Teds POV

Rebecca and her PI picked me up on the way out of the city, Roy and Jamie in the car behind us. Which is probably for the best considering Roy is almost on the brink of a full on melt down. I didn't want to see anybody else get hurt, even if I know he could handle himself. He is acting like a fox in cage full of hens.

The PI told me that the cops are already notified of the whereabouts of Rebeccas missing niece, I didn't know what was said to them exactly but I hope they made the urgency clear as that phone call scared the living hell outta me. The only way she would talk like that would be one reason and one reason only, she was petrified of the man controlling her. Or so I hoped. If it wasn't that and she meant the words she said, well I don't really know what I'll do. I guess I'll cross that bridge when it comes to it.

"How much further?" Ms Welton asked, her PI sat upfront with the driver so he could navigate. We'd been driving for maybe forty five minutes and I hadn't realized what laid beyond the city. The bright colorful hum of the city is now replaced a quiet flicker, as if someone just dimmed the lights around us and replaced the concrete with fields. Something I was all too familiar from where I'm from. It's just a lot wetter over this side of the pond. In all honesty, If the circumstances were different I'd be enjoying the trip but now was not the time for sight seeing.

"We're about ten minutes out."

I let out a breath, my fingers scrunching up into my palm as my leg bounced nervously. I wasn't a confrontational person, I was what you call a lover and not a fighter - but if I had to fight to protect Amy? I'd do it, there's no doubt in my mind. That girl had made me feel something in days that I hadn't felt in years. She is just so darn special for this world and we are all better when she's in it and standing beside us.

"Y'all sure you're ready for this? What happens if he's got a gun?" I asked, curious. Concerns rippling inside of me like a giant tornado.

"Guns aren't as much of an issue here Ted." Rebecca commented and I raised an eyebrow. "You're more likely to get stabbed than shot in Britain."

"Well alright. I'll take those odds."

It did make the idea of saving her a little easier knowing I wouldn't get shot as soon as I walked into wherever she was held. To prevent from any other distractions, I remained quiet for the last few moments of the journey, Ms Welton texting furiously beside me. I wasn't sure how this was gonna go, if the cops were already near by, what scene I was going to come across when I stepped outside this car. Images began to swirl around, my mind busier than a cat on a hot tin roof and when the car finally came to a halt, my ears began to ring. The panic taking hold. I had to keep it together. For her.

Amy's POV

The pills Chris had given me started to take effect around thirty minutes ago. It was as if I were floating in the middle of a large ocean, the cold water soothing my bruises and potentially broken bones. Small waves washing over me as my eyes drifted in and out of focus. After everything that's happened to me I welcomed this feeling with open arms, it felt so incredibly good to have a moment without fearing of breathing in too hard, turning the slightest bit the wrong way and the awful fucking headache I had after Chris smashed his fist into my head, my skull bouncing off the bed as if I were a pin ball in an arcade machine.

I slumped against the pillows, my arm still dangling above my head where I remained attached to the bed post with the metal cuffs. Not my finest hour but then again, I hadn't had a fine hour in a long fucking time and I was beginning to lose hope that my rescue wasn't going to happen after all. Ted probably thought I really felt those things about him and I didn't want to leave this world without him knowing that those words were false. That I literally felt the exact opposite.

I let my eyes close, my mind struggling to stay awake with the medication and the very probable concussion. I laid as still as I could, listening to the birds chirp their morning song just beyond the glass wall of my prison. They sounded nice, happy even.

"What the fuck did you do?!"

My moment of serenity got blown up when I felt arms on me, shaking me violently over and over as I peeled my eyes open. Seeing an extremely distressed Chris hovering over me.

"W-what…?" I whispered as he unlocked the cuff, my arm dropping limply as I smirked - weirdly finding this whole situation some what amusing. I'll put that down to the pills. Because it most definitely, is not.

"We have to go. Now."

Go? What was the idiot blathering on about now.

"Why?" Was all I managed to say, in my head I said more but apparently my mouth and brain were not as connected as they usually are.

"Fuck…" he breathed as he gazed out the window, his expression telling me everything I needed to know.

"Oh, I get it now." I couldn't help but laugh, even if it hurt like a bitch, I knew that someone had finally found me. Be it the police or my football family. The bastard was finally going to get what he deserved. I just hoped he got a few punches and kicks before he got locked up.

"You bitch…" he stormed over to me and I tried to squirm away but I didn't have the energy, his fingers digging into my biceps as he dragged me to my feet. Hauling me toward the bedroom door.

"Get. Off…" I wheezed, too weak to do anything else.

"Amy!!"

I heard a familiar gravely voice echo through the house and I mustered everything I had to respond.

"Up here Ro-…" I was cut off my Chris clasping his hand over my mouth, his body twisting around me so I was now in front of him. One of his arms tight around my neck and chest while the other kept me from making another sound.

"I will not let them take you." He growled into my ear. The sound of numerous heavy footsteps getting closer and closer to the bedroom door. My heart beat getting faster as all my emotions began to overwhelm me. My body shaking as tears began to flood from my eyes, mixing with the blood on my cheek. The idea of being safe engulfing every part of me.

What happened next all seemed to move in slow motion, the door got kicked open by Roy, wood splinters flew toward us as I got dragged back a few feet. Chris's grip on me so tight now it hurt.

"Get your fucking hands off her." Roy practically spat- his eyes burning with a fury I've never seen before. He's a grumpy git and gives off an angry persona but this? Even I was a little afraid of the guy.

"Take one step closer and I'll snap her neck." Chris slid the hand covering my mouth down toward my neck, his fingers worming around my throat as he squeezed a little. Preventing me from saying another word.

"I really wouldn't do that…" My angry, dark haired hero took a step toward me with clenched fists and my ex squeezed me tighter. Cutting off my airway. I raised my hands to claw helplessly at his wrists, my eyes locked onto Roy before he moved slightly to the side - my gaze drifting backward onto Ted at the end of the hallway. His fear filled eyes locked onto me, frozen at the sight in front of him. At least if I am about to die, I'd get to see his adorable face one last time.