Lulu woke up after what felt like forever into a room painted a maroon color, with old, dingy furniture. In font of her was a dark brown coffee table with 2 mugs on it.

There were chunks of the wood missing, and there were food stains on it.

When she tried to get up, she was pulled back down. Her eyes immediately fell to her stomach.

Thank god that that was the one part of her body that was, not tapped.

When she tried to yell for Johnny, she realized there was tape on her mouth too.

"Ill let you out once we settle things."

The voice sounded so familiar, yet so strange. No one appeared after the man said this.

She looked around frantically, wondering were she was, and noticed the large iron door across the room.

The room she had to dig out.

Lulu suddenly felt her insides turn when the man showed his face. She tensed, and a million doubts went through her mind.

"This cant be." She thought. "He wouldn't ever do this to me. Not me, he loves me. Oh god." "This isn't happening. No, not me, no, no, he wouldn't do this."

Lulu just shook her head in denial.

The man standing within 10 feet away of her was no one other than…Rick Webber.

She remembered all of the horrifying stories her mother used to tell her about the room he held her in, with a painting of his wife.

She instantly searched for the painting, but was relieved when it was no where to be found.

She didn't want to end up in the same position as her mother.

Because in the whole scenery, that's where she was headed.

He was supposed to be dead, he was killed…Scott Baldwin killed him. He was buried. In a coffin. In a grave. He had to be.

"He tisked, and the sound made Lulu's ears throb. "My sweet. Why did it have to be this way. There are so many houses you could have chosen, but you chose the one where I was included. Did you?…DID YOU?"

Lulu frantically shook her head. "I have a little surprise for you now." She didn't want to know what his "surprise" was. He drove her mother to where she is today.

She needed to get out. NOW! Just then, she heard a door slam, and what sounded like a big garbage bad being dragged across the floor.

Then she saw him. The love of her life. The father of her unborn children. Her savior.

There he was, being dragged in his own home, by someone he didn't even know.

That's when she spotted it. He had his hands tied around his back, and one of the hands was grasped tightly around a shiny black gun. Lulu hated guns, but she knew Johnny had to use it if he needed to. "Look at this, so sweet, a husband trying to protect his wife by coming to look for her."

Just then, he lowered his head to Johnny's face, my Johnny's face.

"Well, looks like your plan didn't go so well, did it?" Johnny laid there, staring into Rick's eyes will disgust, hatred, and revenge.

From my angle, I could see Johnny grasp his gun tighter when I let a muffled scream.

I tried desperately to talk.

I wouldn't let Johnny ruin his sanity and innocence for me, it was time I saved him. I kept my muffled screams going, and started to tear. When Rick came over to me, I glanced at Johnny who had a worried look crossed his face.

I hated seeing him that way, knowing I was doing this to him, and it wasn't even real. When I suddenly felt a tear in my lips, I screamed louder as Rick tore off the tape from my mouth.

I had to keep this act real.

I stuttered for a second.

"The--b--a--b--b--iii--es. Johnny had the worst look on his face I have ever seen.

I kept my play going, and until Johnny figured out I was playing this, he slowly tore his hand best he could to get the gun out of his pocket. When he did, he undid the ropes in the process.

I blessed him for being to strong. He came up behind Rick, a gun at his head. Rick laughed cynically, and looked at me with such lust that it made me sick.

Once Johnny had him pinned to the wall next to me, I stared at him, crying all the while. When Johnny threw him to the ground, He took the gun and shoved it in his mouth.

He took the ropes he had been tied up in, and wrapped Rick in them. She dragged him into the back where I could no longer see, then heard a door slam, and hard footsteps coming my way.

Before I knew it, Johnny was on his knees in front of me stroking my legs and asking me if I was okay. I just nodded in agreement.

The next thing I knew, I was in my bedroom, snuggled into Johnny's chest. I slowly linked my eyes to his, and kissed him passionately.

I was due in 2 months, and had been on probation for sex, and it was killing me.

We weren't allowed to do any kind of physical activity together, and it drove me insane.

I had tried a few times to convince Johnny that I was okay, but he wouldn't have it.

He wanted these babies so much, It killed him.

Johnny kissed me back, but as quick as it started, the quicker it ended.

He lowered his hand to my abdomen, rubbing circles on it, causing butterflies to flicker in my belly.

This man knew how to torture me.

"I love you."

Everytime he said this to me, it felt like he was saying it for the first time. Whenever he told me that he loved me, my legs turned to jelly, and my heart sank.

I was so in love with this man.

"I love you too baby."

He smiled, and perched himself up on his elbows, and just stared at me.

"What?" I asked when suddenly my hormones started to kick in.

"Nothing, you are just so beautiful."

I smiled, and stroked his cheek with my palm.

"You're not so bad yourself."