Apov

Unfortunately, I wasn't able to meet Christian's grandparents before they left. They had an early flight back to wherever they live and left after breakfast. I overslept so we missed seeing them.

Christian wanted to wake me but Teddy wouldn't let him saying his new mommy needed her rest for his new baby brother. Since I woke late and we already missed breakfast, I suggested we just eat at Escala before meeting everyone at Christian's parents' house, but Christian was in a hurry to get there, just incase his grandparents hadn't left yet. I was a little surprised that Christian was okay with us waiting to eat until we got to his parents house since he has a thing with food, but he seemed very excited for me to meet his grandparents. When we arrived, they were already gone.

I'm sure I'll meet them eventually so I'm not too worried about it this time.

Since we arrived late, everyone was finished eating but Grace made us pancakes, which I gladly ate more than my fair share of since we rushed to get there and I was hungry. Of course the food didn't stay down for long thanks to this morning sickness. After that, I just stuck with toast.

Christian was right, everyone is thrilled we're expecting a baby. Of course marriage was brought up but Christian explained that we didn't need to be married in order to have a baby. Even if I could marry him, and even though we are expecting a baby, it is a little soon to be getting married. We've only been together for a little over a month or so. But, I am worried he may want us to get married in the future and I wont be able to, it's just not possible with me still being legally married.

Even though Christian hasn't brought it up and doesn't mention anything about me being legally married, I still think it bothers him. I mean, it does me. I know it would be best to divorce the bastard so I wanted to talk with Christian's father about it. Christian said his father was a lawyer and would be happy to help me with any legal process I need, so I spoke privately to Carrick, with Christian present, and explained my situation to him; that I am still married but I've left my husband because he abused me. I want to be honest with him, with all the Greys, because with this baby and the relationship I have with Christian and Teddy, they are bound to be a part of my life forever. They just don't need to know the dirty details of my past.

Carrick said he would help me with the process of getting a divorce and Boyce wouldn't know where I am. If I need to go to court, Carrick will join me as well as Christian, and Christian said he would also bring a few guys for security to help me feel more comfortable that Boyce will not get anywhere near me. Carrick mentioned we could get a restraining order too but that would lead Boyce right to me. As long as he doesn't know where I am, I can live freely without fear. And it's about time I stop thinking about my past and worrying he'll find me, letting it consume me. I'm going to focus on my future with my new family. It's been 5 months since I left him, I need to let my past go.

So now all the Greys know of my past, they know I ran away from my abusive husband and that is how I ended up here. They didn't ask too many questions about my past, which I'm thankful for, and they didn't ask what my name was, because to them I am Ana. Christian knows my legal name because I told him on our first date and Carrick knows because he's going to represent me in my divorce. I've also told Carrick about Boyce being a detective and how his buddies ignored what happen, how I called for help and all they did was make matters worse. Carrick was all to happy to write down anyone's name in the Detroit Police Department who turned a blind eye.

After meeting with Carrick and Christian in Carrick's office, we let Mia know that I will no longer be working at her restaurant. She understood completely, knowing her brother wouldn't want me to work. I was happy to announce that I would be a focusing on writing. It's always been a dream of mine and Christian said he knew a couple publishing houses in Seattle that we could talk to when it's time and I'm ready to publish.

My life now is everything I could've ever wished for and more. I just wish there was some way to repay Christian and Teddy for all they have done for me.

We've arrived back home yesterday and I still need to get Christian's gift from Kate without Christian knowing what I'm doing. She couldn't give it to me in Seattle because Christian would know or at least be suspicious of what was in the packages. I told Kate to take it to my cottage in the woods and I would just pick it up from there.

Since Christian is hanging out with Elliot and Taylor, while I made up the excuse that I wanted to shop for baby items, I'm on my way to pick it up now.

Christian dropped me off at the shopping center downtown where all the main stores are, to go along with my excuse of shopping and also because it's much closer to my old place than walking from his. I will buy a few things, so it looks like I did do what I said I was doing and he wont ask about the lone package that will be blended with others, but I'm wanting to get his birthday gifts first before I do any shopping.

