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Natalie:
I wake up with the feeling of someone standing over me. I open my eyes expecting to see John or Angelina standing over me but instead I see a woman dressed in black with her hair pulled back into a tight ponytail standing over me. My heart stops. "Wh-Who are you?" I ask frightened.
"Ashley," she says and my heart stops. "Did you think I would let you take my husband? Did you think I was just going to give up and let you win? Well, I wasn't. He is mine."
"John doesn't want to be with you," I say as I sit up.
"Because you're a homewrecking whore," she says.
"I'm not a homewrecker. Ashley, I'm sorry."
"You're sorry?" she asks.
"Yes, I'm sorry."
"Sorry for sleeping with my husband? Sorry for taking the man I love or sorry for getting pregnant. Or are you sorry that you got caught?"
"I'm sorry that this happened like this. It wasn't my intention," I say.
"Then what was your intention?" she asks.
"I don't know," I say. "But I'm sorry. Look John is right down stairs let me get him."
I go to get up and she pulls a gun out of her pocket. "Sit down," she says as I sit down without a fight. "If you make a sound I will use this on you."
"Where did you get that gun?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter does it? What matters is you took my life away from me. So maybe I will take your life away from you," she says looking at the gun. "I can do this nice and easy and shoot you. Then it will all be over." She looks at the gun and smiles. "Yes, it will all be over."
"You wouldn't do that because John would hate you for life," I say.
"Shut up!" she says. "You don't know what I am going to do. I can shoot you and everything will be done."
She takes the gun and holds it to my head and I have never been so scared in my life. "Don't do this," I plead. "You don't want to do this."
"It will all be over," she says in a deranged voice and then giggles. "It will all be over."
"Please don't," I say. "Please don't."
"Not so brave now are you, Natalie. You took everything from me. You took my life, you took my husband you took my happiness," she says. "I can fire this gun and it will all be done," she says as she holds it to my head. "But," she says lowering the gun. "I'm not going to do that. That would be too easy for you. That would be too easy for John."
"What?" I ask. I have no idea what she's talking about.
"Killing you would be too easy," she says, "I am going to make you suffer. I'm going to take away from you what you took from me."
"What are you talking about?" I ask. I am beyond scared. I want to scream but she might actually kill me.
"I'm going to take your baby from you. You have what I've wanted for a long time. I want that baby."
"You're not getting this baby," I say.
"We will see and then I'm taking John back," she says.
"Why are you doing this?"
"Because you took everything from me, Natalie. Now get up," she says grabbing my arm.
"No," I say refusing to get up.
"Don't think I won't shoot you here and now if you don't listen to me. Get up," she says raising the gun again this time pointing it to my stomach. "Don't make me do this, Natalie."
"Fine," I say as I get up. I don't have a choice. I don't want anything to happen to the baby so I go with her. She pulls me out the window and takes me down the balcony. She leads me to the back alley and then puts me in the car. She shuts my door and I realize there is no way out since she ripped off the door handle. She is way more than a bit crazy. I knew I couldn't trust her. I just need to be smart about my decision and figure out a way out. She hurries around the car and gets into the driver's side and pulls out. We are driving down the streets of Hershey whizzing by the attractions heading off into Lebanon and Palmyra. "Where are we going?" I ask.
"It doesn't matter just shut up."
"Okay," I say, "but I don't understand what you're trying to accomplish."
"I know what I'm accomplishing," she says. "I'm getting my family back."
"But my baby isn't your family. He's mine, John's and Angelina's family."
"Shut up you don't have a family. You won't have a family," she says as she continues to drive.
I just sit quietly hoping that John goes up to the bedroom soon to check on me to see that I'm not there. Then I have some hope that I will be found before this nutjob does anything to hurt me or the baby. We drive a while longer and we are definitely in Annville because we are way beyond the Palmyra and Lebanon border. We pull onto a dirt road and drive up it till we reach a farm house. Of course we would arrive at a farmhouse. She pulls the car behind the barn and parks the car. She gets out of the car and walks over to my side. If I wanted to run there would be nowhere for me to go. She opens my car door and pulls me out by my arm. "What are you doing?" I ask.
