Cameron's P.O.V.

I've been pacing the room for almost an hour. Nervousness and anger all clear on my face. I'm nervous for what they might've done to Cleo. Is it something worse then being hit on the head with a pistol? I swear I'll be going to jail after all this is over. I'm so angry I can't even think straight, let alone can't plaster a smile on my face. I'm angry for the fact that I left her alone and went to a party that I wasn't invited to. The owner of that party didn't know I was coming. I'm angry for the fact that Cleo never ran or made any attempt to get out of that mess. But you're not angry at her. My inner thoughts remind me and I'm grateful for once, that he knows what to say.

I let out a breath I never knew I was holding. The cops have been asking Mason questions about Cleo, but he never answered any of them. He looks really pissed and hurt and I can't tell what the emotion is. Maybe panic? Rage? Shame? I feel what he feels, because this is exactly how I would be if one of my family members were to ever get kidnapped or even worse, die. Mason doesn't seem like the type to show his emotions, though you should never judge a book by it's cover; I feel what Mason is feeling. He is showing so many emotions and I feel like he should let it all out when he feels like it.

I dart my eyes to the cops working on Cleo's phone, which is connected to their whole computer. Seriously, I don't know why they need so many computers. After somewhat 1, 2 hours, they got the address of where Cleo might be.

They started providing a whole army to attack this place and it's getting on my damn nerves that they have to explain all sorts of shit just to get one girl back, damnit. I'm gonna have to talk to my parents about my relationship with Cleo.

Are we in a relationship? What does she think of me? Does she like me like I like her? What's in it for the both of us? Are we moving too fast? Am I moving too fast? What did she think about that kiss? What does she think about the ring? Should I tell her the ring isn't for a proposal but a promise ring? What am I gonna promise her if we never started anything yet? We never even went on a proper date.

I keep asking myself those questions and I can't answer it without Cleo. I think I moved too fast, and I don't want to be jerk and take the ring back. Nope. That's not happening because she needs to keep that ring.

"LET'S GO!" Yelled an officer and everybody started following him to van's.

I follow them, aswell as Mason and May. We get into one of the van's and it's filled with officers.

When we arrived the cops parked the bulletproof vans not too near to the huge house that stood before us. Anger consumed me because there were so many people in black outfits and the house was guarded by those huge idiots and this is where they're keeping Cleo. I walked to the gate and a guy stopped me, putting his hand on my shoulder.

"What do you think you're doing?" He asked me blankly, as if he's talking to a ghost.

And then, I hit him in the face. He started hitting me aswell and it was the rings on his fingers that really hurt. Baddalzer wasn't afraid to get blood on his jewel encrusted rings. My head jerked back and I tasted that familiar copper tang in my mouth. Didn't need to look at it to know that Baddalzer wasn't going to win this fight. He was arrogant for one, a pure showoff that flaunted with flurries of kicks and flips, fast, yes, but left himself open. I let him jab me just to get my blood rushing in heat. I wanted to see him smiled his golden teeth and roar to the crowd. It multiplied the reason for me to break him. And I would. Second thing about Baddalzler: he never met me.

He was fast, but I was more focused, not staring in his eyes, but at his chest, the center point for all attack. I could see his shoulder, waist, and wherever he was going to attack, from whenever, I was going to greet him. He came with a leg. I grabbed it then hit it, hammer fist. Hard. He screamed. I was on him in a second. Each blow I made was precise, an exhale of breath with each one. Breathe. I remember Richard --- Richard being my dads bestfriend --- telling me that. Breath.

I felt my fist land in his gut, the once hard bones along his body now crumpled like cereal. He started to get slower. I got faster. I was penetrating his defences before he could turn around. In the middle of the fight, my anger faded and blankness was its replacement. Like I was watching my body at work. I could see all his soft spots. So when he finally gagged then spat blood one last time, I wasn't surprised that he fell, cracked on the stone floor afterwards.

I repeated the same movements to every other guard that dared to mess with me. The cops all came flying in with there guns, hitting the guards on their heads with it, making them crumble to the floor.

When we got to the door,I wasn't surprised to see a guy standing with a gun pointed at Cleo's head. Cleo.

I wanted to take Cleo and run away with her. Take away from every asshole who hurt her.

The guy holding the gun to her head looks like the guy in the video. Probably the leader of this whole shit gang. Robert.

