As yet another month proceeded to turn into the next, both Michelle and Gary had moved into a house in a neighborhood where again nobody could suspect anything. Only that this time, she was basically condemmed inside of a room upstairs, which had a mini refrigerator, radio, tv and a large sized bed.

Michelle most certainly did not like being stuck inside of this room, especially when Gary continued to emotional abuse her. She had begged him to stop, but to no avail. His threats about killing her if she ran away, preventing her from doing so. With believing his words, Michelle had no other choice but to remain here.

When Gary wasn't there, she did yoga on a daily basics; something she had done in her old life. She did however think about it, while writing in her journal at nights. That however was halted when Gary suspected this, and discovered it before threatening to hurt her.

For the time being,Michelle stood in front of a window, looking at the palm trees outside. She wanted so much to be able to walk along the shore, freeing free again. Most importantly, to even be able to show off her now protruding baby bump. Being pregnant made her feel warm and happy inside, but not when Gary would constantly critize her for now being so unattractive.

Now feeling a craving for a pizza, Michelle sighed deeply. She hadn't had a slice of pizza in a very long time, but couldn't have it. Just then Gary came into the room," Go raid the fridge, it's dinner time," he said.

That was the exception besides her using the bathroom. Once she headed downstairs and into the kitchen, a pizza box lay on the kitchen table. Beside it was some warm breadsticks with marinra sauce as well.

" Go ahead Michelle and take something."

Michelle now turned," That pizza looks better than what you've got inside the fridge."

" Just too bad you ain't eating it," he said, seeing the look on her face," You can't starve yourself being fucking pregnant."

With another small breath, Michelle now looked inside frustrated that nothing inside looked appatising, before making herself a peanut butter and banana sandwhich. After pouring herself a drink, she now sat down at the table, dinner time was the only time that she was allowed to eat with him.

Her eyes couldn't help but look at the pizza, aching to taste it in her mouth. From her underneath her hand, she felt her baby moving. When Michelle had first felt that, she felt this pure joy but now couldn't express it or share it with anyone.

Gary already had informed her that the baby would be placed up for adoption. He never really liked kids, and didn't want to hear the sound one crying either.

As he took another slice of pizza, he now noticed a pair of blue eyes looking right at it," Take the fucking breadsticks, your more annoying than anything else!"

"Then why did you even marry me?"

Gary sighed," We aren't going through this conversation again," not really in the mood to fight with her, as he now finished his dinner, " Look just take the food and go back upstairs. We'll talk later."

Back in Philly, everyone wondered if they would ever see Lilly again. Since her abduction just four months ago, there still wasn't anything to really go on. Although James had provided Scotty with information, which now appeared to be dried up, there now wasn't anymore information that could even be remotely useful.

All that Scotty could do now was wait, but he knew that he couldn't. It had seemed as if her abducter had completely disappeared with her, and wasn't about to taunt the police about it. Although the squad had sent a photo of her to the Florida State Police, no one had reported any sightings of a woman matching her description, or here in Philly for that matter.

What if Lilly was already dead? What if she was killed shortly after being abducted?

Scotty hoped that this wasn't true, but things like this did happen.

Meanwhile, Michelle was forced to care for James whom was hurt by Gary, but not severely enough to warrant any trips to the local hospital.

" Your partner's been looking for you," he managed to say," I know that you remember your old life."

She didn't answer, but instead continued applying pressure to his wound. That's when James now touched her arm," Your home is in Philly not here."

At that point Michelle now looked over," I don't care about my old life."

" Even about the baby's father," James whispered.

Michelle now exhaled," He left me for another woman," fighting the tears that were indeed threatning to fall. She had been brainwashed to believe this lie, when it was so far from the truth. As soon as she applied the bandage over his wound, she now got up.

James tried once out to reach out, but instead was told to leave just three days later. Then after that, things grew a bit too quite even for Michelle. Nevertheless she couldn't ask why, but instead continued to live her daily life.

In a matter of days, however Gary now would make her strip naked in front of him, while he would humliated her with insults. Tonight, that didn't happen, before writing something down on the back of her sonogram picture; with the code: 9123,LR .

Just two days later, Scotty was called down to Florida after local cops discovered James's body lying in an abadoned field.

He was also with them when they went to search his house, but when the house had failed to turn up any new clues. They now headed over to Gary's last known address.

Dispite what James had said to Scotty, the house looked clean though it wasn't in the nicest area of town. Still unaware that Lilly was indeed upstairs, he continued to keep his eye out for any of the other detectives were suspious about Gary.

Scotty had no idea just how close it was to his partner, but then again didn't consider Gary now to be her possible abducter or murderer either. Sometime later, he discovered a sonogram photo, on the back was the handwriting of someone he knew.

More importantly, it told him that Lilly was giving him a message.

" I'll find you Lil, I promise," he thought to himself, but that was going to take nearly two months or quite possibly more to finally find her.