Thank you all for your comments, I hope this chapter lives up to the expectations. This is my first story, but I got good comments back and decided to write a new chapter. Wow, okay. In the last chapter when he was running to go to Amy's I totally forgot he had a car and now he needs it so lets pretend that he drove to Amy's. I wasn't sure about the last chapter, but thank you everyone who gave me reviews:

A special thanks to I3Davidcookandsecretlife who is always pushing me to continue writing, you can get on my nerves but I love ya…. Another special thanks to JWB_secretlifefan15 why has given me some great ideas about what to put in upcoming chapters.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Secret Life of The American Teenager or any of the characters.

Love of a Lifetime

Chapter 19

Kidnapping

Amy laid John back next to Ricky and watched them for a while as they slept. They looked so peaceful, like everything was meant to be. She smiled thinking about this, about everything that had happened this year. As Amy remembered the good times and the bad she thought that she could use a walk to clear her head. She grabbed her jacket before walking out the front door. Amy saw her mom sitting on the couch but didn't bother telling her where she was going, man was she going to regret it.

Amy decided that see would just take short walk around the neighborhood since it was already about 7:00. She was about to turn the corner when she heard footsteps coming up behind her. Amy turned around as quickly as she could only to be face to face with a smirk, this was the only time that she would have been happy to never see it again.

"uh," She gasped. He only laughed and covered her mouth with his hand before see could scream. Then as quick as he had came, she lost consciousness of everything around her, the only thing she could remember is being met with a blow and she was out.

Ricky woke up and noticed that Amy wasn't in the room with him. He walked out into the living room to where Anne was sitting.

"Hey Mrs. Jerguens," He started. "Do you know where Amy is?"

"She's not with you?" Anne said turning around to face him.

"SHIT!" He ran out the door and jumped into his car, pulling out of the driveway and speeding off.

Ricky knew that they must be close, he had only been asleep for a few minutes. He drove around hoping to find a sign or a clue that would tell him where they were. Then just as he looked up from the dashboard right in front of him was a lime-green muscle car that Ricky knew had to be Bob's, who else would have that ugly thing. It was parked out front of an abandoned warehouse. He pulled over to the side of the road and hastily took out the keys. Wasting no time he leapt from the car and ran up to the old, rusted doors. They were locked. Ricky didn't here anything inside and that made him fear even more which he didn't think was humanly possible.

Amy woke up in a daze and saw Bob's shadow, about 20-feet away. She jerked around trying to free herself. She had duck tape wrapped around her mouth and looked down to find that her hands and feet were bound with rope. She tugged at it but that only made her limbs go more numb. Silent tears were streaming down her face, afraid for her life.

Ricky went over to the nearest window he could find and smashed it in with his foot. Glass fell everywhere on top and below him. With it crunching under his feet as he walked, he carefully climbed into the darkened building, listening for voices so he would know where Amy was. He couldn't even think about what Bob was doing to her, but as hard as he tried to get the faded memories to go away, they wouldn't. At least he didn't feel the pain of broken glass cutting deeper into his flesh with each move he made, but only the unforgotten nostalgia.

Amy squirmed on the cold, hard cement ground as she attempted to free herself, not giving up hope, someone would find her. She overheard Bob's conversation which only made her weep more and more.

"Yeah, I'll have him for you soon enough."

'I know, but…"

"Listen, I've got the girl now. I'll have him by tonight, dead or alive." Then he hung up. She started crying uncontrollably and had scooted herself into a corner. It was too dark in the small room for Amy to see anything but she heard the footsteps, the doomful walk of sorrow and torment awaiting her.

Ricky walked down a long hallway, he could feel that he was getting closer and closer. He could smell the stench of his old acquaintance, and he thought that he heard the breaths of those, it couldn't be happening again, the once father he thought he had living with the little lessons, the gut-wrenching sense of 'Bob'. No he was sure that he heard someone, he could see at the end of the hallway a single light stood on standing out from all the others. He started racing towards the end and burst into the room.

The footsteps felt as if they were on top of her. So close see could fell him breathing down her neck.

"So," He rubbed his hand down her face and wiped her tears with his thumb. She pulled away and he grabbed her head. "listen you little bitch." He was hovering over here, she could see his blood shot eyes and the veins thrusting out of his arms as he squeezed her throat. Amy knew that her life was being sucked out of her that very second, she couldn't grasp any air and she knew this was it.

Amy's face was turning purple as she gasped for her last breath to mutter the words that needed to be spoken. "You'll never…" she again looked for a wind of air to fill her lungs, "get my son." Her head dropped, unconscious once again. Bob released his grip and retreated back a few steps before drawing his hand up to punch her in the face. Only this time is was stopped.