Chapter 7

Nick's pov:

She curls her fingers around my wrist and whispers sweet things in my ear and cries. She cries deeply and the sobs echo throughout the room but it's just us for now and I can feel her sighing and feel her smoothing my hair down like I always do with her. I can feel the way her fingers delicately move through it and see how her tears hang on her lashes like stars.

"Nick..." Her voice is so beautiful. I know I've always thought that, just like I've always thought that she had the most dark and beautiful hair and eyes like Lapis Lazuli gems. Her skin is so pale like a porcelain china doll and her hands are so soft when she entwines them with mine and kisses me on my temples and then rests her small head on my chest. Closing her eyes and sniffling. Trying not to_ and failing I might add_ cry and shed tears.

My throat burns when I say her name, "Ma-a-cey." The word is hardly even there but it's out. When she looks up at me she stares for no longer than a second before kissing me softly on the mouth and saying, "I'll get us out of here, Nick, I promise."

But I didn't want her promise to get us out. I wanted her to promise to get herself out before hell froze over and she's lying there dead. Her fingers are in my hair again, I'd never seen her so worried about anything, but the drugs were in me and I could feel it coursing through my veins like a poison. Eating me away. I was fairly certain that they'd given me more drugs than the one time, it would have blown over by now.

"Macey..."

She stopped me, "Don't. You need your rest," she told me.

"Yes, mother," I laughed but the effort was to much and I doubled over on the hard stone tile floor. "Where are we Macey?"

"Hell?" She muttered. "Eloise and Martain have been working with Catherine. That's how they knew about all of us. We stood no chance. And Catherine..." Her voice cracked. "She's going to kill the babies. We don't know when. She said that me... She selling some of us off to men who..." she couldn't go on.

I forced myself upright and with all the strength I had, I tugged her closer and kissed her on the neck softly, "You know I won't let that happen, Macey. You have to trust me. I'll keep you safe," I cupped her face in the palms of my hands, "Trust me."

Through the tears she nodded, "I love you Nick."

Liz's pov:

Jonas wrapped his arms around me as Catherine and her goons came running in, she smiled at the two of us as if we were exactly who she wanted to see, "Elizabeth Sutten and Jonas Petersen. Boy is it good to see you."

"I'm sorry I can't say the same thing," I coughed, it was a horrible choking sound.

When she stepped forward Jonas pulled me closer and kissed the skin below my hairline softly and spoke sweet, gentle words because there was nothing else he could do. When she reached down to touch me he struck her with his fist. She didn't flinch, she just grinned at him, "Dear, hold onto this moment because in a moment we'll be going through shock therapy. I have a game that you're all so going to love. I swear."

Jonas jerked me around my middle and before Catherine's goons could pull me away he kissed me hard on the mouth, a hot driving kiss that was almost like a... no. He was trying to say goodbye. I could tell he was afraid and I didn't blame him, but it scared me even more.

The baby...

Then they tore me away from Jonas as he shouted, "Liz! Elizabeth! Let her go you bitch! Leave her alone!" He shouted loud and clear. He started to come at me, to fight off the men, but they pushed him back like he were nothing and pulled me away.

"Jonas!" I yelled his name.

"Elizabeth!" In his eyes I could see unspoken words, I'll find you... And I believed him with all of my heart.

Grant's pov:

Bex looked smaller and more frail than I'd ever seen her even since the gun shot I'd witnessed, no gunshots_ in the plural. Back in senior year of school for me she'd been shot and almost killed. And now she looked even more helpless. "Rebecca..."

She didn't answer.

"Rebecca..."

"Rebecca..."

"Rebecca..."

Just as Catherine comes in she says softly, "I told you never to call me Rebecca," and she gave me a kiss on the palm of my hand before they took her away from me.

"Bex!" I shouted, but she was already gone.

Cammie's pov:

Catherine was coming in but Zach pulled me away, pushing me away from the woman coming for me. "Stay away from her," he hissed.

Catherine laughed out loud, "Zachary dear, why do you protect the woman who almost killed your mother?" She narrowed her eyes. "Don't you love me?"

I held onto Zach's hand for dear life and stared back at the woman coming for me.

"No, mother. I don't love anyone who tries to hurt Cammie. Get out of here!" He hissed. He slid his hand backward, reaching for me backward and pulling my arm his neck and he pressed his lips to it, "Run," he whispered.

Then the room turned to chaos as he kicked his mother in the chest and she went flying into the wall and he shouted again, "Run!" It was like when we'd been in the tombs. The images rushed back, he picked up the gun and shot the explosives and mouthed the words "good-bye". That moment still hung clear in my head but I knew i had to run. I had to get the baby out of here.

I twisted and kicked a man in the stomach and went running into the hall, spinning and kicking whenever anyone got close enough. "Cameron!" Catherine shouted. "If you leave I shoot your husband!" She had Zach in a death grip around his neck.

"No you won't," I said.

"I'm not bluffing Cameron," she said.

"Run..." he rasped, yet I couldn't do it. I couldn't leave the boy I loved.

I trembled where I stood, "You wouldn't shoot your own son."

"Think again," she laughed and then she let the bullets fly.

"Zach!" I screamed. He fell to the ground, alive but his wounds were fresh and if I didn't help him he'd die. Tears were in my eyes as she pointed the gun at him again.

"What's it gonna be? You or Zach?"