The security Christian hired for me in Seattle is no longer with me since we've returned home, so it's just me and the pavement.

As I walk down the gravel road that leads to my cottage, I start to think how much I'll miss this old place. Yes, it is a little run down, but it was my home. A place I called my own. I'll need to tell the landlord that I'm moving out completely. I no longer have anything here since I grabbed my runaway bag last week and it, along with everything else, is at Christian's place.

My cell phone -that Christian gave back to me- rings in my pocket so I pull it out and check the caller ID. It shows Kate is calling so I answer her call.

"Hey, Kate."

"Hey," She greets me back. "Christian said you were shopping downtown. I'm here, where are you? We could shop together."

Of course Christian told her I was shopping, he has a way of making me feel safe, and what better way to feel safe than to be with someone I trust. Kate. If I'm not with Christian, I'm with her. She's a great friend to me. I'm sure Christian doesn't want me to be lonely and he is doing whatever with Elliot, so he told Kate to meet up with me. Gosh, I love this man.

Before I can say anything, Kate continues.

"I can wait until you find out the gender, we'll have a lot of shopping to do then, and Mia loves shopping too. I remember when we found out that Ava was a girl, Mia went almost as crazy as she did when we found out about Teddy. Of course we went crazy over Teddy, him being the first baby into the family, but can you blame us? We love shopping." She giggles. "Do you guys have any names picked out yet?"

"Speaking of Mia, you're starting to sound like her." I giggle as I make it to my old front porch. I smile at the new porch that Christian put in for me over a month ago, because I've barely used it since I've been staying with him, but I loved sitting out on the porch on my days off. I've never really gotten a chance to enjoy the new porch.

"Sorry," Kate apologizes as I push open the door to my cottage. The door is still unlocked and cracked open from when I left it like this a week ago, when Christian wanted me to leave and I ran. I didn't bother locking up, just grabbing my bag and running, never to return.

"I'm just so excited!" Kate brings me from my bad memories. "I know Mia and Grace are too. Where are you, I'm just getting out of my car so we can meet up wherever."

"I'm actually at my place, I wanted to pick up that special package for Christian that you dropped off here."

"Oh, you should've told me. Instead of dropping it off there I could've kept it and just gave it to you now."

"Yeah, I wasn't thinking. Um. Where did you put it?"

"Oh the porch," Kate says. "I didn't have a way to get into the house so I just put it on the porch near the door."

"Oh," I didn't see it when I walked up. I'll have to check again, maybe I missed it. "Okay. Well, I'll grab it and meet you downtown."

"Do you want me to pick you up?"

"No, I'm fine." It's not that far. It's one of the reasons why I liked this place, it's close to everything, within walking distance at least, and I could use some fresh air.

"Okay. Well, I'll see you soon. Call me if you need a ride."

I hang up with Kate and I'm about to check the front porch again but when I look up, I see the package sitting on my small kitchen table.

Kate said she left it outside because the door was locked, but I never locked the door when I left last week. I guess Christian could've, he said he came here looking for me before he found me talking to Kate near the park... But that doesn't explain why the door was open just now. Maybe Kate was wrong and she didn't leave it on the porch because the door was open. But then why would she say it was locked? How did it get in here if Kate said she left it outside?

A chill runs through my body and every hair stands on end.

Boyce-pov

This wasn't his first trip to this piece of shit town. Two weeks after the phone message, he was finally able to get weekends off from work after trading hours with another co-worker. Every chance he got, he made the long trip to Washington, trying to find her.

The first time he couldn't find her anywhere. He searched the area high and low, even waited outside of Mama Mia's all day, not wanting to go inside to be spotted, but he couldn't find his wife. He was afraid she had ran again before he could get to her, it's happened too many times before. He would show up and she would be gone.

He left Washington, having to get back to work, but decided to return the next weekend.

That's when he finally saw her, but she wasn't alone.

He saw her with a pretty blonde. He followed them around all day, waiting for a chance to talk to her, but she was never left alone for more than a second. Every so often Dakota would look around and he would have to hide from her line of sight. He saw her shiver a few times and he knew it wasn't because she was cold. He wondered if she could feel him near.

