Pain is all I feel as I lift my head. It feels like I've been hit in the head with a baseball bat. My eyes scanned the poorly lite room, looking for any clue as to where I might be.

From what I can tell it's a basement. A cold, damp, empty basement.

I try to move my arms, only to find them tightly bound to a chair.

I twist and pull, trying to free myself from the ropes and stop when my wrists begin to feel raw.

The last thing I remember was walking into my room to see a man laying on my bed and everything going dark after that.

My eyes land on a dark red stain that covers most of the left side of my chest and shoulder. That must be why my head hurts so much. Someone hit me.

For the life of me, I can't think of anyone who would want to hurt me. I don't have those kind of enemies. At least I thought I didn't.

Could this have anything to do with the threats I have been getting lately?

"Glad to see you're awake. I was starting to worry," a males voice echoes through the room.

The hairs on my body stand at attention and I search the room for the culprit. A shadow to the right of me catches my eye. I squint, trying to get a better look at the mystery man.

"You're a lot prettier than I remember. I can't believe I let you go that night."

That night? What night is he talking about?

My lip quivers. "W-who are you?"

I know I have hear his voice before but can't place it.

The man chuckles. "I'm offended you don't remember who I am. After we talked for hours over few drinks. I really thought we clicked."

I'm really in no condition to play games. My head hurts every time I talk and decide to stay silent, hanging my head.

"Come now, don't be like that," he says. I can hear his foot steps getting closer. "Look at me."

Without thinking clearly, I shake my head, causing my head to swirl. Nice going Wren, I mentally scold myself.

The man squats down in front of me and brushes my hair away from my face. "Look at me," he says softly, lifting my chin gently so that I could see his face.

My eyes look into a pair of very familiar green eyes. I can't believe it's him. He seemed so harmless when we first met. "Jake?"

His smile widens. "So you do remember me," he stands. "That's good."

Of course I remember him. He was such. Sweetheart to me that night. Respected me the entire time we talked.

"Why are you doing this?" I find myself asking. As far as I know I never did anything to make him want to hurt me.

He sighs and sticks his hands in his pockets. "It's nothing personal. Just doing a friend a favor."

"Who?"

"That's not my place to tell you. You'll find out soon enough. In the meantime, try and get...comfortable. You're going to be here a while," he says, walking away.

"Please don't leave me like this," I sob uncontrollably, yanking at my restraints. "I'm pregnant."

He stops to look at me, but doesn't say anything and that's when it clicked. He already knew. He knew and is still willing to do this.

"You're a monster."

"Sometimes," he replies coldly before exiting the room.

***

Hours have gone by since Jake, paid me a visit and I'm slowly losing my shit. I'm cold, tired and in pain. My wrists are so numb. I have yanked at my restraints so much that they have now broken through the skin. I want to know why I am here and what they plan on doing to me.

Help. Somebody help me," I scream over and over again. "Please."

My throat is so scratchy from screaming that I'm surprised I still have a voice.

I close my eyes. I have to be strong. I can't let them break me.

A haunting thought comes to mind. What if I never make it out of here? I'll never get to see my kids again. I glance down at my stomach. They'll never get to meet their baby brother or sister. I'll never see Draven and Reese again.

The thoughts keep coming. Do they even know I'm gone? They have to, right? Are they looking for me?

I couldn't imagine what they must be feeling right now. Especially, Draven. He's probably a mess, and Reese, oh poor Reese. He probably hates himself for not being there for me.

"Help," I scream again. "Help me."

"Will you shut the fuck up already. You sound like a dying cat," a new males voice fills the room.

I smirk. At least I know someone heard me.

"Fuck you."

He chuckles darkly and the hair on my neck stands at attention. "Tsk...tsk, you might want to watch that pretty little mouth of yours. It might just get you in trouble," he says, coming out of the shadows. "Like It did last time."

My eyes widen in horror as I take in his appearance. He's the same man that attacked me that night at the club.

"I work for Jake, just in case you were wondering," he says circling me. "You know that night was planned, right? Everything from your...friendly encounter with Jake to me tossing you around was all planned."

I feel sick.

"You see, Jakes cousin, who hates you with a passion by the way, asked us to keep an eye on Draven, while he was visiting his brother and since Jake and Draven have a nasty past, Jake agreed."

I'm confused and he knows it. What kind of past does Jake and Draven have? I don't say anything and let him continue.

"You are so clueless," he laughs. "Jake stole Draven's girlfriend from him. Oh...what was her name...oh right, Jen. Her name was Jen."

There's that name I don't like hearing. Because of her, Draven went downhill.

"Anyway, he never really did like her. He only did it because his cousin asked him to do it. I still don't understand why she wants to be with him," he shakes his head.

I think I have an idea who he is talking about.

"So who is this nut job who is so obsessed with my boyfriend?"

He smiles, showing off his coffee stained teeth. "Penelope.

Yep. I had a feeling it was her. At least I know who is behind this.

"Yep, it's me," her high pitched voice rings through my ears as she struts towards us. "I was beginning to think I wouldn't get the chance to get you alone."

She stops right in front of me with a smile. "You took something from me and now I'm going to take something from you. Well both of you."

What could she possibly-. My eyes snap up to meet hers. "You're not touching my baby."

She laughs hysterically. "You are not in any position to tell me what I can and can not do."

She whispers something in the mans ear and he smiles. "Well, I have places go and people to see. You two have fun."

He cracks his knuckles and positions himself in front of me. "This is going to hurt, he says and before I could even register what was going on he punches me right in the face.