I'm so sorry it's so late...I've been super busy and I'm writing a super important part of the story right now and it's hard with writers block but at least you only have to wait 3/4 days until another update right?

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Everything, everywhere. Total chaos in every direction. Suitcases scattered along the floor, clothes chucked left right and centre…TV thrown across the room. A pin drop would've been heard as we stood in the doorway, open mouthed at the room that looked like a bomb site. Punk slowly took a few steps into the room, opening the closest door…turned out to be the bathroom. He checked it was empty before shoving me inside.

"Stay here, don't come out until I get you." I didn't argue. I just nodded robotically, my mind running to come to some kind of conclusion. A loud bang echoed through the deafening silence, I crawled to the door and put my ear against the cold wood only to hear the faint mumblings of Punk, and…someone else.

"I suggest you get the hell out of my hotel room." that was Punk…Why was he so quiet? What the hell was that bang?

"Not until I get what's mine, I know you know what I'm talking about…" No…it couldn't be him…

"You really think you'll get away with this?" he coughed "I'll tell the police for crying out loud!" Another chorus of coughs.

"You're kidding right? Are you deaf? I know she's here!" My heart sunk and my throat began to close up, I couldn't see a thing due to the tears.

I could just make out footsteps. He was still searching the room but he was going the wrong way…they became quieter; I assume he's heading into the bedroom. I heard quick shuffling closer but it was a different kind of sound, someone lent on the other side of the door. I jumped back and tried to crawl to some kind of safety.

"Zoe, Lock the door," cough, "Don't come out." It was almost too quiet to be a whisper, a part of me thought I dreamt it but I locked it none the less, jumped in the bath and closed the shower curtain for good measure.

The Footsteps became fast and loud. The heavy breathing told me he was just outside the door.

"Now, you can go in their and get her worthless ass for me, or I can do it in front of you, while you just lie there, watching…completely helpless." I heard a low laugh and another deep cough.

"Now, which is it to be?" He was tapping his foot impatiently as he knocked on the door. In a split second the reality of the situation smacked me cold and hard in the face; Punk was hurt, I was locked in a bathroom and someone out there knew me…and wanted me. More importantly, Punk was trying to help me. I stood up and slowly pulled back the shower curtain, dragging one leg at a time over the bathtub, my eyes slamming shut as he knocked again in perfect harmony with Punks coughs.

'Deep breaths Zoe…Don't act like you've never done this before…'

I thought to myself as I took a long, deep breath on shaky legs.

'One foot in front of the other…keep breathing. He's trying to help you remember? The least you can do is put a stop him hurting.'

The door clicked as I unlocked it. I stood with my hand on the door knob, a mechanical cackle revelling itself to my ears as I heard Punk. Just like when he found me, I could hear him talking but it was just noise…nothing coherent.

I opened the door, feeling my throat close up at the sight of Punk, trying to defend me by sitting between me and the intruder…his throat was cut deep as a trickle of blood fell from the line cursing his skin, going from collar bone to collar bone. That was their mark. Punk put a dazed hand on the door frame I was still stood behind in an attempt to stand, he managed it, getting to his feet but hunched over. The entire time the man just stood there, watching, smiling. He knew I couldn't go anywhere, he knew I had no where to run. I quickly placed a small hand on Punks shoulder as I put a towel on his neck where the cut was. I looked him in the eye, pleading with him to understand.

"It's Ok, I wont let him take you!" He tried his best to shout and sound threatening. It shook my heart to the core, he coughed even more, his blood splattering out and decorating the carpet. I let a tear fall; it'd been building since I saw him.

"I have to go now Punk. I told you I'm scared to trust people because all they do is break it. I trusted you for a day and you kept it." Tears falling carelessly down my cheek as he gripped my arm, trying to stand up straight. "Know you cared for me more in 24 hours than anyone else has before. I'm too grateful for that to watch you hurt because of me." My body shaking with emotion; fear, sadness, gratitude…Love?

"I'm sorry…Thank you …" I said as I pulled his hand off my arm. He stood there, so helpless, not understanding. He would someday, hopefully. I looked at his beautiful, caring brown eyes one last time, imprinting them into my memory before turning to face the man that'd been watching me since I came out of the bathroom. He gruffly grabbed my arm pulling me towards the door. Punk sat there, having stumbled back to the ground seconds after I let him go, I looked my kidnapper in the eye as he loosened his grip slightly.

"Be quick." I guess he was getting soft on me.

I turned to face the man that had risked his life to try and save me. Kneeling down in front of him as his eyes quickly opened and closed, trying to stay conscious. I put my phone in his lap, careful to hide if from my attackers gaze. He helplessly pushed his arm out towards me, trying to get me to stay with him. Just like that morning when I walked to the elevator. A final tear crawled down my cheek. I took his hand and kissed his knuckles, replacing my hand with the cell phone. I stood and turned to leave. I couldn't bear to look at him anymore. My heart was bleeding with the thought of him in pain all because someone wanted me. Not him. It wasn't fair for him to get hurt because of my mistakes.

I walked out the door, down the stairs of the hotel hearing his footsteps heave behind me. I got to the car park and stood in front of the familiar, camouflage green land rover. It was the gang's trademark car. I felt sick as I noticed the dent on the side. If you looked closely enough you'd notice it was the exact same size as my head. He came up behind me, shoving me into the car as he got in himself.