Well, it seams I am well and truly back into writing mode! Here is a new chapter for you all. It's written from both Ezra and Aria's POV. Aria's will be in italics. I hope you all enjoy! I'm taking this down a new route to what I originally planned but I think it'll be good! Thanks all for reading!


I'm not sure what my thoughts were when I walked into the living room that night and saw the cushions littered across the floor, the broken glass, and various other objects strewn across the floor. "Aria?" I called out. It was no use. There was no one home. Calmly but swiftly I reached into my phone and called the first person I could think of. "Ella? It's me... Please tell me Aria is with you?"

My heart raced. My head ached. I struggled to keep my eyes open, drifting in and out of consciousness. I couldn't remember what had happened, where I was, or how I got there. But I knew it wasn't good. Tears drifted down my face as I clutched my stomach vowing to myself that everything would be ok. The quite hum from an engine and gently motion, told me I was in the back of a van. I'd been kidnapped and I knew exactly who would have been behind it. I reached up to my head to try and soothe the ache. It was damp. Blood. My tears got heavier. I was scared to speak a word. Scared of what my captor had in store for me. My only hope was the tiny kick I felt underneath my shirt, a little message from my little girl saying "don't worry, mommy, everything's going to be ok."

"Ezra, stay calm and call the police. We're about an hour drive away. We're turning around and we'll be with you as soon as possible! Ok?" I was frozen. It took all my might to reply and when I did, it came out as a faint whisper.

"Ok." I hung the phone up and called the police as instructed before collapsing in a heap on the floor. Tears streamed down my face and I kicked at the carpet. How could I let this happen? Why was she left alone? It felt like I had been there for hours before the door knocked and I made my way to answer it. I was greeted by two police officers who smiled warmly and sympathetically at me while they introduced themselves to me. PC Jacobs was evidently a man of power. A strong man but compassionate also while PC Matthews was a very small lady who probably couldn't hurt a fly. They followed me into the living room and sat down on the couch while I paced back and forth as they questioned me.

The next time I became conscious, I was immediately aware of a horrendous pain that trembled throughout my body. The smell of blood engulfed me causing me to heave. My hands had been tied together, as well as my legs. Even if I had the energy and the life in me to do so, there was no way I could escape. It was quiet. Very quiet. I wasn't in the back of a van anymore but a small, old room. The paint was flaking off the walls and you could see numerous patches of damp on the ceiling where water dripped through. Drip. Drip. Drip. The floor beneath me was bare and I was sat on hard, cold, damp concrete. None of that mattered. The only thing that did was that soon, hopefully soon, someone would come to my rescue. I heard a faint murmur coming from outside the closed door. Two men were talking, and they were getting closer. I listened. "The Boss is going to be really pleased about this!"

"I wonder what's so special about this chick anyway?"

"God knows! But I guess it's hard to judge when we don't even know who it is we're working for. She could be an ex-girlfriend maybe?"

"I don't know, man! But this doesn't feel right one bit. I don't like it at all. We've kidnapped some heavily pregnant teenager and we've been beating the shit out of her! It's wrong on so many levels!"

"What choice do we have? You've heard what the man said! You know the shit he's got on us! If we don't go ahead with it, you know what will happen! My baby needs her dad!"

"I hate to say it... but if we don't go through with it, your baby won't need anything! We'll all be goners!" I didn't have the energy to move, the energy to say anything. These guys were being forced to hurt me. Protecting their families. How could I think bad of them for that? The door swung open so I was face to face with the voices. Their mouths were covered with a scarf, and they had hoods covering their heads. Black ones very much like I'd seen before. I couldn't see much of them apart from their eyes and from them alone I could tell that they were young. They couldn't have been much older than me and I could see the pain and sorrow in their eyes.

"I wish you'd just stay asleep!" One of them growled at me. "We really don't like doing this to you!" He finished as he pulled a crow bar from behind his back and swung.

I don't know how it happened. I must have let slip in all the panic but when Ella and the girls got to the house, the police were bundling me into the back of a police car, my hands in cuffs. I looked at Ella, my eyes full of sorrow. "Please, Ella! You have to find her!" Ella looked at me, confused before turning to the police.

"Excuse me, why exactly has he been arrested? My daughter is missing here! She's already been put in hospital once. You should be out looking for her!" PC Matthews shut the car door behind me before turning to speak to Ella.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm not sure if you are aware of this but Mr Fitz has been involved in a sexual relationship with your daughter."

"My daughter is pregnant! Of course I'm aware! Now stop messing around. Let him go and go and find my daughter before it's too late!"

"I can assure you, Ma'am, we have officers out looking for her and we will find her, but we can't look by the offence Mr Fitz has committed. He took advantage of your daughter while he was in a position of trust."

"This is ridiculous!" Ella snapped. My eyes pleaded with her and the girls. Just let me go. I'd be fine. It was Aria they needed to worry about now.