"Shut up," she says as she leads me into the barn. She takes me into what used to be a chicken coup and there is hay on the ground, a chair, rope and surgical tools. I don't want to know how she got surgical tools. I really don't. "Sit down," she says pointing to the chair. I sit down on the chair because she still has that gun in her hand. As soon as I am sitting down she grabs the rope. I roll my eyes at her. She takes my hands and ties them behind my back then she ties my feet together. I hear a car pull up and I am almost hopeful that it is John or the police for me. "Sounds like we have company," she says with a smile before walking out of the barn. I hear the car door and I hear her say, "good you found us."
"Is she here?" I hear the man ask and I know the voice but I'm denying it. It can't be.
"Yes," she says, "follow me."
And sure enough they both walk in to the old chicken coup and yes it is. It is Max with her. "Hello, Natalie," he says with a smile. "How are you?"
"Shut up," I say giving him the evilest look possible.
"Aw, Nat," he says. "Don't be like that. We will be great together."
"I am with John," I say, "and he will find both of you."
"By the time he finds us it will be too late," says Max. "How have you been? You're looking as hot as ever."
Chills run up my spine and I starting to feel sick. "Ew."
Max lets out a laugh and says, "Just remember all those nights we spent together, Natalie."
"Don't remind me," I say. I have no idea what is in store for me but the fact Max is involved it can't be good, not good at all.
"Oh, Natalie," he says as he touches my shoulder.
"Don't touch me," I say. "John will find me and when he does you both will be sorry."
"Don't hold your breath," says Ashley. "You need to rest up this week is going to be a big one for you. Get some rest."
"What do you mean?" I ask.
"You're going to have the baby at the end of the week," she says.
"There is NO way this baby is going to survive if you take it now," I say. "He will only be 25 weeks gestation without medical treatment and stuff there is no way he will survive."
"She makes a point," says Max. "We might have to keep her till January."
"I don't want to deal with her that long," says Ashley. "Why can't I just kill her and be done with it?"
"You're not going to kill her," says Max, "and besides that baby is your key to getting John back and then after that Natalie is mine."
"I will never be yours, Max," I say.
"Shut up," he says as he backhands me. "I missed your smart mouth."
I feel the tears run down my cheek. I just need John to find me soon. I need to get out of here. "Fine," says Ashley. "But if she gets out of line one time I will kill her with no remorse."
"Fine," says Max. "If she gets out of line kill the bitch."
JOHN:
"I will be right back," I say to Angelina. "I am going to check on your mom."
"Okay," says Angelina as I walk up the stairs.
I walk into the bedroom and feel the cold air. Pregnancy hormones make Natalie hot all the time. I turn on the light and say, "Natalie, I talked to the…" I start to say before I realize she's gone. "Natalie," I say. I walk down to the bathroom and it's empty. I walk downstairs and say, "Angelina, have you seen your mom?"
"No she's taking a nap remember?" she asks.
"That's what I thought," I say as I feel my heart pound. I go back up to the bedroom to look for her but she is nowhere to be found.
I pull out my cellphone and call 911 because I know something is wrong. Natalie wouldn't just disappear and she just wouldn't leave. Something happened. "911 what's your emergency?"
"My girlfriend is gone," I say.
"Sir, what is your name?"
"John Cena," I say.
"And when was the last time you saw your girlfriend, Sir?"
"This afternoon when she laid down to take a nap. Now I can't find her. She's gone."
"Did she leave the house by herself?"
"I don't think so," I say. "Something's wrong. She has her."
"Who has her, Sir?"
"My ex-wife," I say, "she has her."
"Sir, we are sending the police to your house. They will be there shortly."
"Thank-you," I say as I hang up the phone. I will never forgive myself if something happens to Natalie.
*A/N: So what did you think? Please review and thank-you for reading.