Continuing to watch her from afar, he saw her with a man and a young boy. The man couldn't keep his hands to himself and it had Boyce seeing red.

She was his wife, damn-it, why was another man putting his hands on his wife!

Dakota was never left alone for more than a second. The only way to her was through them and that would make a scene. Instead of approaching her around these people, he stayed in the shadows and watch her interact with them. He didn't want her to know he was there, that he found her, and he definitely didn't want whoever she was with to help her get away from him again. The longer he watched the man with his wife, the angrier he became. They looked to be involved, but he couldn't be sure.

He left empty handed again because he could never get close enough to her or find a way around them before he had to leave. He did not want his co-workers and friends to know his wife left him, it was too embarrassing, so he continued the charade that everything was normal. Dakota would be back with him soon enough and then they could host a party to show everyone that everything was fine before they moved again.

This was his third and final trip to Washington; he wouldn't leave without her this time, of that he was sure of. Boyce did not want to wait any longer to bring his wife home where she belonged now that he knew where she was. He no longer had to work since he had been fired, so he could stay in town for as long as he needed, but he didn't plan on staying long at all. Sooner or later she would be on her own and he could talk with her privately. He could apologize to her and she would forgive him like always and everything would be okay again. Of course, he wanted to punish her for leaving him, but if she came back willingly, if he didn't have to force her, he would let it slide.

As he drove, he thought about the wanted sign fiasco that accord just hours earlier which caused his termination. Another event caused by her. First his book deal and now his job. If she never ran, none of this would've happened, it was all her fault. It was always her fault.

After leaving the town the second time, he was worried she would leave before he was able to grab her. He decided if Dakota was wanted, they would send her back to him, back to Detroit without question. What better crime than murder. It wasn't really a lie, she did stab him that night, maybe she was attempting to murder him.

Boyce was able to produce a legitimate wanted sign since he worked for the police department and he sent it to the police department of the town she was at.

His hope was the police there would see it, arrest her and send her back to Detroit, not that he would be fired for doing it.

"Why did you do it?" His captain asked, the original fax sitting on the desk between them. It was still warm, having just been faxed over. His captain caught him just as he hit send.

"I had to find her." He finally came clean. He told his captain that Dakota left him, but not why.

"Not like this!" His captain growled, angry at his detective. "For fuck's sake, Boyce, you abused your power as an officer of the law!"

His captain was upset. Never in all his years with the force had something like this happened.

He heard about the call Dakota made a few months back, but he assumed it was resolved, that it was just a misunderstanding between the two and that Boyce and Dakota had worked it out since Dakota was still with him and she didn't further the complaint by pressing charges. Boyce would've lost his job if she had. The captain didn't respond to the call, another detective did, but he was informed that Dakota dropped the complaint. Just another everyday domestic dispute, he was told. She seemed fine every time the captain saw her, happy even, always smiling. So he was sure they worked out whatever issue they had months back and they never received another call from her.

The captain took a deep breath to calm himself before he continued.

"Why didn't you say Dakota left you?"

"I was embarrassed." Boyce finally admitted. "I didn't want anyone to know that my wife ran away from me. But I have to talk to her, I have to see her. This was the only way I could think of since she wont answer my calls and you wouldn't give me the time off so I could talk to her in person." He lied. He never called her because he didn't know her number and he has been to the small town twice before, he just couldn't get her alone the one time he saw her. This was the only way he could think of to get to her without causing a scene in that town.

"Are you drunk?" His captain accused him.

"No." He scuffed as if he was offended that his captain would suggest such a thing.

The truth was he had been drinking -he was an alcoholic but nobody knew- and he had been drinking more and more since Dakota left him.

"Why did she leave you?" The captain ignored his answer, knowing he was intoxicated. "Is it because of the drinking?"

"She didn't fucking leave me!" Boyce shouted, coming to a stand, becoming more and more agitated with this bullshit.

Dakota wouldn't leave him, not forever, she needed him. She was just upset, she'd come back home soon. He knew she would, she always came back.

