Ana

"Ana, wake up honey," mom softly whispers into my ear.

My eyes flutter open when I feel my mother run her finger over my face softly.

I open my eyes fully and see my mom hovering over me.

"We're home honey. Let's get inside," she says.

I nod and sit up and stretch. I must have fallen asleep while we were driving home. I take my seatbelt off and get out of the car slowly.

Once were inside, I tell my mother I am going to lay down. I'm still pretty tired from all the drama today.

"Okay, honey. Sleep well," she says distractedly.

I see her and my dad pulling things out of the fridge to make sandwiches. I'm not that hungry, so I walk into my room and close the door.

I throw my purse onto my desk and get undressed. I put on some pajamas and get into bed. I fluff my pillow and lay down and quickly fall asleep.


I wake up after a couple of hours sleep. I look out of my window and see it is pitch black outside. I get up from my bed and stretch my arms over my head. I walk over to my desk and look through my purse for my phone. I forgot to call and let Christian know I made it home safely.

I find it and discover it is dead. I sigh and go over to the side of my bed and quickly plug it in. I leave it alone to charge so I can start the phone back up. While I am waiting, I walk out of my room and see that none of the lights are on. I walk into the living room carefully, since it's pretty dark inside of the house. I walk into the kitchen and see the clock on the oven and it reads 2:33 am.

We got home late and instead of staying up and going to bed like I normally do at 9:30, I went to bed right as we got home at 7 pm. No wonder I am wide awake right now.

I sigh and turn on the kitchen light and make me a cup of tea. When I am done, I turn off the light and head back to my bedroom with my tea in hand to check my phone again.

Right before I get to my bedroom door, I hear a noise coming from the room next to mine. I halt and stare at the closed door in confusion.

I turn my head and see that my parent's door is shut, which means they are still sleeping. I turn back around and walk to the closed door slowly. I try to hear the sound again, but I am met with silence.

I open the door slowly and see that the far window blinds are opened. The moonlight shines into the room, casting a glow on my mother's sewing room. I look around the room and do not see anything suspicious. I frown and walk further into the room. I set my cup of tea down on her desk and walk to the window. I see that it is opened a little, causing the gray chevron curtains to move freely around the room. I slightly shiver as I close the window entirely, and walk over to the light switch and turn on the light.

My mother painted the room a soft peach color. An L-shaped white desk sits by the window. Her white sewing machine is sitting on the part of the desk that is facing the only window. Her blue chair has various sewing materials piled up onto it.

I don't hear anything, so I shake my head and pick up my cup of tea and leave the room, shutting the light off behind me. I walk to my bedroom and close the door. I take a sip of my tea and leave it on my desk.

I go and pick up my phone and see it is charged to 25%. I see I have a couple of missed calls from Christian. I check the time and see it's now three in the morning. He's probably asleep, so I vow to call him back in the morning when I wake up. I put my phone down, and I am about to go to the bathroom, but then I decide to try to call him. He's probably worried about me. I'm hoping he talked with his parents about what happened yesterday.

I pick up my phone again and decide to try to call him. I miss him, and I hate that I had to leave when all the shit that happened with his parents that night. I wanted to stay there and comfort him, but they needed to work it out as a family in private. As much as I wanted to stay, I needed to come home with my parents.

I hit his name and put the phone to my ear. I frown when it goes straight to voicemail.

I try him again, and still it goes straight to voicemail. That's strange.

He never turns his phone off. He always leaves it on just in case I need to call him for an emergency. A terrible thought occurs to me. What if he has been hurt? What if something happened to his mother? To him?

I hurry into my contacts and try to call his mother. I press call, and it also goes to voicemail. I frown again. Why is no one answering?

I bit my lip and look around my room. Who can I call? I need to see what is going on because I have a horrible feeling something happened to him. I suddenly think of calling Arabella. Maybe he went to their house after I left. Yes! That's it.

I go back into my contacts and find her number. I press call again and hear it ring four times before she picks up.

"Hello?" her groggy voice answers.

"Belle? Hey, it's Ana," I say relieved.

"Ana? Hey, what's going on?"

