Cleo's POV.

My palms were sweaty and the adrenaline coursing through my system was shutting down my ability to think logically. I wanted to run or hit the living daylights out of Robby, either would do.

I breathed in and out but air wouldn't enter my lungs. Starved for air, my heart raced at tremendous speeds, and my lungs shallowly rose and fell in time. I stood there for what felt like an eternity but was only five minutes. The satisfaction of security was nothing but a distant memory, and an invisible force crushed me from every possible direction. Each second submerged in fear made a permanent mark on my heart, and a vivid imagination made me wonder whether it was just my mind playing tricks or reality.

I'm so scared. I knew it was dumb to be scared, but I am. Problem was that I always over thought every damn thing.

"Let's go!" Robby said to me and I got to my feet in no time. "Taking you to a different room, you can't stay in here with me." He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of his office room. His grip on my arm was harsh, but I could care less right now.

He dragged me into a different room and I stared at it. It's dark, the only light coming in was the light from the open door.

Suddenly, I heard a loud clicking noise behind me. I turned back to see that the door was closed. I tried to open the door, my bare hands pushing against the rough surface of the door. It was all in vain. The door stood stubbornly in its place. There was not even a window in this room. A shudder ran through me. Trapped. I was trapped. I was confined within the walls of this room. I felt claustrophobic. A metallic smell hung in the room. It reminded me somewhat of the smell of dried blood. The room was pitch dark and that's when I knew I'm not getting out anytime soon.

I miss my family so much and I can't stand being in here for anytime longer and that is when I feel my face is soaking wet. It is my tears that keep my soul alive in the furnace of this pain. I've been betrayed by my ex-best friend.

They cannot extinguish what has been, yet only carry me forward until a time comes when that searing pain is distant enough to forget more than remembering, and maybe one day erase itself from my brain. So perhaps it may be an oddity to thank my tears and be proud to cry, yet if that's what saves me from becoming a monster, a person indifferent to suffering and sorrow, then crying is the smartest thing I can do.

Cameron's POV.

"What the fuck are you guys going to do now?" I scold the cops. They're being lazy because they aren't even trying to do something to get Cleo out of this mess. "You all can't just sit around and do nothing. She needs help and if we do nothing she's going to die, all because of you lazy people!" I'm trying my best not to be too rude here because I can't spend a night in jail, not when Cleo is in such shit danger.

"You need to calm down, we waiting for them to come back out and then we'll attack." What the fuck? Did I fucking hear correctly? It's like they're waiting for them to drop out and everything will be fine. No. They aren't dropping out until someone is fucking dead.

"Wait for them to attack? Are you fucking serious?!" I shout at the same cop who tried to stop me from entering the cafe when I got there. "Where is the chief? I need to fucking have a serious talk with him because you all are doing a shit job at getting a young innocent lady out of hostage!" I'm pissed. This is the first time I've ever been so angry, or to ever let my anger out.

A younger cop walks over to me with a phone in his hand. He hands it to me and I press it to my ear. "Hello?" I say through the speakers unsure as to who I am talking to.

"Hello. This is chief Griffin of the Boston Police Department. I believe you wanted to talk with me?" I'm on the phone with the chief? Thank god.

"Yes. Your men aren't doing a good job of getting a young lady out of hostage. If she dies this will be on all the men that are here right now. Especially, officer...." I trail of looking at the guy's badge, searching for his name. "Bentlee." Not a bad name. Doesn't make me like him anymore though.

"I'm sorry about that, but you need to let the officers do their jobs. You have no experience in what they're doing so I suggest you stay back and let the cops do what's best. I promise, your friend will be okay. I trust my men and they've been rewarded for the past three years for what they've done for Boston," he trails off and I feel like sticking my hand through this phone and choking the living hell out of this guy "So I ask you to have some faith in them as well. It was nice talking to you, but I need to get going." Before I can protest, he hangs up and I'm dumbfounded.

Maybe he is right. Maybe I'm worrying too much and she will be okay. Maybe I should trust these officers but I don't and I can't. I'm not just worrying because I might be in love with Cleo, but also because no one should experience such bull.

Robby mentioned earlier that he wanted to spill a secret of Cleo's. Which means they know each other and they've probably been together in the past, but why would he want to kill someone he knows or maybe they've known each other for some time.

I don't know, this is all so frustrating and it's a lot to handle. I need to go see what Mason is up to because you never know if he has anger issues or something. I need May to explain what kind of guy Robby is since he is her ex.

I still can't believe they've been dating and I haven't known anything. This is all bullshit and it's much too much to handle.

As I walk out the gates of this way too big yard, something catches my attention. There's a tunnel leading up somewhere into the house. I want to go, but what Chief Griffin said about me staying out of this and letting the cops do their job is telling me not to do this.

You'll regret it. My inner thoughts speak what I've been craving to hear.

I never regret things, even if it never turned out the way you expected, it turned out good. Before I know it, I'm busy packing bricks just to manage and get myself into the tunnel.

I might be tall but this tunnel thing is way too high for my height. Cleo would need much more bricks to get up here. I chuckle at how tiny she is compared to me, and how her little fingers can't fit through my giant fingers.

I try to climb into the tunnel thing but there is nothing to grip onto and I'm out of bricks.

