A/N This is shorter chapter and it's a bit different. First of all I need to warn you that it involves the kidnapping and someone hitting a minor, so if you don't feel comfortable reading it, you should probably skip this chapter.

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He had returned to the building after getting his van. He parked on the other side of the street where he had a good view and without catching anyone's attention and then he waited. It was gone 8 o'clock when he saw the previous brown haired man walking out of the building, getting inside a car and drive away. That had left the woman and the girl alone at home. He had figured out where they were staying: on the last floor.

So she has money – he thought smirking.

And for a moment he wondered about changing his plans. Whoever those two people were, they might pay a lot of money to have the girl back. No, this was his revenge plan, but maybe getting some money out of it wasn't such a bad idea.

More than two hours later, he saw all the lights go out. He waited another hour before going into action, he wanted to make sure both occupants were deep asleep. After getting some things that he knew he was going to need from the back of his van, he walked inside the building and made his way upstairs. Once he arrived at the front door, he checked for security. Pad lock alarm. He wasn't stupid, he knew it wasn't going to be easy to overpass the code and if he tried and fail, he wasn't going to have the police surrounding the building in no time. He needed another point of entrance. He looked around and saw the emergency exist leading to the roof. He smirked and went through the door He soon found the perfect spot. The windows weren't too far down. He open his black bag and pulled out a rope and an harness. He checked he had secure on end on to a pipe and then climb down the edge. The first window he looked through, he saw a beautiful dark haired woman sleeping peacefully on a large bed. He moved towards a smaller open window: the bathroom window, no one ever thinks about closing those. He managed to get inside the apartment without making any noise. He quietly walked down the corridor and saw a closed door. Gently her pushed the handle and peaked inside. There she was.

He walked inside and stood over the bed. This little girl had caused him so many troubles. He slowly leaned over hoping she wouldn't wake up, he didn't want her to scream. He put a hand over her mouth and she sat up, eyes wide open. Once she recognized who it was the dark figure over her, her eyes panicked and she tried to scream through the hand, but she couldn't.

"Hello Amy" she heard him say in a dark voice, before losing consciousness.

Amy woke up in a dark room that was definitely not the one she had been when she had fallen asleep hours before. She winced when she moved her head. She had a terrible headache. She looked around try to discover were she was. Soon it all came back to her. She had hoped it had all been a nightmare. She heard the door opened and someone stepped inside.

"Travis" she whispered scared.

"Oh, I see you're awake." He grinned, but he certainly didn't have good intentions. "Good, that mean I don't have to wait to get what's mine!"

"I…" she gasped.

"Where is my stuff, you little brat?" he shouted.

"I…" she was too scared to answer. Travis had always had a violent temper, but he had never hit her. He knew better not to leave marks for the social worker to see. He had always saved his punches for Carol, her foster Mum. of older foster kids. "I don't have it anymore"

"Where is it?" he barked, grabbing her arm and forcing her out of the chair. "I need the antique box you stole from me"

"I sold everything at the local pawn shop. I need money to buy a train ticket."

She soon felt the sting on her left cheek where the man had slapped her. She tried not to cry in front of him.

"Stupid little girl!" he shouted. "It wasn't just an antique box. There were drugs inside and now some really bad people won't my head because they think I've stole from them."

He started pacing up and down the room, running his hands through his hair in frustration. He was a dead man. A desperate man. "What am I going to do?" he muttered. Then he suddenly lifter his head. He remember his previous plan.

"Who were those people I saw you with?" he demanded.

She blinked. "Those were my parents. My real parents"

"So, you've managed to find Mummy and daddy. I wonder how much they'll pay to have you back"