Robbie POV

Trapped. Locked. Alone. I've been in here for God knows how long. Before, there was always hope that we'd get out, the hope that I grasped onto, that I relied on. Now though... there's nothing.

The thoughts are accelerating inside my head. I want them to slow so I can breathe but they won't. My breaths come in gasps and I feel like I will black out. My heart is hammering inside my chest like it belongs to a rabbit running for its skin. The room spins and I squat on the floor, trying to make everything slow to something my brain and body can cope with. Beck and Andre notice and come closer. I feel so sick. I want to ask for help but I cant, no words are forming, no voice. I don't know what to say, how to talk. Andre crouched down. Beck pounds his first against the door again. Breathe, no escape, trapped, no words... blackness... creeping blackness... I'm on the floor in a ball- the fetal position. How can we get out, what's my name, what to say, what day is it, the room is spinning...blackness...no escape...

Andre POV

When Robbie's eyes closed, I knew it was better for his mind to be at rest. Panic attacks do that to you, create frantic and repeated thoughts, spinning and spinning until... nothing. Lights out... unconsciousness. Panic attacks are something I am not unaware of. Usually, I'm calm and collected but there isn't a person alive who doesn't experience anxiety, the uneasiness, sweaty palms, dry mouth, the panic. The same way there isn't a person alive who doesn't fear being closed in, fear being trapped in darkness. Anxiety isn't rare, it's ubiquitous, it's just a matter of the degree you feel it. Personally, I've only had a handful of minor panic attacks in my life, for reason I'd rather not go into, but clearly Robbie gets them bad.

While Beck continued to settle into his primitive actions, still trying to rip down the metal door, I sat beside Robbie, folding my hoodie into a make-shift pillow for his head to rest on. "Beck-" I spoke up. "Beck stop."

"No!" He yelled, tugging on the door handle. "We need to get out!"

"Beck it's no use." I replied quietly, holding back the tears that suddenly threatened to prick my eyes. "Just stop."

"I can't." Beck replied, his voice breaking slightly as he talked. "We need to get out... to get to the girls."

"I know." I replied. "But we just can't."

"We can't loose hope... we need to find a way... we..." He was trying so hard to be strong, to be tough, but the emotions just overtook him. His sobs were stifled at first as he attempted to hide his despair, then he was overcome by the wave of emotions and just broke down entirely, all his defences washed away in those salty tears.

When he at last turned his face toward me he was a picture of grief and devastation. It was the face of one who had suffered before and didn't know if he could do it again. I opened my arms for him, pulling him into a comforting hug. His body shook as he sobbed, and I comforted him as much as I could, holding him close, allowing his walls to break down.

In tough situations, everyone reacts diffidently, you never know how exactly, until you are in such a situation. Robbie panics, Beck gets angry and then cries, me? I guess I go cold, pretending it's not happening. It's how I cope, and that's how they cope. And that's okay. We have the right to react however we need to. Who knows how long we have left, there's no point in trying to be strong... we just need to be human.

Jade POV

Cat was trying so hard to be strong, just sat on the mattress beside where Tori was laid, trying to focus her mind on anything but the pain that she felt. It seemed that she thought she needed to hide her emotions from the world, that her position as the daughter of a Mafia boss demanded a look of complete confidence and control. But I could see through it, her facade fading with the endurance of the pain. I could see it in her eyes, her movements, her drooping posture... and yet she continued to try and mask the pain with a cold expression.

This was one of moments when I missed the Cat I knew, the girl from Hollywood Arts. The girl who would randomly burst into outlandish stories about her insane brother. The girl who would talk to someone for 20 minutes, just because they looked a little bit sad. The girl who would scream 'WHATS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?!' after any form of comment related to her, even if it wasn't an insult. Her idiosyncrasies were what made her special, and I can't help but miss them.

This Cat, the 'real' Cat, was different. She was distant, she was cold, she was like me. When the 'old' Cat was running around and being hyper, I'd wish for her to calm down and be like me… now though… I want her back.

