A/N: Thank you all for the reviews! I get super excited when I see I have a new one! :D And like I said in the A/N last chapter, I actually have a few more (chapters) written, so I'll post them once a day until I get to where I'm up to writing now, then it will be probably... I dunno, once or twice a week. Depends on if I feel like writing and stuff! But anyway, I feel like I've written tons here, and no doubt you just wanna keep reading the story! So I'm gonna stop talking now! Enjoy (and don't forget to review! :'D)!

It was starting to lighten up, Stella could tell, even though she couldn't see out the window. She had been sitting in the same position against the wall since Matt left, not wanting to move too much to cause anymore pain. She was starting to feel hungry. The last time she ate was yesterday at lunch and even then it was only one sandwich.

It was almost like Matt had read her mind. She heard the lock click and the door slowly open; Matt's head peeking in. When he saw her awake (he wanted to be "nice" and not wake her if she was sleeping), he fully opened the door and walking in, holding a bottle of water and a plastic plate with a sandwich on it.

"Thought you might be hungry by now," he said, lowering the food and water next to her.

"Thanks," she said.

"Oh," he mumbled when he saw Stella slightly shivering, "wait there." Ha, where would I go? Stella thought. Matt walked out of the room and within seconds returned with a red, green, white and black checkered blanket; the type you have at picnics. He walked up to Stella, "here," he said, putting the blanket on the ground next to her and straightening back up again, pulling out a pocket knife from his back pocket.

"What are you doing?" Stella asked quickly as she saw him inching closer to her with the knife.

"Freeing your hands so you can eat," he said. He cut the rope around her wrists, then hesitantly moved down to her feet and cut the rope.

"Thanks," she said, rubbing her red and bruised wrists. Matt walked over to the plastic chair in the room and dragged it over towards the door as if he were guarding it.

Stella half turned around to grab the blanket to put it around her, but stopped, wincing in pain from her ribs.

"Sorry, I think Wayne did that when he dropped you,"

"Who's Wayne?" Stella asked curiously. She attempted to grab the blanket again, but this time turning her whole body, not just her torso.

"He's a good mate. He was the one that grabbed you. I wasn't gonna go near a police station since the cops are already looking for me. Plus, I'm pretty sure you were the one that picked up my little brother yesterday morning for a 7/11 robbery."

Stella, who had managed to get blanket around her, had the paper plate on her lap. She picked up the sandwich and studied it for a while, then took bite, "uh," she huffed, paying more attention to the emptiness that was slowly starting to fill up in her stomach.

Once she finished her sandwich, Matt got up off his chair and walked towards Stella. He picked up the rope that was next to her (which was still long enough to use) and grabbed Stella's hands – pushing them together with much more force needed – and re-tied them up.

After a few moments of silence, Stella spoke up, "what do you really want with me? I listened to you before, and that's what you wanted, right? So just let me go,"

Matt straightened up and made his way to the door. Stella couldn't quite make out what he said when he walked out, but it sounded something like him wanted to make her pay for what he did.

This sent shivers – that weren't from being cold – down her back. What does he mean by that exactly? Did I just hear right? Stella thought to herself.

Stella sat there thinking about what she just heard for 5 minutes, until she came up with an idea. She slowly scooched her way up the wall, and quietly walked over to the window, starting to peel off the tape from the bottom right corner. Getting the tape to start peeling was hard, but once she got started it wasn't too hard. She peeled it back enough so that she could see out through one eye.

Outside, all she could see was factories and shipping containers, nothing that could help her find out where she was. She knew she was still in the city because other places wouldn't have factories like that. She was interrupted in her thoughts when the door swang open, making her to straighten up and jump. Matt was standing at the door with anger painted across his face.

"What do you think you're doing?" he said, almost sprinting across the small room to Stella.

"I-" she was interrupted again when Matt grabbed her by her hair and turned her head around to fully face him, and then backhanded her across her right cheek, causing her to tumble to the ground. She cried out in pain when she landed on her right side.

"I try be nice, and this is what you do?" he said, waving his hands around.

"What was I meant to do? You're not giving me a real reason why you're doing this," Stella said – quieter than she expected – between quick shallow breaths.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Matt yelled. He took a step towards Stella – who was still lying on the ground, awkwardly clutching her ribs with both hands – and kicked her in her left ribs. Stella cried out in pain.

He bent down next to her and roughly pulled her up by the neck of her jacket and top, slamming her into the wall.

"Your brother... He-he needs to know... Know what it feels like for a loved one to get hurt," Matt said. The way he said it was actually a little sympathetic.

"Matt, listen to me," Stella said as calmly as she could manage through the pain throbbing through her whole body, "you don't have to do this; it's not going to bring Noah back."

Stella looked deep into Matt's eyes and thought she saw his eyes flicker with a hint of guilt and maybe a few tears on their way.

"He... he has to pay," Matt whispered, slightly loosening his grip on Stella's clothing and getting lost in his thoughts.

Stella took this chance while he was in his own little world to try and end this mess. She knew it would hurt like hell, but she had to push the pain aside and get out of here.

She used all her power to push back – out of his grip. Matt wasn't expecting this, so that was an advantage for Stella. She lifted her right leg up and kicked him in the stomach, making him double over. Matt went to pull his gun out of the back of his pants, but Stella managed to kick it out of his hands and out of reach. She lifted her leg up and kicked him in the stomach again, this time making him take a few steps back and falling over the chair he had earlier moved in front of the door. While Matt was down, Stella attempted to make a run for the door, only to be pulled back by her hair.

"You bitch," Matt groaned. He pulled her back into the small room and threw her to the ground. Stella was writhing in pain, having been knocked around so much. She just wanted all this to end.

Stella was jolted from her thoughts when she felt a searing pain shoot through her head. Slowly, everything went black.