"For fuck's sake, Boyce, your wife isn't coming home! It's been over a month since anyone's seen her!"

Boyce scowled at his captain.

How dare he say Dakota wasn't coming home. Fuck him!

"I received anonymous complaints that you were hitting Dakota, is that true? If it's not the drinking, is it because you hit her?" The captain asked Dakota about it after receiving the first complaint, given to him by neighbors, but Dakota assured him everything was fine. "It obviously has to be because of something you've done if she ran away from you. I knew I should've checked into the complaint further but I thought I knew you, and Dakota said everything was fine. Did you hurt her?"

Boyce, still standing, stomped towards the door, done with the conversation and the accusations being thrown at him.

His captain called him back before he could leave the office, "Boyce..."

He was fired on the spot, with the captain demanding for his gun and badge saying internal affairs would be in touch soon.

Fuck internal affairs, they wouldn't be returning to Detroit. At least with him being fired it left him with plenty of time to find Dakota.

And that's the first thing he did after leaving the police department. He didn't bother going home, his bags where already in the trunk, he just got in his car and started driving.

He could stay in Washington as long as he needed now, no longer having to worry about getting back to Michigan in time for work. He could take his time and once he finally got her back they would move somewhere more secluded, somewhere where people would mind their own fucking business and stay out of his.

He was only driving for a few hours, but he decided to call ahead to the restaurant to make sure she was there this time.

"Mama Mia's, this is Lilly." A girl answered cheerfully, her voice coming through his car's speakers.

"Hello, I was wondering if you could help me." He said in a charming tone. "I'm looking for someone. A girl. I believe she's a waitress there."

He wasn't sure if she was or not, but Mama Mia's was where she called from so he assumed she did work there.

"Sure, what's her name?"

"Eh-" Well, he figured she wasn't using the name Dakota Fox, he tried to track her down through her name and came up empty, so he decided to give her appearance instead. "She's a brunette, thin, very petite, and very beautiful."

"Ana?" The girl, Lilly asked.

Ana was the name he heard on the phone message -it was some kid in the background- but could this Ana be his Dakota?

"Yes, Ana." He agreed, it was a guess but maybe Ana was Dakota.

"Yeah, she works here, b-"

"That's great," He interrupted the girl. "Is she there now?"

"No, she's not on until the lunch shift today, I'm sorry."

"But she will be there."

"Yeah," Lilly confirmed. "in about an hour or so."

Boyce was on his way to the airport, it was only a few hours flight. He would arrive while she was still working her shift. But it wasn't until now that he realized he wouldn't be able to fly. He flew to Washington the previous times he's been there, it's a lot quicker, but since he no longer had his badge, he wouldn't be able to get his personal gun passed airport security.

FUCK!

He pulled his car over of to the side of the highway and tried to think.

Having no choice, he would have to drive. But how long would that take, from Michigan to Washington?!

Boyce activated his GPS, putting in the location needed. It showed him exactly how long it would take him to get there; over 36 hours until he reached his destination.

"Hello? Sir?" Lilly was still on the line.

Instead of answering her he hung up.

Putting his car back in drive, he continued along the highway following the GPS's directions instead of going to the airport.

It would take him longer to get there, but he'd get there.

...

Along the way he switched cars, trading his for a different make and model that she wouldn't recognize. He rented a car the previous two times he was there since he flew, but this time he had his car and if she saw it before he saw her, she would most likely run again before he was able to find her.

...

When he arrived at the restaurant the next day, Dakota wasn't there. He didn't ask for her, or Ana, he just sat out in the parking lot and watched the restaurant all day.

He didn't get any sleep, driving straight through, so he ended up falling asleep in the parking lot that first day.

He knew he needed a place to stay, because he wasn't leaving until he had her, but he also knew people in a small town talk. Previously, he only stayed in town one day before he had to turn around and fly back home, so nobody noticed him. This time he would stay as long as he needed to, which meant people would notice and would want to know who he was and why he was here, and that could get back to Dakota.

With a hotels/motels not an option, he decided to sleep in his car, but he needed a secluded spot to park.

