Hi! This is my first fic on here, but not my first ever. I've got 3 One Tree Hill ones over at the forum, but this is my first Secret Life one. I've been wanting to write one for a while, but I finally got around to doing it. I wrote it pretty quick, cause it was a spur-of-the-moment kinda thing. So it might not be great, and there might be errors, but I liked and hopefully you guyses will too.

Slowly, she sees light. Just a little slit of light, coming through her eyelids. And, after a few seconds, her eyes flutter open completely, and pain overcomes her entire body.

Her head, pounding, and she sees blood out of the corner of her eye making its way down her face.

Her legs, battered and beaten, bruised and bloody. Her ankles, scratched and torn, from rope.

Her arms, sore, and her wrists, stinging from the ratty rope tightly tying them together.

And her stomach. Her stomach is throbbing, and that's what she fears the most.

The chipped wood of the chair is digging into her legs, ripping her tights.

Struggling to move, to free her wrists or relieve any of the pain, just causes her more.

"You're awake."

Her head jerks to the figure standing in front of her. The light is dim, so she can't see his face clearly yet.

But as he comes closer, his face strikes her with familiarity.

She's overwhelmed with fear, for herself and her baby. Tears begin streaming down her face, and a smirk fills his.

His voice is filled with mocking sympathy. "Don't cry. Wouldn't want tears on that pretty face, now would we?"

His dirty, rough fingers wipe her tears, and she cringes.

"There we go." His smile is sneaky, and sickening.

"Wh-What do you want?" She finally gets the courage to speak, even though she stutters, and her voice is scratchy, and barely audible.

"What do I want?" He smiles, devilishly. "Hmmm...lets see. I want.............money." His smile disappears, and an angry frown appears. "I want money. But you and your little boyfriend wouldn't give it to me. I asked nice, I did, but that didn't work. So here I am again, and this time, I'm getting what I want."

Her chin is quivering, and the tears are back. She remembers when he came to her door, and told her what he wanted. But, she wouldn't let him. Her baby was hers, not a toy used for profit. So, she had slammed the door, leaving him seething behind it. And now it was coming back to haunt her.

"Please...please...don't hurt me. Don't hurt us." That's all she can think of to say, but he's got much more.

"Oh, don't worry. I won't hurt you. As long as I get what I want, no one gets hurt. Understood?"

She can't agree, because she'd never do what he wants, but she can't say no, because he's much more powerful. And could kill her if she doesn't agree.

In the distance, there's the sound of a ring, and his head jerks back.

"Why don't you sit here and think about it, and I'll go answer that?"

She watches him fade away, and then he's gone. For now.

Desperately, she begins trying to untie the knot around her wrists. She's kicking her feet, attempting to free them from the rope. Nothings working.

She contemplates screaming, but he'd hear her, and she's seen the knife in his back pocket.

Nervously looking around the dark room, she sees something glinting on the other side, near the door.

Squinting, she finally makes out the shape.

Her cell phone.

Her breath starts coming faster and faster, because if she can just get to the phone, she'll be okay.

Her wrists start shoving faster and faster, because if she can just get them free, she'll be okay.

Her legs start kicking faster and faster, because if she can just untangle them, she'll be okay.

After a few drops of blood is shed from her wrists, she feels the rope starting to get looser.

And looser.

And looser.

And then, it's lying in a heap on the ground.

She starts grabbing and pulling at the rope around her ankles, ignoring the pain jabbing at her entire body.

It's getting harder, as her whole body starts to ache more and more, but she keeps telling herself that she has to pull through.

She has to keep going.

For herself. And for her son.

Then, relief washes over her as the rope starts to get looser.

And looser.

And looser.

And then, it's lying in a heap on the ground.

She scrambles to her feet, but her knees buckle and she on her hands and knees.

She takes deep breaths, over and over, trying to calm herself.

Crawling over to her phone, she can hear footsteps.

Footsteps coming closer and closer.

She grabs the phone, her sweaty fingers slipping.

Instead of calling 911, she calls the only person who would understand about this man in the short time she has on the phone.

Ringing.......ringing.......ringing....

She's losing hope. He's not going to answer. She's going to die. Her-

"Hello?"

Her sobs get louder, hearing his voice, but she tries to speak, because the footsteps are very close now.

"Ricky..." She's still crying, and he notices.

"Amy? What's wrong?"

She gasps for air. "Ricky...it's Bob..."

Sobs overcome her, and he's trying to get more information.

"Amy? Amy? What about Bob? What did he do?"

He no longer hears her sobs, because the phone line went dead.

And all he can think is that Bob, his own father, is putting Amy and his son in danger.

And he can't do anything to stop it.

He realizes that he has to do something. Anything to save them.

He grabs his keys in one swift movement, and is out the door, not even knowing where he's going.

Ta-dah!! I know I left somewhat of a cliffhanger, but not as bad as I was going to. And, yes, I know when Ricky says "What about Bob?" that that's a movie, but I just left it alone. PLEASE review, because I absolutely LOVE the reviews.

Faster the reviews come, faster the update comes. =)

~Tara~