"You need help with that?" I hear Mason's voice. I don't turn around because I'm going to fall over. He sounds like he has been crying.

"What does it look like to you?" I say, trying to sound playful but fail miserably. I can't even make a damn joke of how pissed I am.

He just chuckles, dryly. I feel his hands under my boots, boosting me and I take the chance. He isn't doing a very good job so I jump out of his hands and into the dark round tunnel. I take my phone out and use it for the torch.

"Thanks. Are you coming?" I ask Mason and his eyes go bright. It comes and leaves just like that. He must miss Cleo. Probably so angry that he had to experience his sister almost being shot by a psycho of a lunatic.

"Yeah." He climbs onto the stacked bricks and I take his hand lifting him. Shit his heavy with all that muscle. He bumps his head and rubs it, cursing under his breath.

We move through the wiggly dark tunnel and I expected to find dead bodies or bones or some shit. By the time we get to the end of the tunnel, or I think it's the end because something is blocking the entrance or exit I'm not. Probably entrance since someone would probably want to escape.

"Try to kick it down," Mason says and it echoes through the tunnel. If Cleo's voice was here it would sound so glory and beauty.

With that said, I find myself kicking as hard as I can. To my -- our luck -- the cardboard or whatever that was is now broken down. I try to climb out but my legs do its shit and I fall to the ground.

"Fuck." I mutter to myself while getting to my feet. My fucking back. I use my torch again to show Mason how he can get out of the tunnel without breaking his back. He gets out normally, unlike me.

I use my torch to look around the weirdly dark room. It doesn't look like there are any windows on this damn room. I wave the torch around trying to find the door but it lands on a figure.

So they are keeping many people in this house?

I walk over to the person sitting near the door, with his or her legs to their chest. I can't tell if it's a girl or a boy because my torch is shit.

"Hello?" I say to the person and I see brown long hair. It's a girl.

She looks up to me - we and that's when Mason rushes to Cleo. My eyes are watery as I watch the brother and sister crying to each other saying all sorts of sweet stuff to each other.

God, I've missed her so much.

Her gaze lands on me and she gets up running towards me. For a second I thought she was going to hit me and shout at me for leaving that night. For leaving her. For not caring enough to stay with her. But I'm proven wrong when her arms are wrapped around my torso.

I wrap my arms around her shoulders and bring her to my chest. And that's when I lose it. I'm fucking crying. Like a pussy. But who gives a fuck? Cause I know I don't.

"Are you okay? Did that lunatic hurt you? Are you hurt? Are you shot? Tell me if there is something wrong if you are hurt." I say in one breath and pull her away holding her shoulders.

Her face is so puffy and soaked. Just like the day, someone sent her a text and she lost it. I don't know what it was about but I knew at that time it's bad. Bad. I'm going to lose it now if she doesn't answer me.

You already lost it. My thoughts always seem to speak what's obvious.

"Yes, or no. I'm okay. Just had a concussion yesterday but it's okay now." She says and I sigh in relief knowing that she isn't hurt too badly. "I'm glad you guys came for me. But it was a bad idea. There is no way out." Did she forget how we came here? Oh, wait she never saw us come in.

"We'll take the tunnel we came from," Mason says wiping his face with his backhand.

I smile at how he let his emotions out. When we got here, he kept every emotion inside and tried so hard to not lose it.

Mason goes up into the tunnel before lifting Cleo. I jump to hang onto the tunnel. I feel myself slipping and Mason grabs onto my hand and lifts me. I mutter a quick 'thank you' before catching my breath.

We hurry out of the tunnel and Mason helps Cleo out after he gets out. I jump out onto the stacked bricks and down onto the grass.

"I can't thank you guys enough." Cleo cries and hugs herself. "It wasn't nice being in that house." She presses her lips into a thin line.

"Thank Cameron. It was his idea to go through that tunnel." Mason pats my shoulder.

"If it wasn't for him, I wouldn't have made it up that damn tunnel and I wouldn't have gone there if he never came to help me." I smile at Mason and he hugs me.

Hugs me?

Mason Smit hugging me?

Cleo's brother hugging me?

"Thank you for saving my sister." He says and I hug him back.

"Thank you for saving my girlfriend." My eyes go wide and I we pull away from each other. "I mean... Urh." I stuttered, unsure of what to say.

Cleo chuckles and kisses my cheek. " Yes, his girlfriend." She says before hooking her arm with mine.

I'm sure so damn red. I can feel it.

My ears hurt because of how red it probably is. She said I am her boyfriend.

Mason looks lost as we walk away from him. He keeps asking us how he follows after us. "It's a long story," Cleo says and I laugh at the way I introduced myself to her.

"I have time," Mason says still wiping his face.

"But we don't." She looks at him and he sighs before hooking his arm on the other side of Cleo's arm.

I couldn't be happier than I already am. If it's scientifically possible, my grin can go way wider than it already is because my cheekbones are starting to hurt of the way I'm grinning now.

(I'm glad it's all over:( or is it? Urgh, it s over yay! :) Thank you to the people reading this book and thanks for the votes! Even if you're just reading, I'm glad. Thank you!

I imagine Mason as Zac Efron, but just imagine him with brown eyes and not blue, haha. Cassandra, May's godchild, I imagine her as Lillian Ellen Jones. Please vote and comment. Ily guys, xx)