AJ had been missing for three weeks. Randy felt that the police weren't doing all they could. They filed the report but they were still trying to convince Randy that AJ and John ran off together. Randy hired a private investigator last week. He was in his office.

"As I said I would I checked out Mr. Cena's history in the military." The man said. "Apparently after a few years he began to crack under the pressure." "His behavior became erratic." "The only reason they kept him on so long was because he was one of the best." "Then last year he attacked someone in his unit, nearly killed him." "That's why they let him go."

"So he's crazy is what you're telling me?"

"In a nutshell yes."

"Perfect just perfect." "He's alone with my wife doing god knows what to her."

"I went by your wife's dance studio." "Did the police tell you they find a pregnancy test in the trash next to her desk?"

"No."

"It showed it was positive but after all tests sit out for a certain amount of time they come positive no matter what the result." "There's no way to know for sure if the original result was positive."

"Oh god."

"What?"

"If it was positive it's not mine."

"What do you mean?"

"If she's pregnant I'm not the father." "John is." "Oh god no."

Randy went home. Katie was sitting on the couch.

"Any luck?" She asked.

"No." He said sitting down next to her.

"Damn it."

"I know." "It's frustrating." "The private investigator told me that your mom might be pregnant."

"Might be?"

"The police didn't tell me that they found a pregnancy test in the trash."

"Was it positive?"

"Yeah all tests come up positive if they sit out to long." "So we can't be sure."

"So he's hurting her and the baby?" "That's great."

"Katie, the thing is, if she is pregnant I'm not the father."

"No." "You're saying John's the father."

"Yes."

"No."

"I know I don't want him to be either."

"I just want her back." "I miss her."

"I miss her to."

AJ was miserable. Every night she thought of a way to escape. She knew nothing that she thought of would work. Mainly because she couldn't run away with her feet constantly ziptied together. The rapes were almost a nightly occurrence. AJ learned how to dissociate herself when it was happening. John had just undressed AJ. He'd cut her hands free but her feet were still tied together. He put her in the tub and was washing her.

"Aw you're starting to show." He said looking at her stomach. She had a little baby bump.

"You know John eventually I need to go to the doctor."

"What for?"

"I need pre-natal care and tests to make sure the baby's ok."

"You'll be fine." "Women got along for thousands of years without pre-natal care and tests."

"What about when I go into labor?"

"I can do it."

"Do you know how to deliver a baby?"

"No but how hard can it be." "All we'll need is some boiling water and towels." "You push, you breathe, you push, you breathe until the head comes then one more good hard push after that and we're done." "It was probably be painful for you but it'll be worth it."

After her bath John sat AJ on the bed and was reziptying her hands.

"How much longer do I have to wear these?" She asked.

"Until I can trust you not to run."

"It's been three weeks and I haven't tried anything." "I mean come on." "Don't you want me to be comfortable?" "I thought you loved me."

"I do love you." "I'll think about letting your hands free."

"Thank you."

"I hope it's a boy." "It'll be nice to have a little boy."

"Yeah."

The next day John came in the room. He nailed the windows shut and cut AJ's zipties off of her hands.

"What about my feet?" She asked.

"Ok I'm locking you in anyway." He cut the zipties from her feet. "I'm going out for awhile." He walked out the door and turned around. "If you yell for help no one will hear you." The neighbors on the right are on vacation and the neighbors on the left are so old they can't hear a thing." "I love you." He closed the door. AJ heard it lock.