CLARY POV

I wake up for the third time this week to one of my children using my bladder as a football then a few minutes later, like clockwork, I have a Braxton hicks' contraction.

Today marks my thirty second week as a pregnant teenager. I've been here for 12 weeks. Four since Steven last visited, not that I expect him after the last time I seen him. Today for the first time I will need to venture further than the corner shop and make my way into the small town.

I've only used a small amount if the money that Stephen had left me. Maybe only 200 dollars in total, leaving me with close to nine thousand and eight hundred dollars. I don't know where he put my purse or my phone or actually anything that I had in my bag that day. I can probably guess that my phone was thrown within a few minutes of Stephen grabbing me but everything else was attached to me before I had woken up in the grubby house, so I can only assume that he took them.

"I think I may buy some paint in the town today. Maybe some new bed sheets and a new mattress." I say rubbing circles on my stomach whilst talking to my children. I feel one of them, I believe its the boy, JJ, kicking back at my hand as I rub circles over his foot. "I know JJ, but we have to make this place a home until Daddy comes and finds us." I feel another series of kicks lower down and more towards my back. "I know CJ, but he will come. Daddy always finds a way to get back to me. And now with you two growing snugly in my belly he's even more protective than normal." I tell my daughter.

I rub both spots where my children are, trying to sooth both them and myself. 12 weeks without him is defiantly long enough. I won't be leaving his side when I do eventually get back home to him.

"Okay guys time to get ready to go into town. Where ever that is." I say to JJ and CJ, using all my strength to get off the horribly low moss green and brown sofa that's in the living room. I make my way through the old yellow walled passage way playing a game with myself. Guess the original colour. If I had to say I would bet that the walls of the passage way used to be a nice cream colour.

I walk into the bathroom thinking about the colours. I would say in here used to be a lovely shade of pale blue with a white bath set. The toilet and sink of the set have turned yellow due to years of not being cleaned properly. The bath has a disgusting ring of scum around it that makes half the bath look black whilst the top half looks yellow again from the lack of cleaning. The walls now look an off grey colour rather than the blue that I would imagine them to be. The flooring I think used to be small squares checks, but now its just dirt all everywhere.

I think I'll get some cleaning supplies in the town as well and start cleaning the bathroom. Then maybe later I may have a nice bath. Hopefully it would sooth my children to sleep and also help with the pain from the Braxton hicks' contractions.

I brush my teeth then make may way back into the living room to grab my purse. Five minutes later I set off walking towards where I assume the town is, taking note of the street name where my new home sits.

Walking into town takes a good 40 minutes and by the time I get there my face is more than likely as red as my hair. My breathing is laboured, and my twins are kicking the hell out of my bladder.

I walk as fast as I can to the nearest restaurant with one hand on my belly the other on my back. As I walk into the restaurant a small silver bell tinkles over my head. No one looks up from their food or company, all of them to interested in the other to care about the heavily pregnant teenager that has just walked in. I make my way towards the nearest waitress, that happens to be at the till, to ask about the toilet.

"Hi, umm, any chance that you could point me in the direction of the bathroom please?" I managed to at the woman, more like young girl, without grimacing as CJ jumps on my bladder once again.

"Sorry the toilets are only for paying customers." she says without looking up from her lap where, I would bet my left foot, her phone is.

"I promise to buy something when I come out as long as I can please use the toilet right now!" I snap the pressure on my bladder almost getting too much.

"Look lady…." Her sentence stops, not even halfway through, as her eyes shoot up from her phone to my very, very pregnant belly. "Um…. Sorry about that, the toilets are just through there." she said pointing to the left where I see two rickety stable like doors, the top one open.

"Thank you!" I explain over my shoulder making my way towards the toilet. Luckily there's no queue so I manage to quickly get into the bathroom and pull my pants down all within a few seconds.

The relief i felt seconds ago only last that, seconds. I looked down into my knickers, where I started to constantly wear pads in case of incidence where I can't control my bladder or of the twins jumps on my bladder to hard and see my mucus plug. Which only means one thing.

