Safia's story:

"Shhhh! Don't. Move. A. Muscle!" Carlos whispered to me without moving his face at all.

"I think I see him los! There! There!" I said quietly, pointing as we hid in the undergrowth of the jungle.

"Where?" Carlos said, searching his eyes frantically. We had been hiding away in the jungle for the last twenty minutes.

"Right there!" I replied pointing again.

Carlos smiled an evil smile. "The little fucker has his back to us!" He replied.

"You know what to do?" I whispered to him.

Carlos nodded. "Sneak up on him and crack his neck. Quick and easy!" He replied.

"Carlos..." I said warily. "Don't mess it up this time!" I warned.

"I won't... I promise, you can trust me saffy." He clarified, then as silent as the night, Carlos snuck out from his hiding place, leaving me alone and crept up on his unsuspecting prey that wondered aimlessly around the jungle.

I held my breath in anticipation, unsure wether I should close my eyes or watch to make sure he did it correctly this time.

All was going fine until Carlos cracked a twig he stood on, a chase then began. Carlos hot on the heels like an assassin. I watched him in a last ditch attempt, jump, pounce and drop.

I ran from my hiding place to see what had happened. "Carlos? Carlos?" I called as I ran towards him.

I found Carlos laying flat on the ground, belly side down. He turned his head to look at me.

"Did you get him?" I asked.

With a menacing smile, Carlos rolled on to his back, but with his eyes glimmering with self appreciation, Carlos held up the now dead brown chicken we had been hunting for the last hour and a half. "Lunch will be served shortly!" He laughed out.

I smiled back at him then helped him up to his feet. We were both starving!

Since we left Jake in his bear trap this morning, Carlos and I had walked for what felt hours not passing as much as an apple tree. With hunger getting the better of us by midday we spotted this lone Little brown chicken roaming around. We spent ages chasing it, and trying to outwit it, but the little bugger was quick! But now Carlos had won... I did feel kind of bad him killing the chicken but needs must... we were starving!

Carlos and I found a nice little place by a lake to make a camp, without the use of anything other than Carlos' keys he had in his pocket, getting this chicken ready to eat was a messy task but we got there and Carlos cooked it up pretty good.

"Thank goodness you caught it." I laughed as we both sat by our fire and ate. "I thought I might have to eat you soon." I joked.

Carlos smiled as he tore in to a chicken leg. "I know! I've never been so hungry... I hope I cooked it okay... I don't want to make us sick." He worried.

"It's fine! It's cooked through!" I smiled.

It was a happy moment in such desperate times. Finally filling out stomachs was one less thing we had to worry about. We hadn't really talked about the gunmen or the fact we saw our group get shot in the head one by one.

"You have to be careful though huh..." Carlos said with his mouth full. "... I mean you being pregnant... I wouldn't want to hurt your baby by giving you bad chicken." He said.

"Los my baby is going to be fine now it's mommy has had some decent food." I reassured him. Carlos was a worrier. He worried about everything and anything I had decided. With the hours we had spent together he had worried out loud about the future of big time rush, insisting if the show continued with other actors then Carlos would quit, he also worried about his dad a lot, wondering how worried he would be about Carlos, but the delightful thing about Carlos was that he worried about me... a bit too much, but it was lovely and it helped a lot when the sadness of James became too much.

"Wow! I'm stuffed!" Carlos said wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and laying down on the grass with a satisfactory groan of fulfillment.

"What are you going to do when you get off the island saf?" He asked me.

I let out a sigh. "I have the joyful task of telling my mom and dad that I'm having a baby."

Carlos sat up slightly, leaning his head on his hand as he lay down still. "What do you think they will do?" He asked.

"I honestly have no idea, I know my mom just wants me to be happy regardless, but my dad expects me to be traditional. He will see me as an embarrassment. I wouldn't be surprised if he disowned me. My mother wouldn't get a say in it... single momsville... not how I had my fairy tale with James planned." I said feeling emotional over the death of James.

"He might be okay Safia... don't give up hope." Carlos said raising an optimistic eyebrow at me.

"I honestly can't see how he would be. It would be a miracle los and between you and I, I think we are fresh out of those!" I replied giving him a friendly pat on the leg as I lay down on the grass next to him, the heat from the fire that still burned and the midday sun that shone on me felt lovely with my full stomach. I just wanted to sleep.

"I was going to ask Mackenzie if she wanted to move in with me when she turned 18... you know our own place... not btr head quarters." He laughed at the name of the shared house he once lived with Kendall and Logan at.

