Hey guys. So I cannot get this out of my head once the idea popped into my head. Just a heads up, since I have been busy out in the real world that I will not be able to update as regularly like my other stories. I just would like to put it down on here so it can be started.

I hope you guys enjoy. I'm sorry if things get too OOC.

I ran as fast as I can. I want to get as far from this hideout as I possibly can. I lost count how much time has passed since I was kidnapped. My heart feels heavy knowing Jack is out there worried for his son and me. I clenched my jaw. I do not want to bare him the news that his son was killed in the process of the kidnapping. His son was like him. He was very intelligent for a 5 year old. The mobsters think that there were too many witnesses and find the boy was no use to them. Unfortunately for me, they found a use for me. I was their punching bag. Luckily they use the hookers around the area for pleasure. My bare feet splashed in a puddle as I cross the street. I cannot imagine what I look like now. I was afraid to call for a cab as that is where it started.

I gripped onto my son's hand as I waved down a taxi. Jack should be heading home from work by now. I wanted to pick up some groceries to make my boys' favorite meal. A taxi blew past the two of us. I huffed as it was too close for comfort with the puddle. My son, Eric, looked up at me, "Mommy do you think daddy would like what we are going to make for dinner?"

I bent down to his height giving him a smile, "Of course he will, Eric. It is both of your favorite meal. He would love it even more knowing you helped me out."

Eric beamed brightly. He swung our hands together as excitement build up in his little five year old body. I couldn't help widen my smile as I stood up. I tried once more to gain the taxi's attention, "Taxi!"

I saw another hand pop near mine trying to call a taxi. I slowly raised my hand down to gain a look at the stranger. A taxi cab slowed to a stop at the curb. The man smiled with his gruesome teeth, "After you ma'am."

I gave a hesitant smile moving Eric behind me, "It's alright you can take it, sir."

I felt a cylinder metal touch my side and I looked at its owner. Another man who was smiling with gruesome teeth. He spoke, "No, really after you."

I could feel Eric's palms get sweaty or it might just be mine. I looked between the two men not daring to move. Of course, it wasn't what the men wanted as they started to shove me forward making me drop the groceries and my purse. I felt Eric's hand slip from my own. I tried reaching out for my son but I was already shoved into the cab. Not too long after, Eric was shoved in there as well. I scrambled to grab onto my son trying to protect him from these two men. One of the men I watched get into the front passenger seat as the other took a seat beside the two of us. I could see the barrel of the gun direct its attention towards the two of us. The man who wields it smiled, "Now don't make any unwanted movements or attention or the boy here gets it."

I placed my hand over his head to shield him away from the gun. I felt his warm tears fall past my coat and onto my skin. Tears started to well up in my eyes. I didn't do or say anything that could jeopardize my son's life.

I continued to run till I made it to the edge of the Narrows. I bent down trying to catch my breath. I can feel my adrenaline leave my veins. I do not know who decided to kill the mob but I am grateful for it. I can try to go back to my old life or what left of it. I continued walking till I found what I remember my old neighborhood. The houses were not great but it was good enough for a couple who is starting a family. My feet felt numb as the coldness of the night trickle against my skin. Not long before I stood in front of my old home. It looked to me that no one is home. My heart started to fall knowing jack might of left. I walked up to the door pressing a hand on the dark blue wood. I could feel tears well up. A sob broke out as my shoulders shook. I lost my son and now my husband. The house looks to be vacant for years. My forehead touched the cool wood. Tears started to fall and leave wet marks on the a couple hours of seeing if maybe a chance of seeing Jack, I moved from my spot to head off. I should see if my sister still lives in town. I would hope she is.

I stood outside of her house on the sidewalk. I stared at the front door not sure if she still lived there. I did not notice a young face peeking out of the window. I did not notice the child running to their parents scared that I am standing in raggy clothes outside of their home. The door opened with a person ready to threaten my life. I finally felt the numbness run away as I look at the tall man who is holding a handgun. A child hiding behind their legs. The man's voice called out, "Vanessa! Get Marc!"
Vanessa? The name sounded familiar. It did not click till the brunette came in my view with fetching hazel eyes. I spoke, "Ness?" My voice came out raggedy. I have not spoken in a long time. The woman stopped what she was doing to protect her son and turned to face me. I felt tears well up once more," Nessa. Please tell me it is you. "

My voice still sounded hoarse. She cradled her son's head to the crook of her neck. The woman flicked her eyes between myself and the man in front of her. She spoke, "Chad put the gun down"

Chad did not put his hand gun down. Vanessa held her child with one hand as she grabbed his wrist pushing it down with her other. Vanessa stared at me, "I said put it down."

I could not help but take a step forward. The woman pushed past the man giving him her son. I felt arms wrap around my neck tightly. I felt wetness drip onto my skin. The tears could not stay and decided to fall onto the woman's clothed shoulder. A shakey voice reached my ears speaking my name I haven't heard in years, "M-madeline… It has been 5 years… I-we- oh Jack…"

I shakingly pulled her away looking into her hazel eyes. My hands went to her cheeks. I lightly grazed my thumbs across. It is true that I am free and right now in front of my sister. I cleared my throat and spoke, "Where… where is Jack?"

Vanessa turned her head to look at I am guessing her husband and child. Vanessa took one last look at them before turning her attention towards me. She spoke quietly, "He… He went crazy, Mads. Jack tried searching for you and Eric."

The name of my son brought her attention elsewhere. She moved to look behind me and then around. The dreaded question I wanted to run from surfaced, "Where is Eric?"

I swallowed a lump in my throat as I felt a sob rake through my thin body. Vanessa's eyes went wide and instantly covered me with her arms. Vanessa cooed at me, her older sister. I felt her upper body shift as she started to talk to the man named Chad. Chad placed his hand gun in the back of his trousers as he moved out of the way. I felt Vanessa dragged me inside her home. I am glad to know I still have someone around…