Kavari arrived at her car and slid the key into the lock of her red Acura, but never had a chance to open it. Out of nowhere, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her arms, pinning them to her sides and pulled her back against a solid chest. Kavari snapped her head up while struggling against her assailant and locked eyes with a second man. He had long silky black hair hanging in his face, so she couldn't see who it was. She didn't recognize him, but the second he stepped too close, Kavari hauled off burying her foot in his lower genitals, not stopping her struggling trying to break free.

"MOTHER FUCKER!" The long black haired man roared, cupping his lower extremities and hissed through his teeth, stormy grey eyes staring at her hardening. "GET CONTROL OF THIS BITCH BEFORE I DO! Believe me, she doesn't want me handling her!" He howled, trying not to hit his knees from the crushing shot he took to his nut sack. Pretty sure his balls had lodged in his throat, if she kicked him any harder, he'd be puking right now.

The other man with two-toned hair of black and a quarter blonde narrowed his eyes, burying his hand in the woman's black thick tresses, snarling in her ear. "If you know what's good for you, little bitch, you'll settle the fuck down before we put you OUT."

He could feel her trembling from head to toe against him and nodded at his partner, who had thick rope in his hands. Quickly, they tied her hands behind her back while she stayed still, but the two-toned haired man didn't release her for a second. When he thought their victim would fight back again, his hand moved from her hair to her neck, squeezing ever so slightly.

"Don't think for a second I won't snap this pretty neck right off your shoulders, girl. Now calm the fuck down and STAY STILL."

The long haired man scowled at her once he finished tying her hands up and immediately ripped a piece of duct tape off of a roll they had, planting it over her mouth. "Let's go. She's got friends here and they might've spotted us."

"Time to go, baby." Lifting her up, the two-toned haired man planted her in the trunk of the car and they sped away from the salon moments later. "Well, that wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be…"

"Speak for yourself, dickhead." His partner growled angrily. "You weren't kicked in the balls." They both hoped their partner in Aberdeen, Washington had better luck retrieving his victim than they did.