There are moments when the 'old' Cat does returned, such as how she was subconsciously stroking Tori's hair for comfort while the half-latina laid there. It made me wonder if the 'old' her wasn't a complete false personality, or maybe she was actually like that before, just shutting down now because her secret life came out and we were thrown into this horrible scenario.

"Cat?" I spoke up, interrupting my own thoughts are well as hers.

"Yeah?" She replied, there was a slight pang in my heart at her response, a small part of my hoping for her to switch back suddenly and reply with "Yup yup, Jadey?" or something along the lines of that jovial reply.

"How's Tori?" I asked, motioning to the still unconscious Tori beside her.

She turned her head towards the half-latina, her eyes scanning Tori's unconscious frame." The same." She replied.

"Why'd you think she's been out longer then us?" I spoke up.

"Maybe they use stronger drug on her, or she's just in a worse state then we thought." She said, her voice distant and with a tone of sadness.

"You're probably right." I replied, my tone mimicking hers. I shuffled closer to Tori, looking closer at her. Sure, I'd noticed her hollow cheeks and pale complexion, the lack of food had effected us all, but the malnourishment was taken to a whole new level on Tori. For some reason, she was burning the calories faster then anyone, even Cat, who missed a few days of food looked better off then Tori, but I guess she had slightly more weight to begin with. I dreaded to think how I looked, having no access to a mirror, but apart from the gnawing pain for hunger and the lack of energy I had, I felt like I wasn't doing too badly compared to Cat and Tori. For that I was grateful, however I was still nearing the stages of starvation and that was certainly making things uncomfortable for me. There is nothing kind about withering away until taken by an avoidable problem, the prevention lying within someone else's grasp: the cold, cold hands of our vindictive kidnappers.

As if on cue, the doors at the top of the staircase swung open, revealing a very disgruntled looking Michael, a tray of something balanced on his right hand. He slowly walked down the steps towards us, focused on not dropping anything or falling flat on his face. I silently wished for that to happen as I needed a good laugh, but with his short temper, any laughing at him could end very badly.

Eventually, both his feet were firmly on the floor of the basement, and without a word he walked over to where Cat and I were stood, silently watching his movements. He stopped a mere meter away from us, I could feel the frustration radiating from him, and see every frown line across his face. "Though I'd rather you starve to death down here-" He began, practicably spitting out each word, "-my father says you need food. And apparently you need more then you've been getting." I could feel my eyes widen and my heart race increase as he spoke- pathetic really, that I was happy by the prospect of slightly more food. "So here." He shoved forward the tray, which I could now see had 3 apples, 3 cheese sandwiches, and 3 bottles of water on it. I stuck my arms out to grab it, but he let go before I had the chance to get a hold on it. The plastic tray was sent down towards the ground, clattering as it made contact with the concrete, the 3 apples haphazardly rolling away. I could feel Cat tense up beside me, trying her hardest to bite her tongue to stop her from speaking up. "Pick it up then!" Michael spat, his voice raised.

I hesitated for a moment, apparently that moment being too long for Michael to wait. Impatiently, he grabbed my shoulder and pushed me to the ground, easily overpowering my weakened frame. As I fell, I suck my arms out in front of me, quickly saving my face from crashing harshly into the cold, hard floor. I felt a shaky hand pull me back up to my feet, Cat was trying so hard to not yell back and Michael, knowing it wouldn't end well that and she couldn't fight back with her injuries. "Thanks." I whispered as I steadied myself, looking back at Michael with a cold expression.

In his arrogant triumph, he smirked - just a small crease of amusement; a narrowing of the eyes and a tilting of the head. It was so subtle, it was even more infuriating for Cat, who's fists were slightly clenched by her side. I could tell he was trying to get a reaction out of her, and he knew it was working. "Nice to see you awake Valentine." He spoke slowly, turning to Cat. "We really beat you up good. A broken arm I see." He suck out one of his fingers to harshly poke her sling-held arm, a small whimper escaping as he made contact, his smirk growing. "Unlike your friend I see." He commented, referring to Tori. "She's very pretty. And very, very vulnerable."