"She would of jumped at the chance." I smiled.

"Yeah I bet she would of! She hated staying over with me with Kendall and Logan in the house. She got fed up clearing up after them." He replied sleepily as he lay next to me facing the sun with his eyes shut.

"I was lucky with James, he was really tidy when he wanted to be. The only thing I couldn't stand about him was that I couldn't get hold of him until about 2pm every day." I smiled at the memory.

Carlos let out a laugh. "You mean because he was asleep? James loves his lay ins." Carlos chuckled.

"Yeah! He completely zonks out, he is hilarious... was hilarious." I corrected myself.

The atmosphere stayed silent for a moment.

"Saffy..." Carlos said after a minute or so.

I turned my head to look at him. "Yeah." I replied wiping at my eyes that let a few emotional tears out for James.

"No matter what happens... with your mom and dad or... well with anything! You will always have me. I promise you. Mates for life!" He said holding his clenched fist out for me to tap with my own.

I bumped knuckles with him. "Mates for life!" I repeated with a smile. "This sort of thing kinda does seal a bond huh?" I asked.

"Yep! It's not something you can really share with anyone else. LA seems like another planet compared to this... I could just drink a milkshake right now." He said out of the blue.

"Mmm sounds good. I would have chocolate!" I replied.

"Mine would be banana! Hey when we get off this fucking island we should do that when we get back to LA... my treat!" Carlos said with a smile.

"I will look forward to that Carlos." I replied with a yawn.

I drifted off to a light sleep listening to Carlos hum the theme tune to power rangers.


My eyes snapped open with shock as I took in my surroundings and the noise that was now erupting around me.

"SAF RUN!" I heard Carlos shout. I looked in the direction of his voice and saw him wrestling a man to the floor. I saw the man had a gun but in the attack from Carlos it had been dropped and kicked just out of his reach.

"Saffy run! Go!" Carlos said as I stood up and just looked on in shock at what I had woken up to.

My brain thought about running, about leaving Carlos behind and finding safety but I couldn't do it. I did what I thought was the right thing to do. I walked towards Carlos and picked the gun up. My hands shaking as I held it up.

"Carlos stop! I've got him." I said as I pointed the gun at the strange man's head.

Carlos threw the man to the floor, he stayed down knowing I had the gun pointed at him.

"Who the hell are you!" Seethed out of my mouth at the man.

He looked up from his position on the ground. "Me? Who the fuck are you and why are you on my island?" He replied.

I looked at Carlos as he looked back at me. Not really knowing where to begin.

"How is this your island?" I hissed at him.

"Because I own the fucking thing!" Said the man, he looked in his forties with jet black hair. A dark leathery looking tan on him.

I nodded. "Why did you shoot those people earlier?" I asked.

"What people I didn't shoot anyone!" He shouted up at me.

"A group of five people were ordered to their knees and shot in the head one by one this morning, by men wearing the same thing you are wearing!" I said looking at his khaki coloured pants.

"That wasn't me!" The man insisted. "This is private land and the people that work here are instructed to shoot at will if trespassers approach for the crops." He said as his mouth got covered in dust and grit from his position on the floor.

Once again I looked at Carlos.

"Crops?" Carlos repeated.

The man looked almost amused that we didn't know what he was talking about.

"You kids aren't here for the heroin then?" The man said with a laugh at how unfortunate we seemed right now.

"Stop fucking laughing!" I yelled at him. "We were on a plane headed for New Zealand! It crashed in the ocean and we ended up here!" I explained. "Those five people that got shot and one that ran in to a fucking bear trap were also passengers from that plane!"

"Okay, okay! I'm going to stand up now." The man told me.

"No you will stay where you are!" I demanded, my hand shaking with fear.

The man ignored me and continued to get up.

"She said stay down!" Carlos said taking a step forward.

The man chuckled and walked towards me. He pulled another gun out that was tucked on the inside of his pants and aimed it at my head.

"One was loaded, the other wasn't... shall I go first to find out?" The man said, his tone slick. He was only short I realised, now he was only a few feet away from me and standing up.

"Safia shoot him!" Carlos said sternly.

My hands began to tremble even more as I stretched the gun out further.

"Safia shoot him before he kills you and your baby!" Carlos instructed.

On this news the man lowered his gun.

"Saf don't trust him! Shoot him." Carlos said. I glanced over at los who was pleading with me to do as he said. I wasn't a killer, I was just a girl caught up in this, but Carlos was right! My baby was at risk.

