3 here we go again, i know many of you are wondering if Maxon and America will end up together... well what do you think i should do? Wait for a few chapters to answer, u might grow attached to some you thought you wouldn't :) but im here for yall so what u want ill give, unless that means spoiling what i have planned ;) There are many more tortuous chapters to come!

I struggled in the man arm's. His hands clenched, digging into my hips. The pain spread from my waist to my brain. My head began to throb, and i tried to scream but he gagged me. I pray he doesn't recognize me, i would be better off dead if he did. I was still fighting, aiming my feet at his shins but he was too quick. He chuckled and threw me over his shoulder. I was being carried away, but i punched his back, head, and kicked him from the front. He didn't waver, and i knew i was trapped.

ZEKE POV

After dinner Janae and America went to bed, but i couldn't sleep. I had to much on my mind, with just being fired, the money income was slow. Now, the very reason i was fired is in my living room, sleeping. Quite beautifully, i might add. Stop it Zeke! I snapped out of it, she loved Maxon, he loved her, and who am i to like a girl like her?

I pushed those thoughts away, pondering on the more realistic things. The money i can deal with, but America i can't. This girl is lost, in so many ways, and she has every right to be. She was just shot, and killed leaving Illea and her family to believe she doesn't exist. On top of that, the man she loves, will marry another girl right before her eyes.

I didn't want to mention it to her earlier, but the prince will announce the engagement to Lady Elise a month from now. The wedding date is unknown but is said to be sometime next year.

I should have told her, but i didn't want to upset her more than she already was. I'm sure she needs her space right now. I certainly do not want to make her frightened or distrust me. I just want to keep her safe. I have felt the kings wrath more than once, and i don't intend to let him do it to her. Well, at least do no more than he has.

My mind wandered through all these things but the one fracture in the kings plan stuck in my mind. Why was she able to escape? I know the king. If he went through all the trouble to fake her death, there was a very good reason. And for that reason he would keep her protected, at all times. Yet, she managed to sneak out.

I tried dissecting his plan in my mind. It all fit together so perfectly, and the perfectness gave her a way to escape. No. That's not how Clarkson works.

Perhaps it was an accident. I will assume that. So, he didn't want her to escape, then what is his next move?

America.

He has to find her before somebody recognizes her. Immediately i sat up, hopped off my bed and went to find her. I had to keep her safe.

I ran through the door, and came to a sight I was not prepared for.

She was gone.

I ran to the bathroom, she wasn't there either. I spun myself around on my heel, and as I did i saw the front door ajar. Only a little, but i knew what had happened. I bolted towards it, and ripped it open, but not before i heard a scream. Then to see the sight which i had been dreading.

America, gagged, and being carried away. But not by a palace guard, but a rebel.

AMERICA POV

I was still being carried my the pitiful excuse for a man ever. Being hoisted over his shoulder for so long caused my head to get light. After my attempts to squirm out from his grasp i gave up, and my limbs grew sore. I didn't accomplish much except making the man angry.

We have been moving for about 10 minutes.10 more minutes late he puts me down. I try to escape but, of course, he stops me. Then gives me a shove to the ground for good measure.

Ouch. That hurt. I thought while I gently rubbed my butt with my hazel stained hand.

"Would you calm yourself down woman? I don't want to hurt you, but struggling will do you no favors." he scoffed.

"What do you want with me. Can't you just let me go?" i asked, and bit to pleadingly.

"No, you see we rebels like to have a bit of fun now and then." he whispered, running a thumb across my chin.

I cringed at his touch, and couldn't take it anymore. I hated these rebels, i wanted them gone. Out of my life and out of everyone else's.

I pushed out the loudest high-pitched scream i could produce and held it for as long as possible. My voice rang I my ears and throughout the forest.

I kept on until the man knocked me on the head. Then i stopped. He slammed me against the tree, and I knew what was coming. Still i fought him.

Right before the man overpowered me i saw a figure stand behind him. I one swift movement i saw the man do something my captor.

The rebel dropped, releasing me.

I fell to the ground, and before i knew it i was being picked up off the ground. I was in the arms of another man. I sniffed his shirt. Zeke. I felt safe now, i whispered, "Thank you." softly. He didn't respond verbally, but i felt his grip tighten.

I leaned my head on is chest and peacefully fell asleep.

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