My babies will be here sooner than I want.

"No!" I'm trying out my hand against my head. "Guys you promised to stay put to daddy found us. You can't do this to me now!" I say talking to them. Thinking back to my pregnancy books mum got me before I was taken, I try to remember all in can about mucus plugs or 'show' is it was also called.

It shows the start of labour. If it happens before 37 weeks phone your midwife. Often it may take a few days before full Labour starts but it is a sign showing that your cervix is opening.

"I wish I remembered stuff for school as well as I remembered that book." I say talking to my children rubbing at the niggling feeling in my back. Another sign of labour.

I sigh, clean myself up and make my way out of the stall to wash my hands. I see an older woman, maybe early thirties, staring me from the further away tap. I just smiled and turned my head trying to ignore her, her staring doesn't stop. She follows me out of the bathroom where she watches me from a table by the windows.

I order a frozen milkshake, hoping to settle my nerves. The lady, still staring, isn't helping at all. I thank the waitress from earlier who nods at me and make my way out of the restaurant.

I try not to think about people around me, I'm just focus on getting to the nearest supermarket. I see one just up ahead and slowly increase my pace walking a little faster than normal. I'm glance back and notice the lady from the restaurant following me. Not closely, but obviously following me.

I increase my pace again, my waddle definitely showing with how fast I am attempting to walk. I make it into the store where I quickly walk down one lane just to walk a little faster to skip 3 lanes to avoid the lady. I stand in the lane trying to hide myself behind the pillar doing a terrible job because of my protruding stomach.

I look around lane and don't see anyone '2 minutes' I say to myself '2 minutes then I'll leave the store.'

I feel it tap on my shoulder and almost jump out of my skin. I take it deep breath and turn my head. It's her.

"I didn't mean to frighten you darling," she says in a soothing tone. "I just had to make sure you weren't going back to that man. You know the man in the poster." She says reaching into her bag.

"What posters?" I question my hand going to my belly where another strong Braxton Hicks contraction is coming.

"A lovely boy came by about a week a half ago. He was giving out these posters. I've seen a few around town but he told me your story. Told me about how someone had taken you away from him and that you were giving him clues as to who it was. He said he felt so stupid when he finally found out that the person that took you and his children was his owned vindictive father." I gasp at her statement.

Jace knows that it was Stephen who took me. Jace is looking for me. I smile at the woman in front of me and grab her hand, the one not holding a folded bit of paper.

"What else did he say?" I ask desperate to even hear something about Jace.

"He said that he has been looking for you for close to 11 weeks. And that his father is in prison for kidnapping you and your children, but that he won't tell them where you are. He asked that I keep an eye out for you. I had to wait to make sure his father was still in prison and not out here with you. But when I saw you hiding I knew that he was still there. So, would you like me to call your boyfriend?"

Unable to speak I just nod at her holding my arms around my children.

"Hello, am I speaking with Jace? Hello Jace, I have someone here with me who would like to speak to you." She smiles and holds the phone out to me. With shaking fingers, I reach out and pull it to my ear.

"Hello?" I hear coming from the other side. A small sob leaves my lips. "Clary, Clary, is that you baby?" I hear him shouting in the background for our mothers.

"Jace," I sob out, "I'm safe." I manage to say through my tears "I'm coming home, I'm safe, I'm coming home, I'm safe." is all I seem to be able to say

"Oh my God Clary, were coming to get you. We'll be there soon! Oh my God Clary, you're safe!" I hear Jace tell me through my sobbing.

I stand there for a good few minutes, the lady has wrapped her arms around me keeping me up right. When suddenly I feel violent tug in my lower belly and my trousers become soaked. I think I let out a scream as I hear Jace on the other end of the phone calling out "Clary! Clary! What's happened?"

Unable to speak the lady pulls the phone from my ear and tell him that my waters have just broken.

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