I squeezed the trigger so slowly as the man looked me straight in the eye. All that happened was a small click, no bullets came shooting out, no loud bang echoed through the trees. I pressed the trigger again but I only got the click.

The man raised his eyebrow to me. "I guess mine is the loaded one then!" He said menacingly. His gun then got pointed at Carlos and we were both instructed to move.

The man marched us through the jungle, passed the lake. "Don't get too near the water... the ground subsides." He warned as we walked passed the waters edge.

"I'm sorry" I whispered to Carlos as we walked.

Carlos shook his head. "It's not your fault safia... we are just fresh out of miracles!" He reminded me of our earlier conversation.

Approaching a little house made from grey stones I began to feel nervous.

"There they are... the crops!" The man said proudly pointing in to the distance.

"Flowers?" Carlos asked in a patronising way... 5 people got killed for flowers?"

"Opium!" The man corrected Carlos.

I looked up to the view of assorted colored flowers. There were thousands of them on the hills behind the house.

"Go in" the man demanded as we reached the stone house.

I turned the knob and walked in. It reminded me of what I had seen in films of war time in the 1940s, old patterned furniture, and pictures of ships and old maps decorated the walls. A kitchenette ran along one side of the house and a bed sat at the opposite end from where I currently stood. It was only one room that this guy called home.

"Take a seat" the man said pointing his gun towards the ghastly sofa that had stained floral patterns on the cushioned areas but mahogany coloured wooden arm rests.

I was first to sit down, Carlos followed suit. The man tucked his gun back in his trousers, tied my left hand to the wooden arm rest, and Carlos' right hand to the arm rest that was on his side, with us secured he then walked over to the kitchenette. He poured three glasses of water out from the tap that stood over an old fashioned sink and placed them on the rickety wooden table that was in front of us.

"Why don't you just kill us?" I questioned.

The man shook his head. "Not my department" He said.

"We haven't done anything wrong so why keep us captive?" I asked.

"Well the problem is that I'm not a killer... guarding that shit growing out there isn't my job! That's what the others are here for, so be grateful for now that they didn't find you! But my other problem is that you have seen everything that happens on this island. Now if you had of said that your plane crashed and you got stranded here, I would of happily taken you to the main land on the motor boat... but you didn't, you said you saw 5 people get killed, so I've had to take you back here... where you have now unfortunately seen the poppies too!" He replied as he drank down his water.

"What's going to happen to us then?" Carlos asked.

"I hand you over to the rangers in the morning... I don't kill... I have been known to maim a few people though, so unless you want to lose any fingers or toes I suggest you behave." He warned. I looked at Carlos and swallowed hard.

"The rangers are the people that shot everyone?" I asked.

"Yeah they live on the main land... left an hour ago. It's just me for company I'm afraid until then." He said calmly like this was the most normal conversation.

I felt a sweaty hand enter mine. I looked at Carlos as we exchanged the same look of defeat. "It will be okay." I whispered to him.

I heard the man chuckle as he turned on the only thing that looked modern which was the tv, a huge flat screen pushed up against the wall as it sat on a table. I was surprised he had electricity.

"Why do you do this? What kind of life is it, man?" Carlos asked as the man got comfy in an arm chair and watched a lame dvd.

"Money!" He simply replied.

I let out a laugh. "Money? Oh my goodness what are you doing? saving it up for a rainy day? Why on earth do you need money in this shit hole?" I asked sarcastically.

The man ignored my laughter. "I have family that need it..." he corrected me.

"Surely your family would appreciate you being around rather than you have them sent drug money!" Carlos said, his eyes narrow.

The man stood up and walked over to his bed, pulling out a laptop. He flicked it open and proceeded to show me and Carlos pictures of his children, wife, brothers and his mother who looked ancient. "If I stayed in America I would be behind bars! This way I have freedom and my family have everything they deserve." He concluded.

"What did you do? That you would be in prison for?" I asked.

"I was a prison officer... did some things that I shouldn't of... a lot of things, I will be killed if I was sent down." He replied.

"How the hell do you get internet out here?" Was the only question that Carlos wanted an answer to.

The guy chuckled. "I don't! I take the boat over to the main land, it picks it up from there. There is no reception for cells or internet here. I have the satellite phone and that's it." He replied.

I had a look around for where the phone might be but I couldn't see it.

"We won't say anything... we didn't know those people that died. You could take us to the..." I said but then stopped as I looked at the pictures on the wall.

"Don't waste your breath, sugar." The man said regardless.

Carlos looked at me puzzled. "It will be okay." I said reassuringly to again him as a squeezed his hand.