"I'm sorry to call you so late, but I'm trying to reach Christian, and his phone went straight to voicemail. I was wondering if he was there with you?" I say in a rush.

"Christian? No, he's not here. Last time I checked he was going home," she says confused.

I frown deeply.

"Actually, I'm not even home right now. I spent the night at a friend's house, but last time I checked he was going home to his apartment," she says.

I am about to respond when I feel something move across the back of my neck. I jump, and I whip my head around quickly.

I don't see anything. I place my hand at the back of my neck, but don't feel anything.

"Ana? Are you there?" she says.

"Yeah, sorry. I…I just thought I heard a noise," I shake my head.

"Do you want me to call my dad?" she asks.

"Oh, no sorry. I'll call him. You go back to sleep. Sorry to wake you up. I just wanted to check up on Christian to see if he is okay after the thing at dinner," I say.

"Yeah, no problem. Talk to you soon. We should get together sometime soon and go shopping," she says wearily.

"Totally. Talk to you soon," I agree.

"Bye, love ya!" she hangs up.

I shake my head and chuckle slightly.

I sit on my bed this time and go into my contacts and call his dad's number. It rings five times before it goes to voicemail. I sigh heavily, and I am about to leave him a voicemail, but the phone suddenly clicks and frantic voice answers.

"ANA!" they yell.

I jump from Chris's frantic voice.

"Chris?" I frown.

"Oh, thank God. Have you seen Christian?" he says frantically.

My heart starts beating frantically when I hear the distress in his voice.

"What? Chris, what is going on? I'm trying to call him, but it keeps going to voicemail," I panic.

"Ana…you….to….get….here right now!" the call is breaking up, and I can't understand what he is saying.

"What?" I say into the phone.

He keeps breaking up as I get up and start pacing my room. I pull the phone back from my ear and see I have a strong connection. My panic increases when I hear part of what he is saying.

Christian.

Kidnapped.

Need to get here quick.

I drop the phone when I hear the word kidnapped. I freeze, and all the blood drains from my face. I start to hyperventilate when I think of someone hurting Christian. I pant and finally coming out from my shock. I start to get dressed frantically.

I pull on a pair of ripped skinny jeans, a white camisole, and a gray sweater to put over the white shirt. I throw on a pair of my tan Ugg's and pick up my phone. I see that Chris hung up. I run to get my purse and throw my phone into my bag. I get to my desk and quickly scribble my parents a note, so they know what is going on. I run out of my room and quickly place the note on the kitchen table and quickly walk to the front door. I find my mother's keys in the bowl by the door and snatch them up.

I open, shut and lock the door and get into my mother's car. I throw my bag into the passenger's seat and start the engine. My hands are shaking, so it takes a few tries to get my hands to cooperate. I finally get the keys into the ignition and turn the car on. I am about to pull out of the driveway when I feel something being pressed into the back of my neck. I freeze when I feel someone take hold of my throat and squeeze me semi-tightly.

"Be fucking quiet," a dark voice hisses into my ear.

I start to panic but nod my head quickly. The voice reaches over and presses a gun to my temple. All the blood drains from my face, and I pale at the sight of it.

"Now, here is what we are going to do. You are going to drive until I tell you to stop. Any question?" he hisses.

I shake my head quickly. A tear falls out of the corner of my eye. I am shaking violently at this point. I look down and see the person's arm is covered in black. They have black gloves on, and I can see the start of a big owl tattooed on his wrist. Most of it is hidden due to the black jacket. I bring my eyes to the rear view mirror and see a man with a black mask covering his face. His eyes are the only thing I can see, and they are pitch black. Two dark black eyes stare menacingly back at me.

I shake more violently at the sight of him. His lips lift up into a sneer, and I choke back a sob.

He takes his arms off of me but keeps the gun pointed at the back of my head. His hard eyes were never leaving mine.

"Drive," he growls.

Tears are streaming down my face while I back out of the driveway.

I look back at my house and try not to burst into tears. My house disappears into the darkness as I drive further and further away.

All I can think about is how I want Christian's loving arms wrapped around me. Comforting me, because right now, I am scared to death.