Driving around, he found a gravel road through some trees. He followed the path that lead to a run-down shack in the middle of the woods. It looked abandoned, perfect for him, nobody would come here meaning nobody would see him.

Thankfully the door was left open. He had no key to lock up but there was a 2x4, and the L brackets placed on the door allowed him to lock up at night or when he left. He would use the back entrance to come and go. There were no personal belongings there, only a mattress on the floor in the only bedroom that was only big enough to fit a twin bed and a small dresser, a small kitchen table with two chairs in the open floor plan, and a small loveseat in the living area. It was surprisingly clean for an abandoned place.

And that's were he stayed that last few days.

Each day he would drive to Mama Mia's before the restaurant opened, parking as far away as he could, and he wouldn't leave the parking lot until closing, drinking the whole time. Eventually he had to shop for groceries, necessities and more alcohol. He was thankful the utilities were still on at the piece of shit shack he was staying in. He was sure it belonged to a hunter so he never kept his belongings there while he was gone, keeping them in the trunk of his car instead, incase the owner returned.

As the days passed, he became more and more angry.

Where was she?! It's been a few days and she's still not showing up for work, why?!

Finally fed up with waiting, he decided this time he would go inside and ask what the fuck was going on.

Boyce stepped out onto the front porch to finish his morning coffee before he left, and there, near the door, was a dark blue bag.

He looked up and around but saw no one.

Perhaps someone in town found out he's been staying here and this is a welcome gift. Fuck! Now he'll have to find somewhere else to stay.

He picked up the package and placed it on the small kitchen table, not wanting whatever cheesy gift was inside, and then left out the front.

Since he wouldn't be returning, he left the door open.

After driving to the restaurant, he waited inside his car until the employees started to arrive for work; he had to wait until they opened.

Just like the previous days, there was no sign of Dakota.

He waited a few extra minutes until he couldn't stand it any longer. Throwing his car door open and then slamming it closed once he was out, he stormed up to the front doors of Mama Mia's.

Entering the restaurant, he looked around for his wife. He didn't see her enter through the front, but maybe there was a back entrance she used.

A girl approached him, LILLY written on her nametag, obviously the same girl he spoke to a few days earlier.

"May I seat you, sir?" She asked him politely.

He thought about sitting, he would be able to scan the restaurant for Dakota, but she might spot him before he sees her and run. He just really needed to find her before she saw him.

"No," He declined. "I'm looking for Da- Uh- I mean, Ana. I'm looking for Ana."

Lilly didn't seem to notice his slip-up.

"I'm sorry, Ana quit this morning."

"Quit?!" He barked causing Lilly to jump- She didn't know why he was so angry but his sudden outburst frightened her.

Fuck! Did that mean she left this piece of shit town already?! FUCK!

"Where does she live?!" Boyce snapped at the girl, perhaps he could find Dakota before she left.

"I- I don't know, sir, I think she's been staying with Mia's brother."

So she was seeing someone... the man who couldn't keep his fucking hands to himself?

"Where does he live?" Boyce tried to control his temper this time.

"I'm sorry, sir, we are not allowed to give out that kind of information." She was stern and holding her own against the strange man.

Even if she could, she wouldn't tell him anything anyway. Her gut was telling her something was wrong here, this man was trouble with a capital T.

Boyce growled as he walked out.

He saw Lilly run off and grab a phone. Great! That's all he fucking needed!

Boyce began driving around town, hoping to find her, hoping to see her, anything.

And as luck would have it, he spotted her. His beautiful wife was walking down a gravel road that lead to the shack he had been staying in.

He knew he couldn't drive down the road behind her or she would hear him, so he pulled over and hid his car as best as he could between the trees and bushes.

He waited and watched as she walked. The natural swing of her hips was getting him hard. It's been 5 fucking months since he fucked his wife; always for his pleasure. He wanted so badly to burry himself inside of her... But first things first, he had to get her away from this town.

Quietly, he opened the car door and got out to follow her, being sure to hide behind the trees. Such a remote location, nobody for miles and the trees gave good coverage.