The man settled in to watching his movie while I tried to communicate what I had seen on the wall. Unfortunately for myself Carlos wasn't the brightest spark.

"You need to distract him." I barely whispered out. Carlos didn't hear me, he leaned in closer and I repeated myself but he still didn't hear over the noise of the tv.

"What?" He whispered back.

"I need you to distract him!... a diversion." I whispered, giving him the eye to say I had found a way out of this... but really it was more a glimmer of hope.

The man turned and scowled at Carlos and I. "Less chit chat!" He scorned.

"Why? Carlos mouthed to me.

"Map" I mouthed back discreetly and nodded at the map that was framed up on the wall.

Carlos squinted. He wasn't understanding that the coordinates of our location were happily displayed on the map.

"Just create a diversion for a few minutes while I try and find that phone!" I whispered.

The man stood up. "Right what is all the whispering about?" He demanded as he looked down on us.

"I need... the toilet." Carlos replied now fidgeting his legs about.

The man rolled his eyes. "Fine... c'mon then!" He said un tying Carlos from the wooden arm rest.

Carlos was escorted from the small house, it had no bathroom or toilet to speak of. The man opened up the door of the house holding it open with his foot.

"Go on then!" He instructed Carlos just a few feet from the door.

Carlos looked at me despairingly. Obviously them being stood just outside of the door wasn't going to allow me to search for a phone.

"Fuck you!" I then heard Carlos say as he kneed the guy in the nuts and ran away! I gave Carlos some credit then as he ran away screaming his head off like a crazy man as he went; giving me some idea of the distance he had gone. The gunman chased him. Soon I couldn't hear him any longer, I tried desperately to undo the rope my hand was attached to the sofa by but instead I ended up dragging the entire thing with me as I scrambled over to the drawers in the kitchenette. I rifled through them all, only finding basic utensils or old papers. I quickly searched the entire room with my eyes not seeing anything else that the phone may be sat in.

"Think saffy think!" I said out loud to myself. That was when I saw the laptop sat on the guys bed, maybe if he kept the laptop under there then the phone would also be under there.

I painfully dragged the rickety sofa towards the bed, I found it difficult to manoeuvre myself to look underneath it but I pulled out a small plastic box.

"Yes!" I said with a grin as I lay my hand on the phone.

Shaking, I dialled the only number that sprang to my mind in such an emergency.

"Hello?" Came the deep voice down the other end as it answered.

"Daddy?!" I cried out on hearing the friendly voice.

"Safia? Safia where are you?" He asked urgently and worried, he obviously knew that I was missing and not in Switzerland as I said I was going, on a school trip.

"Dad, you need to listen!" I cried dragging the sofa over to the picture on the wall of the dated looking map with what I took to believe as this very island and its coordinates. I am stuck on an island... we are going to end up getting shot!" I sniffed, babbling out all this random information. "These are the coordinates..." I said as I read them out to him.

"Safia slow down!" My father said.

"Please write them down and get help!" I wept as I said them again. "Daddy I've got to go, the man will be back soon... I love you... please send help!" I said then hung up the phone and shoved it back under the bed inside the box.

I pulled the sofa back over the wooden floor and tried to get it back in the position it was originally in, last thing I wanted was to let the guy know what I had done... I just prayed that help would arrive in time!

I still cried when the door swung open and Carlos got thrown in the house, a gun pointed at him from behind.

"You fucking little shit!" The gunman said seething. "Sit your ass back down!" He shouted at Carlos.

Carlos got tied back up to the old sofa arm rest. The man shook his head in annoyance at him. "Little shit!" He said again. "You are gonna regret that!" He warned then walked over to the kitchen cupboard and pulled out a bottle of whiskey.

I gave carlos a smile to indicate that I had succeeded in doing what I had planned to.

"I think I saw Logan!" He whispered to me.

"What?" I replied in disbelief.

"I think I saw Logan, he was covered in mud... they both were." He added.

"Both?" I questioned still gobsmacked at this news of Logan being alive.

"Lola... I guess, I couldn't see... she was covered in mud... from the lake. They were making out. They saw me Safia!" He whispered happily, now resting our immediate rescue plans on Logan Henderson's shoulders if my father failed to get us help.

"Right that's it!" The gunman said sounding enraged. Slamming his bottle down, he marched over and untied me from the arm rest. "Your little friend has pissed me off... I tried to be the nice guy but now... well I shall let you know what I did that I'm avoiding prison for shall I?" He replied pulling me up and throwing me over on to the bed...