Cleo's P.O.V.

After Cameron left it wasn't as bad as I thought it would be. I wasn't really tired anyway so we just binged in the living room. I didn't want to watch a movie in my room. Just because I didn't want to. My mum came home from work and she looked really tired. The circles around her eyes made me worry that she doesn't get enough sleep. Her lack of sleep is insufficient.

Mason fell asleep in Mackenzie's arm and I thought it was adorable but she kept on gagging at him. Mason woke up and said his goodnights to us... eventually. Mackenzie went to bed and I just sat there reminiscing in what I could possibly do.

Hey, it's Kev. I was wondering if we could meet up?

That text message which I haven't replied to yet, made me anxious and worried about why he wants to see me. Hasn't he had enough? I am too ashamed to even think about how he has ruined my life. It wasn't very nice seeing therapy because it got me nowhere. I tried cognitive behavioural therapy, interpersonal therapy and psychodynamic therapy, but it all got me nowhere. People would think I'm overreacting. Me? Overreacting? Ofcourse I would overreact if I had to give my blood away to a total stranger. Who knows what their capable of. Who knows, there is probably something the adoption home study have missed. Ofcourse I would overreact if I get pregnant by someone I've known only a month but got so infatuated with him. Ofcourse I would overreact if he leaves and never contacts me telling me how much of an asshole he is and how much he misses me.

I was just so useless and pathetic. If people get pregnant and the father leaves them, they would just pretend as if nothing happened. The reason being, they never planned their future. I planned mine. I was going to be with him but it all came crushing down in pieces, right infront of me.

I got up and went to the kitchen. I made me some tea and went back to the living room. Before I know it, I'm walking out of the house with my keys and wallet. I get into my car and put my tea in the cup holder, though it's a little wiggly, it will do since there isn't much left. I started driving, it wasn't long since I'm standing infront of Sunrise Roast. I'm glad someone is still here because this place is like my second home and being here is like freedom. I don't think about anything except enjoying life.

I turn the knob but it won't budge. The lights are on but the blinds are a little closed. Not fully closed but enough for me to see that the lights are on. The lights are never on when there is noone here. I take a bobby pin from my hair and pull the pin apart and roughly straighten it. I stick the straight end of the hairpin about one centimeter into the keyhole of the lock and apply enough pressure to bend the end of the pin in a hook.

I turn the knob and finally make my way through the cafe. Don't ask me where I learnt how to do that. Okay, I learnt how to do that by my guy friend Robert.

"Robert? What are you doing? Here?" I ask the guy taking money from the tip jar who happens to be my fucking friend.

"Cleo." He says, sounding like his out of breathe. "What are you...? I.." he says stuttering, the money falling from his hands.

"What are you doing? Are you....are you robbing this cafe?" I ask, already knowing the answer to my question. Ofcourse he is robbing the cafe. Oh my gosh, I don't know what to do. Should I report? But his my friend and...

If you don't stop blabbering, you will get killed by your friend.

My inner voice tells me and I stiffen when his pointing a pocket pistol at me.

"What are you doing Robby?" I use the nickname I gave him since we were small. I just hope that makes him realise who he is pointing that gun to.

"Fuck! I knew I should've covered my damn face!" He says and someones fingers wraps around my arm, pulling me to his hard chest. "You're not going to report this."

He picks up the money that fell and starts putting more money into a bag. "I am going to report you Robby. What are you doing? Why are you doing all this? Why are you taking money from a cafe? Why.."

"Shut her up!"

Before I can protest, something hard hits against my head and I whimper. I almost black out and tears start falling down my cheeks and I cry in pain.

"I didn't say shut her up like that you idiot!" Robert says to the guy behind me holding onto my arm.

"You said to shut her up. You should be more specific next time."

Next time? Are they planning to shut me up again? Next time?

"Why...." I cry, putting my hand to my bleeding forehead. "Why Robert? Why are you robbing this place?"

"Because I need the fucking money clee. Stop trying to make me feel guilty for what I'm doing." He yells at me and I drop to my knees.

This isn't the Robby I know from young. This isn't the Robby that use to take me to get ice-cream when my parents are at work. This isn't the Robby the Robby that I love and I have no idea what to do right now. I don't have my phone on me to call the cops but how would I do that?

We were so close. So close that were almost dated but he had to leave. I still can't believe he moved to New Hampshire without saying goodbye. I just let it slide because I believed that he would come visit me. New Jersey isn't a blad place to live because of the diverse culture and intense politics. There are many more.

"Let's come to a virtual agreement Robby. Let me go and I'll tell nobody about this." I say stuttering a little and wiping my tears away making blood stain appear on my face.

"No. I can't take that risk. You're coming with me, no excuses." He walks pass me and I'm lifted and thrown over someones shoulder. Fuck, I hate when that happens.

The big dude that lifted me follows Robby and I'm put into a big truck. There are two more huge guys sitting in the corners of the truck.

"Robert, you don't have to do this. They will see that I'm missing and they'll look for me. My boyfriend won't be haply with this."

My boyfriend?

"Your boyfriend? You have a boyfriend?" He looks surprised. Why though? I am capable of dating.

"Yes. I do." I'm not sure what we are but I know for a fact that we aren't just friends. Maybe friends with benefits? What the hell am I talking? He proposed and I said yes. Doesn't that mean we're engaged? It was early yes, but still though. I'm sure he tells people he is married.

"Cool. Now it will get even juicier" he says with a smirk "shut her up, and with tape this time! Don't fucking hurt her." Good to see he still has a little bit of good inside of him. But will he have enough good to let me go?

That huge guy that hit me with a gun on my head puts tape around my mouth and carries on around my head. The man wraps tape around my wrist to keep my hands in place. They all stay silent and tears start streaming down my face again. I'm not ready to die.

Why is so much things happening to me at once. First I get a text message from my ex, I'm not sure if he was my ex because he just played me like fool and went too far. Then I get hit with a gun on my head that would surely leave a mark and ruin my features that I've tried to achieve over so many years. Then I get kidnapped by my friend and who knows what he'll do next. He isn't as sweet as before and he sure as hell doesn't care much like he did before, because he wouldn't be robbing the damn cafe!

We pull up to a big house. The abandoned house stood in a composed way, as if it had chosen solitude for itself, as if residents were a luxury it could forgo. The floors had been a highly polished parquet, individual blocks lovingly placed and sanded to a smooth finish before the varnish was brushed on with fine bristles. The walls stood firm, the window frames strong, glass triple glazed and whole. All in all, it looked like a movie-set, a place waiting for life to come. The only give-away was the odour, well, that and the dust. It was musty and dry, but nothing opening the doors and windows couldn't solve. A spring clean, some fresh flowers, perhaps the house would enjoy the luxury of company.

I tried to compromise with him but he just wouldn't budge. They took me to an old room, no bed, no furniture nothing at all. They expect me to be here with nothing? They holding me hostage for god sake. I hope someone sees that I'm missing and they'll call the cops. I don't want anyone coming near me without the cops.

(Sorry for the slow update guys. Ilygsm, stay safe. xx)