Chapter Recap

Eve"s POV

Poor Shane. He completely lost it. I hope Claire is alright. Micheal and I have to be strong for Shane. I have never seen him look so broken, lost, every shred of hope gone from his face.

Claire's (POV)

My body jerks forward as I feel brakes slam. I cry out in pain as the seat belt slams against my chest. My wrists scrap violently against the bonds that are tied around my tender flesh. The joyous laugh floats to my ears as my unknown capture delights in my suffering. My breathing is shallow as I realise I have heard this sound before. I just can't seem to remember who this pleasured laugh belongs to. I feel a hand reach out and grasp my shoulder in a tight hold. I shudder in fear as I know what comes after this rough touch to my arm. My faces is covered over with a cloth bag. The air crackles as I hear the opposite hand flying throught the air. It makes contact with my face. The force pushes my head so far back that my head slaps against the window. White hot light darts in front of my vison as the need to slap this person back has me shaking with need.

I wish I were at the at the glass house right now, curled up in Shane's warm embrace. My heart aches as his face crosses into my mind. I have no idea how long I have been away form him. Ha, listen to your self, its like this is by choice. I know Shane is porbably overcome with worry and sadness. He has lost so much and I don't want to be added to his list. Whenever i get the chance I will run for all I'm worth. Shane is my motivation to stay alive. I will fight this battle for him. I know I will get throught this because I have to see my heart at least one more time before I give up in this strugle. The vehicle I'm in comes to a complete stop. I hear the door being yanked open. The warm air is like a refreshing slap to my chilled skin. I shiver as goosebumps break out across my skin. Suddenly, my seat belt is removed and I'm slung over some one's shoulder.

I take this as my chance to escape. I swing my leg out the masculine voice above in cries out is obvious discomfort as my foot makes contact to his skin. I can't help the smile that breaks out across my face in triumph. The man falls to his knees. This makes me assume I kicked him in the groin. I reach up and rip the bag off of my head as I turn to sprint away. My hands are still bound tightly at my sides. I run in a mad dash to find safety, only in the next second to hear foot falls pounding on the pavement behind me. They are gaining speed quickly. I scream out in desperation, looking for any savior. Just then a heavy body collides with my small one. I tumble to the scortching pavement. I push and shove trying to find an escape. The body just pushes me harder into the pavement. I wiggle to try to get out from under the forgein weight.

"Ooh, babydoll, are you trying to get me all excited?" The gruff voice whispers in my ear. I stop moving as he presses his erection into the small of my back. Panic floods my senses as I come to terms at how bad this situation really is. The man starts rubbing my hair before he grasps it with a firm hand and smashes my face into the ground. I lose my steady hold on conciousness. I have the feeling I won't resurface for a while.

Shane's (POV)

It has been a month, one week, four days, ten hours, and nine minutes since I heard the sickening news at the hospital. They still haven't found Claire. The grief that washes over me makes me nauses. My heart feels as thought it was cut out of my chest. The rise and fall of my chest makes the wound hurt even worse. The police aren't even bothering to feed us fake lines on how she might still be alive. Those stopped two weeks after she was taken. I can't even feel ashamed to let Micheal hear me cry myself to sleep at night. Morganville feels even more Hellish with my other half missing. I was planning on marrying that girl someday. She was going to have my babbies. But now my future is lost. It is like a gray hase has taken over.

I get these vivid dreams of some one hurting Claire repeatedly. Punches, slaps, kicks and I feel the pain that would come form those blows. Not physically, but emotionlly. They make me wake up screaming and bawling my eyes out. I hear Eve cry in Micheal's arms every night. I feel jealous when she has her love to comfort her and I don't. Amelie comes over to the house to talk to me every week. I think she thought of Claire as her daughter and just wants to feel close to her. She seems almost as sadden as me.

I lie my head down drifting into to sleep as the image of Claire face down on the ground with a man covering her body with his. He grinds into her back. I can see the panic that fills her eyes. I yell out in anger as he starts to play with her hair. He slams her face into the pavement. The next thing he does is stand. He picks up her limp body and throws her on a bed. then he ties her arms and legs to the frame of the bed. I wake up in a light seen of sweat. My breath comes out in gasping pants. I'm so scared right now. What if that is what she is going through?