Disclaimer: Anyone you recognize, i dont own. The nobodys your never heard of... yep them bitches is mine lol.

So sorry for going so long without an update. I have decided to re-write this chapter, cause i kind of wrote myself into a corner. So you might want to go back and read the last chappy, just to get caught back up! Sorry for any confusion

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I woke up the next morning to Mark kissing my neck.

"Morning sweetie" He said, as he saw my eyes begin to open.

"Hey you" I smiled back, turning on my side and running my hand down his chest.

"Sleep well?" He asked brushing the hair back out from in front of my face

"Sure..." I started, before I was interupted by my phone ringing.

I let out a long sigh as i eyed the caller ID

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"What" I growled angrily

"I need you to come over." The somewhat distressed sounding Christopher Daniels said quickly.

"Why" I asked with a yawn

"Just... please." Daniels said after a long pause

"Did you just say please?" I asked, sitting up in the bed.

"Now is not a time to play with me Mila. Just come over."

"Alright, but I have no idea where you live." I sighed, getting up and walking over to my closet.

"Just meet me at the studio. I'll take you to our place from there." He said, before ending the conversation by hanging up the phone.

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"What was that all about?" Mark asked, sitting up on his elbows to look at me, while I grabbed one of his sweatshirts from the closet, and attempting to pull it on with my one good hand.

"Daniels needs something. I have to go meet him at the studio." I said still struggling

Mark got up from the bed and smiled at me before helping manuver the large sweatshirt over my cast.

"You want me to drive you?" He asked, holding me at shoulders length.

"Nah. I'd rather not have you two blow up at eachother." I said with a smirk.

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It was harder then I had expected to drive with the cast, but I managed okay. When I got to the studio parking lot, it was dead empty. Not a single vehicle in sight. I groaned out loud, before turning up my radio, leaning my head back and closing my eyes. After all I had a long night the night before, and Daniels woke me up way to ealry. I must have dosed off beacause the next thing i remember is jumping out of my skin, when Daniels started pounding on my window.

"Jesus Fuck." I yelled, before opening the car door and stepping out.

"First you wake me up far to early, make me drive all the way out here, and then you proceed to scare the living shit out of me. Your trying to get on my good side arent you Daniels?" I said with close to no emotion.

"Sorry. Where's Mark?" He said, never looking me in the eye, but instead looking around the parking lot, as if looking for someone.

"At home..." I said, slightly confused by his question.

"Nevermind then, we'll have to go to your place and pick him up." He said, before grabbing me by my good wrist and pulling me towards his car

"Whats going..." I started to ask but Daniels cut me off.

"Lets just go. I will explain everything later." He said, giving my wrist another pull.

I planted my feet firmly to the ground "Not until you tell me whats going on."

Daniels spun around and looked me straight in the eye. His eyes were clouded with fear. "Please. Just come with me."

I nodded, and we jogged off to his car.

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"This is it." I said, as we pulled up to our house.

"Go in. Get everyone." He said quickly. I knew by the urgency in his voice that I needed to hurry.

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"MARK. JAY" I yelled as soon as I stepped through the door.

But right away i knew something was wrong. I saw Mark's feet coming out of the bedroom door. I ran to him, only to find him unconcious but still breathing. Having flashbacks to only a few days before I ran into Jonathans room.

That all to familair sinking of my heart came again, as I saw his room was empty once more.

"Lets..." Daniels started to yell from the doorway. He saw Mark as well, and without saying anything ran to me, and grabbed my wrist and pulled me towards the door.

"NO! I'M NOT LEAVING HIM!" I screamed, as I pulled my wrist away.

"Mila its not safe here. We can call 911 from the car. We need to get somewhere safe."

"THEY TOOK MY SON! I'M NOT LEAVING!" I screamed, tears begining to fall down my face.

A look of sorrow crossed Daniels face, before he picked me up and threw me over his shoulder. I pounded on his back with my one good hand, but that couldnt stop him. He carried me out the front door and threw me in the back of the car, and quickly drove away. I screamed at him to take me back, but he wouldnt listen.

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So what do you guys think? Have I lost my touch in my time away? Reviews would be amazing, and a new chappy will be up soon!