Claire

Charlie's pov

I led Claire down to the stairs like i was instruted to do. I was to keep her here until instructed otherwise and to tell her that Joey would be coming soon.

She looked beautiful. Her hair was down her loose curls were loose and flowing down to her shoulders. For years i watched her. She was perfect. I had her life memorized from the first week i watched her. From a distence i loved her. But she was his and his only.

I could have a family with her and joey we could go camping, vacations, to the beach. I know how much she liked to swim. Claire was on her High School's swim team. she went to the state finals and got 2nd but only by 5.7 seconds. I could picture her as a graceful mermaid. Her hair flowing in the current that smile she used to have before he had taken Joey. I could give her back Joey and she would smile for me not him. She could be mine."Charlie?" I looked up to see her standing beside me as I typed on my computer. The way she said my name. It was like a beautiful synphony. She was like a godess. "When can i see my son? You said he would be here!"

"Soon. You have to trust me Claire." She agreed and sat back down. I quickly typed out an encripted email to Emma. She said she had a situation. As i finished reading her reply the phone rang. I picked it up and voice editor said "We have a problem. They know" I gulped.

"This is bad. Its too soon." I was given further instructions and then hungup. I turned to check on Claire and she was gone. I looked over to the entrence and she saw her fumbling with the keys to unlock the cage door.

"Claire." She hurridly yanked the door open as i jogged over to her. She ran into the dark. "Claire." I called out for her again. I went through each corner and finnally saw a lock of honey brown hair from behind a pillar.

I walked silently behind her and grabbed her. "Dont do that again" i told her as i brung her back. I handed her a towel to dry herself from the leaking water she was drenched in.

"I'm sorry, i heard you on the phone that something went wrong and i panicked."

"Just dont do it again." i said. She looked at me with frightened eyes.

"What did you mean earlier that you were my follower?"

"I was told to watch you." I handed her my notes. Seven notebooks filled, every line with every detail of her day. She gasped. She didnt like that i paid attention and cared for her?

"I was told to."

She read over them. I remember the day she went to that Celine Deon concert. She wore a little black dreess with tiny silver sparkels. She smiled every second. her hair was flowing beautifully as usual but as she got ready she put on a small touch of makeup and afterwards she would put on this skin moisterizer on her legs, her inner theighs, her arms and just a touch on her smooth cleavage.

"Why?"

"He asked me too." Suddenly sirens were blaring.

"What's going on?"

"Someone's here." I clicked a button and wiped the entire mainframe. I folded my favorite picture of Claire and put it in my pocket as a SWAT team burst through the door.

Imade a small smoke screan and pulled Claire out out a back exit. i had to keep her safe. She was mine.