Dakota's phone rang so she pulled it out and began to talk. Her being on the phone helped muffle his footsteps. As she spoke, he wondered why she would need a phone and who she was talking to. Perhaps it was those fucking neighbors! Or worse, that fucking man she's been hanging around, the man she's been staying with according to Lilly at the restaurant.

He listened in as best as he could but from the distance they were currently at, he could hardly hear anything.

"No, I'm fine," Her beautiful voice said to the caller before she hung up.

She was now inside the shack- he didn't understand why she was there, but he didn't care.

Looking up, she saw the package he left on the table. He saw her whole body go stiff and he knew it was time to make his presence known.

In stealth-mode, and thanks to the new wooden porch, he came up behind her without her hearing him approach.

"I found you." He said to her back, happy that she was within his reach, happy to take her home, happy to have her back.

Apov

The cellphone slips from my hand, dropping onto the hardwood floor almost like it's in slow motion. The sound it makes is so loud it echoes. I'm surprised I can hear it over my heart beating so loud and too fast. Blood rushes to my ears and my spine tingles all the way up to my scalp. My body is naturally on high alert and is shaking like a leaf in a tornado as adrenaline flows through my veins.

I swallow hard and prepare myself... for what, I don't know.

Slowly, I turn around to face the man I never wanted to see again.

"Boyce..." I whimper, my voice shaky, when I finally face the devil himself.

I'm so terrified, more so than I have ever been. Christian doesn't know I'm here, he thinks I'm shopping downtown. Thankfully Kate knows, but by the time she suspects something... anything could happen. Another shiver runs through me at the thoughts of what he could possible do. His promise to kill me if I ever ran from him again comes to mind.

"I missed you." He smiles, stepping closer to me.

Instinctively I step back out of his reach, hitting my butt against the wall as I do. My body is tense as the wall holds me up.

"What are you doing here?"

"I came to take you home." He answers confused.

"I am home." I tell him sternly.

"What? You mean here? In this piece of shit rundown shack?" He scowls at me now, realization dawning on him. "Or do you mean with him?"

Holy fuck, he knows about Christian?! How long has he known? How long has he been here?!

"He doesn't love you like I do."

"You're right, he doesn't." I lift my chin in defiance.

"Don't say it like that." His eyes squeeze shut like he's in pain.

From the corner of my eyes, I see him clenching his fists. When he opens his eyes again, I can see the rage behind them.

Don't make him angry, I tell myself. Don't bring up Christian.

"I know you want to come home."

"If I wanted to be with you, if I wanted to stay, I never would've left."

"Why? I don't understand why you ran away from me."

"Are you serious? How could you not know why, how can you not understand why I left. You hurt me!"

"I know." He winces like he was the one who was in all that pain too many times to count.

How the hell am I going to get away from him? He's blocking my way out and even if I got passed him there's no way I could out run him. I don't know how I'm going to get out of here, but I have to try something.

"You need to leave." I tell him instead of fighting my way out. I'm pregnant, I can't put my baby at risk.

It takes everything I have not to naturally protect my baby by placing my hand on top of my stomach. I wouldn't want to give it away that I'm expecting a baby, that I'm pregnant, and by another man no less. I can just imagine the horrible things Boyce would do if he found out.

"I can't leave without you."

"Yes, you can, because I'm not going with you."

"You're my wife!" He argues.

"I want a divorce." I bravely tell him. "I never should've married you, it wasn't right. I've already spoken with a lawyer who is in the process of handling everything. I don't want anything from you so it wont be long until we are no longer married."

"Marriage is 'til death do us part, you know that right." He growls at me. "You really think a piece of paper is going to tell me that you are no longer mine?"

He takes another step toward me but I have nowhere left to go, my back is already against the wall.

"So," He lifts his hand, placing some of my hair behind my ear before roughly grabbing ahold of my chin so I'm looking into his cold, hard eyes. "You still want me to leave?"

"Yes." It comes out as a whisper.

To my surprise he nods his head and begins to retreat.

"You're going to regret this." He threatens me as he backs away.

"No I wont."

I wait for him to leave completely before I take off running out the back.