"Well well, look who paid a visit. Nice to see you again, May. How long has it been? A month? Two months?" He asks May who is now standing next to me. I still can't believe she never told me about this guy. Isn't it fair to tell me that she's dating a kidnapper and a robber.

"Robert, why are you doing all this?" May stares at him, with no emotion.

"Cleo asked me the same question, and I kept repeating it. Why do you do this, Robert? And then I told myself, it's better doing all this shit then waiting for your ex girlfriend to come running back into your arms. But still, that seemed a little bit off, doesn't it. Until Cleo came into that cafe, and a thought struck me at that very moment..." He stopped, looking around at all the cops facing their guns at him. This guy is fucking crazy. "Everybody, loves this sweet little angel, but what they don't know is...." He stops mid sentence, looking at Cleo as if asking her for permission to tell everyone what he wants to say.

Cleo starts crying and I tense. This asshole is going to pay for this. He moves the gun to her stomach, wanting to pull the trigger so badly.

"P-Please, Robby. D-Don't do this to me. I never done anything wrong to you." Cleo cry's out and Mason takes a step forward, trying to get closer so that nothing happens.

This is all so fucked up. What has Cleo done to anybody. I know I don't know anything, because I don't even know her, hell I don't even know anyone here accept May. But seeing a gun pointed to Cleo's stomach, is very triggering. I can't just stand here and do nothing. The girl I like, is in danger and nothing seems to stop this freak from pulling the damn trigger.

If only god could here my prays and stop this lunatic, I would be grateful for the rest of my life, hell I wouldn't care if Cleo doesn't want me as a boyfriend, as a husband, the father of her child, if she leaves this place without a gun scratch, I'd be forever grateful.

"Anyone, and I mean anyone take a step closer, she's dead meat." He moves the gun in the air proving his point that he is killing her no matter what.

He takes step by step moving into the house still pointing the gun to Cleo's stomach. My heart drops at the sight of her scared, sad face.

I doubt he'd pull the trigger, but half of me thinks he'd do it just to get away.

Again, I find myself so useless in this situation. I run a hand over my face, frustration and disappointment probably visible on my features.

Today is going to be a shit long day and my uselessness isn't doing any good here. He needs help, that asshole.

Cleo's POV.

I was so relieved to see my brother and Cameron really, but Robby is so fucking psycho. He needs all the help he can get.

"Cleo asked me the same question, and I kept repeating it. Why do you do this, Robert? And then I told myself, it's better doing all this shit then waiting for your ex girlfriend to come running back into your arms. But still, that seemed a little bit off, doesn't it. Until Cleo came into that cafe, and a thought struck me at that very moment..." he said that time,  "Everybody, loves this sweet little angel, but what they don't know is...."  he stopped mid sentence.

I knew exactly what he wanted to say and I didn't care anymore. He can spill all my darkest fucking secrets, I couldn't care less, I just don't want to die.

Robby pulls on my hair once we reach his office room, I don't know because there's a bed in here. I grip onto his hands which grasp my hair trying to get it lose.

"Why didn't you tell me they were coming?!" He yells and I don't answer him. I can't because of my sobs and a headache is forming. I can't form a proper sentence. "fucking answer me!"

"You're an asshole. I said you don't know what's coming for you. I warned you, but d-did you listen no! Because you're so fucking stupid." I yell and pinch his hand with my nails making his grasp on my hair loosen giving me the opportunity to move away from him.

I stand near the empty book shelves next to a small round table.

He stares at me, wiping tissues on his now bloody hand. I don't know what to do. I hope their still here because if anyone leaves I'm not forgiving anyone one of them. I stopped crying just now, it was quickly replaced by anger and disgust.

"I'm gonna say it again. Let me go and make all this easier for yourself Robby. You don't want to go to jail, or even worse, you don't want to die." I try to compromise for what feels like the thousandth time now.

"I told you Cleo, don't mess with me!"

"I'm not messing with you, I'm compromising. Do you know what that means? Is that why you won't budge? Because you don't know what compromise mean?" I'm so pissed at him, how can he say I'm messing with him. I miss the old Robby, so much.

"I fucking know what it means, but I will never compromise, especially with you." His voice is so flat and he's emotionless.

"Than you're fucking dead meat!"

He takes a step closer to me. "Stay the fuck away from me. I haven't been trying to get away from you, I won't hesitate to do that now and break you." He laughs at me and sits down on the chair behind his huge desk, shaking his head before taking out a few guns and adjusting it. It's going tto be a damn long day.

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