Christian

We drive for about three more hours. The sun is starting to rise in the horizon, as we drive into yet another state. Elena suddenly drives off the freeway and turns into a gas station. My mom sits up and looks over at me full of hope. I give her a small smile and whisper to her that I have a plan.

She nods and we sit back and wait for them to open the door.

Tyler gets out from the back and gestures for us to get out of the car.

My mother gets out first, and I follow.

The prick gets out of the passenger's seat and walks towards us. I push my mother in the back of me once more.

"I have to use the bathroom," I say impassively.

"Hold it," he hisses.

I look at him like he has grown three heads.

"What do you expect me to do? Hold it all the way until we get to Detroit?" I say sarcastically.

He grinds his teeth and glares at me.

"Fine. I'll just take a shit in your car then," I shrug.

He growls and stalks towards me. My mother puts a hand on my shoulder.

He gets in my face and starts to speak.

"He's going with you, boy. Five minutes and that is all. Got it?" he sneers.

"Got it," I hiss.

He pushes me forward, and I look back at my mother. She stares at me in fear. I mouth at her that I will be right back. She nods and gets back into the car. Elena quickly gets gas, and the fucker gets into the car after my mother. I vaguely notice him talking on the phone before he slams the door shut. The prick pushes me forward. The gun is still lodged into my back. Nobody seems to notice it or notices that the asshole in the back of me is standing so close to me that we are practically one.

As we get to the restroom, an older man comes out and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me standing there. He looks me up and down and frowns when he sees me standing in front of him shirtless.

Oh, yes. I am still fucking shirtless.

He looks behind me and stares at us in disgust.

I close my eyes in annoyance when I see what this must look like.

He probably believes we are going to screw inside of the restroom.

The guy throws his hands in the air and moves out of our way.

"It's all yours," he says repulsed.

I glare at him when he walks off quickly. He pushes me inside of the restroom.

"Five minutes," the fucker says.

I stomp to the stall and slam the door closed. I sit on the toilet seat and put my head in my hands. My plan was to mouth help to anyone who passes us. I can't call the police because this asshole is glued to my fucking hip. I can't get anyone's attention because nobody fucking notices us or fucking pays attention.

I can't do anything because that asshole might hurt my mother. Or he might drive off with her and the prick kills me.

My leg bounces up and down as I run my hand through my hair in frustration. Fuck.

"Let's go. Five minutes are up," he bangs on the door.

I growl and throw the door open, and I walk out of the restroom quickly. He runs forward and catches up to me. A man who comes into the store sees me and frowns at me.

I mouth help as he stares at me in confusion. I am about to mouth at him again, but a car that suddenly speeds into the gas station steals my attention.

I glance at it and notice it's a red Toyota. My eyes widen when I see that it looks exactly like Ana's mother's car. I race out the door, leaving the guy confused behind me as I run out frantically. I suddenly see the back door open, and a tall man in all black races out of the car. He throws the driver's side open, and yanks someone out of the car by their arm. I halt in my tracks when I see that the person is Ana. NO!

The man in the black mask grabs hold of her hair and pushes her forward. Tears are streaming down her face as he quickly walks towards the SUV in front of them. Her watery eyes meet mine and her eyes widen in relief.

"Christian!" she whimpers.

"Ana," I yell.

I run over to her but before I can get to her the guy in black throws her inside of the car and points the gun at me. I stop dead in my tracks.

"Get in," he hisses.

I put my hands up in surrender and walk slowly to the car.

How the fuck did they get Ana?


AN: Here is the next chapter.

Thank you all for reviewing this story. When reading the reviews of the last chapter, some of you were wondering where Ana was since she didn't answer her phone when Christian called her. So, I decided to start this chapter with her POV. I did not plan on her getting kidnapped as well, I just planned on her being at home and her phone dead. It got me thinking, so I included Ana more into the rest of the story. I noticed that the direction of the story was more of Christian parents, so I waned to incorporate more of C&A. In the beginning, I planned on having mainly them in this story, and not their parents, but it didn't turn out that way.

Anyway, thank you to the readers who asked about Ana and her whereabouts.

I hope you all like the chapter, and I will try to update the next chapter here soon.

I will update the Pinterest board here later tonight. I have some pins saved for this chapter but not all.

Thank you for reading. Please review.