Roy's POV

I drove like a fucking asshole to get to Amy's place. Rebecca sent a text to Keeley and she immediately called me freaking out, she didn't know I hadn't been told yet. I didn't even realize I was in the car before I heard the screeching of the tires, my foot pressed down on the pedal as I drove through traffic, nearly causing a few accidents in the process. It was their fault for driving like slow little pricks. My ancient nan drove quicker than they did.

"Where the fuck is she?!" I yelled as I got out the car, police, Rebecca and the idiot American all staring at me as I slammed the door.

"Now Roy, I think you should take a minute to..." The new coach thought he could talk to me and I interrupted him, my eyes angry.

"Shut the fuck up, it's a bit of a coincidence that she goes missing not long when you arrive, don't you think?."

His face dropped, sadness in his eyes. He looked like he might have even been crying. Absolute Baby.

"What am I saying, Amy would fucking kill you if you tried any of that shit. You're a wet fucking blanket." I growled, Rebecca taking a side step between us to try and diffuse any tension.

"I think you should calm down, we all know that there's only one person who would do something this crazy." She said, her eyes red. How long had she been here?

"He wouldn't fucking dare..."

"Who? Who wouldn't." Ted asked, god I'd love to punch the guy.

"Her dickhead psycho ex." I growled again. "Have you coppers found him yet? Maybe you should ask his rich daddy, give him a heads up so he has enough time to cover this up"

Rebecca pushed me back a few steps, away from the house. "Are you trying to get yourself arrested?" She paused, looking over her shoulder. "I've got a private investigator working on this too. The best thing you can do for her right now is to stay out of trouble, she's going to need you when we get her back."

I remained silent, a multitude of emotions twisting inside of me. Fear. Anger... Sadness.

"Ms Welton?"

A police officer who looked about fucking twelve years old walked over, a card in his hand.

"Please call us if you hear from her or find out any further information. We will look into her ex and we will be in touch."

She smiled and took the card, the officer walking back inside the flat. Ted was still stood right behind Rebecca, he seemed lost in his thoughts. I could see him clenching and unclenching his fists. His eyes glazed over.

"If he hurts her, I'll fucking kill him."

I turned on the spot, my boots crunching on the pavement as I walked back to my car, if the coppers were gonna hang around with their fingers in each others arseholes, I was going to Chris's place and he best hope he answers or I'll break down his fucking door.

Amy's POV

I had to be grateful for one thing, he did have a bathroom attached to the dungeon he kept me in and after I ate the slop he gave me, he could never cook. I went into the bathroom, it was pretty basic but clean, he was a bit of a neat freak so that doesn't shock me. I was exploring before I stopped to look in the mirror - lifting up my shirt to see deep blue and purple bruises across my ribs and hips.

"Fuck…" I exhaled, dropping the shirt as the urge to vomit creeped up on me. I immediately turned and leaned my head over the porcelain bowl, the contents of my stomach rushing out my mouth with a force that surprised and deeply hurt me. I heaved a few more times, my body making sure I evacuated everything before I fell back, my knees sliding back up to my chest as i cradled shaking my body - trying to breath through the pain.

"Amy?…" I heard my tormentors voice again and I sighed, my fingers brushing my tangled hair off my face.

"Oh darling…" he stood in the doorway, a bouquet of my favorite flowers in one hand and a Starbucks in the other. God it smelt good.

"I'm fine…" I breathed, raising my hand to prevent him coming any closer.

"Let me help you." He said before disappearing a moment before returning with empty hands. "You look terrible."

"No shit." I spat.

"Let's get you cleaned up." He leant over me to switch on the shower, turning back to wet a flannel under the bathroom tap. "Here."

He crouched and I flinched, causing him to pause as his hand approached my face. "I won't hurt you if you don't give me a reason to." His voice sounded sincere but the guy had one too many screws loose if you know what I mean. He could blow any moment.

"Okay…" I went along with his game, his other hand brushing more hair back and off my face as the other gently caressed the cloth against my cheek, the coolness pleasant on my skin.

"Let's get you in the shower." His hand that held my hair drifted down to the bottom of my shirt, his fingers clasping the edging as he pulled it upward. I tried my hardest not to tense up but I couldn't help it. What if it lead to… no, he wouldn't do that. He couldn't…

"I can let you shower alone Amy. If you want?"

I lifted my eyes to look at his face, why was he being so nice?

"Yes…"

"Yes what?"

I ran my tongue along the inside of my lips, irritation bubbling inside of me.

"Please…"

I said it through gritted teeth but it was enough for him to accept as he smirked and stood, moving to the doorway. Feeling accomplished that he was asserting his dominance.

"I'll be right outside." His voice was so menacing as I watched him close the door. I immediately got up to see if there was a lock but shockingly enough, there wasn't. I felt the need to cry come to the surface and instead I held my breath, gently pressing my forehead against the cool wooden door - taking my mind to a better place.

I pictured that time when Ted and I had dinner in the pub, when our knees brushed and his eyes, albeit sad from the news of his divorce, they looked at me how I've never been looked at before. He made me feel so calm even though everything around us was burning. Like I was the only girl he wanted to pay attention to. Butterflies whenever I saw him and that feeling that I could be exactly myself without that need to be someone else. Someone perfect. I never knew what that was before but now I know that it was love. I felt loved.

I let out a shaky sigh, turning back to the shower and slowly undressing, being careful not to make any exaggerated movements that would make my body be plagued with agonizing pain. Even taking a deep breath hurt. After a few moments I stepped under the warm spray from the shower, my hair immediately soaking and clinging to my scalp, the clear water turning a mucky red. Im not sure where the blood was coming from but I didn't have the energy to find out. I begrudgingly used the cleaning products on my skin and hair, washing away the blood and vomit. The scent of whatever it was I smelt like, which I imagined was bad, being replaced with rosemary and mint.

"Are you done in there?" I heard him shout, his voice making me jump.

"Yeah… Coming out now…" I said as loudly as I could before switching off the water and stepping out, seeing a fresh bathrobe and set of clothes waiting on the cabinet top.

I looked up from them, catching my reflection in the mirror. My whole body in view. I'm covered in cuts, scraps and bruises. Head to toe. The biggest on my ribs and back, the next along my hip. I could even see each individual bruise from when he dug his fingers into my thighs. Around my neck.

"Fuck…" I felt tears build in my eyes and I stepped away from the mirror, grabbing the bathrobe and sliding it on before tying it as tightly as I could without causing more pain.

I had to focus on the good, the life outside of this place. My friends and family. Ted…

Someone will find me, I feel it in my gut. This isn't the end for me. It can't be.