I run as fast as I can through the trees instead of taking the gravel road. It's one of the reasons I chose this place over the limited others I had as an option; if I had to run, I could run through the trees and blend in so it would be harder to see me. I know I'm not the world's fastest runner, but the tress and brush give me an advantage.

As I run, I look back to see where he is, hoping he's not following me. Thankfully he's not.

Hiding behind a tree, I watch as he opens the trunk of a car and takes something out. I can't see what it is clearly from the distance but I have an idea.

I'm exhausted and panting, feeling as if I'm going to be sick. I have to get out of here.

As I feel for my cell phone, needing to call Christian, I find that my pockets are empty. It's now that I remember I dropped my cellphone on the kitchen floor when Boyce walked in.

"Shit!" I hiss quietly.

With Christian so far away and no way of calling him or even Kate- Kate! She's shopping downtown, it's not that far from where I am now.

Turning around, I start running again in the direction of the downtown shopping center.

Once I feel I'm a safe distance away, I start to walk at a fast pace through the forest-like trees instead of running. I try to breath through my nausea, not wanting to stop completely even if it is to throw up.

When I make it to the main part of the shopping center, I start frantically looking for Kate. I'm not sure which of these stores she'd be in but I'd guess it would be a baby depot of some sort since she was excited to start baby shopping.

Thankfully, after a couple minutes of looking, though it felt as if it were hours, she walks out of a store.

"Kate!" I run towards her.

"Hey, there you are." She smiles at me, not knowing anything is wrong.

"Can I use your phone?" I ask in a panic. "I have to call Christian."

"Yeah, sure," She hands it to me, now sensing something isn't right. "What's going on?"

"I need Christian," I say as I enter his number. "I don't have time to explain, but I have to go home. Can you give me a ride?"

"Of course," She looks in her purse and curses, "Shit, I must have left my keys on the counter. My car is over there, I'll be right back."

I nod and follow towards the direction she pointed and call Christian as I make my way towards Kate's car.

"Grey." He answers on the second ring.

"Christian!" I cry out in a mixture of panic and relief. I'm so happy I didn't get his voicemail this time. "He's here, he's here, he found me and he's here."

"Ana?" He asks confused since I'm using Kate's phone. "Baby, slow down, I can barely understand you. What is going on? Who is where?"

"Boyce!" I shout at him. "He's here! Boyce is here! He's here, Christian, he's here!"

"Are you sure?" He asks calmly. "Baby, he wasn't here the last time-"

"Christian, I've seen him! I've spoken to him!" I interrupt him before he can bring up the situation with Don, the hairdresser that caused us to leave town for the week.

"WHAT?! Where?!" He demands to know, now realizing this is not a drill. "Where are you?!"

Before I can answer him, someone grabs me from behind.

I try to scream but their hand comes over my mouth so it comes out muffled. I try fighting them off and in the process I end up dropping Kate's phone.

...
Kate-pov

"Thanks." I tell the cashier who held my keys for me while I stupidly forgot them on the counter.

I make my way back outside, but I don't see Ana anywhere. I shrug it off thinking she's waiting for me at my car. But, as I make my way there, I see my phone laying on the ground. The screen is cracked and I'm surprised that it's still on and working. Ana wouldn't do this on purpose so she must've accidently dropped it.

Then where is she?

Looking around and not seeing Ana, or anyone else, I bend down to pick up my phone. As I do, I can hear a someone yelling.

"Ana! Ana!" I hear Christian and a lot of other noises in the background. "Baby, answer me! ANA!"

"Christian?"

"Kate! Where is she?! Where is Ana?!"

"I- I don't know. What is going on? We were supposed to meet up and shop but when she got here she-"

"What the fuck do you mean, when she got there," He interrupts me. "I dropped her off at the shopping center this morning."

"She went to her place first, she left something there." I tell him, not wanting to spoil the surprise that she was picking up his birthday gift. "When she got here, she asked for my phone and a ride home, but I forgot my keys in the store and when I came back out, she was gone. My phone was on the ground and I don't know where she is."

"Fuck!" Is the last thing I hear before he hangs up.

"Ana?" I call her name as I look around but she doesn't answer me.