"Don't listen to him Cat." I spoke up. If he kept talking like that, Cat would flip and get hurt. I was trying so hard to hold myself back, but I knew it was harder for Cat, she had so much more against him.

"Shut up you." Michael spat at me, before turning back to Cat. "Got nothing to say for yourself Valentine?"

I felt my heart drop as Cat opened her mouth to reply, I dreaded to think what comeback she's come up with, and how she'd fuel Michael's want for a fight. Though, she did nothing of the sort. "Where are we?" She spoke, calmly and plainly, as if none of the past conversation had happened. She was completely ignoring him, and I couldn't help but slightly smirk myself.

"Far, far away." Michael spoke back, trying to continue the effort for a fight. "Where your family can't find you again. No one knows where you are, and no one will ever know." He still wore the smirk on his face as he finished talking, thinking he'd really found something that would make Cat crack. But his words seemed to have to opposite effect, Cat smiled. There was no annoyance in her expression, no anger. There was a light in her eyes and the shadow of her dimple.

With a look of confusion replacing the smirk, Michael turned and stormed out of the room, unwilling to let himself continue in the face of defeat. The sound of the door slamming and locking echoed around the room, I quickly turned my head towards Cat. "W... why are you happy?" I asked. "What he said- why would that make you happy?"

"Don't you see?" Cat asked. "He said they won't find us 'again'."

"And?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.

"The reason we were moved. My father found us Jade." She explained, I felt a smile form on my own face. "If he did it once, he can do it again."

"That's news I can drink to." I said, motion to the tray of food and drink on the floor.

"Agreed. I'll try to wake Tori up." She said, crouching down beside her. "Tori-" Cat spoke lightly shaving Tori's shoulders as she laid there, still as a statue. "Tori, please wake up."

We'd tried to wake Tori a few times since we'd arrived, and nothing had worked. I was beginning to really worry about my old fr-enemy.

I felt my stomach drop at the thought of how we used to be. Back to the time when we first met, the time where I would have loved to see Tori unconscious... I can't believe I was that cruel once. "Tori." I started to join Cat by waking her. "Wait- I've got an idea."

Grabbing one of the bottles of water from the tray beside me, I slowly undid the cap and poured a small amount of the drink into the cap. Bringing the cap up to Tori's lips, I slowly poured it into her mouth. Cat carefully lifted Tori into a sitting position for the water to flow down her throat, and I continued to pour cap-fulls of water into her mouth.

5 minutes, and half a bottle of water later, we were beginning to loose hope. Tori was still not waking up, and Cat and I really wanted to eat our provided food. "That's all we can do." I sighed, placing the lid back into the half-empty bottle. I got to my feet to go and receive the apples, which had previously rolled off of the tray, when I heard Cat gasp behind me.

"She's waking up!" Cat stated.

"Huh?" I heard Tori mumble, her brown eyes slowly fluttering open. "Who's... walking?"

"Waking." Cat corrected. "And it's you, silly." She was practically beaming as Tori slowly got her bearings.

Looking at the two of them once again reminded me of the old Cat; despite the bruises on her face, the shadows of her fights. The one who'd call everyone 'silly', while showing off her biggest smile.

"Where are we?" Tori said, rubbing her eyes as she sat upright, looking at the room around her.

"My family found where we were, so the Reatos moved us." Cat explained bluntly.

"Where are the boys?" Tori asked in slight panic.

"We don't know." I cut in. "Just... don't think about it."

"We have food." Cat added in a quick subject change. "Not much, but it's better then before."

"Here." I placed the apples into the tray and pushed it between the three of us. "Let's eat."

Before the words had fully left my lips, Cat and Tori had shot forward and grabbed their portion of the food. Smiling to myself slightly, I joined them.