"Lizzie, you're going to have to tell us eventually, so tell us now!" Aj says with a laugh. We were sitting around the table enjoying our lunch at one of New York's many amazing mom and pop diners, or least I've been told. I stick my tongue out at her, "Never in a million years Aj! You'll just have to keep guessing!" They were both trying to guess what Punk has asked me last night. I saw Eve tapping her fingers, and Aj was starting to get impatient. I grinned. Making them try to guess this, was funny. I try not to laugh but fail, bursting out into a full on laugh-til-your-sides-hurt laugh. They both looked at me like I had lost it, which made me laugh even harder.

"Please Lizzie? Just tell us. I despise guessing games," Eve says glaring at me. Wow, she meant business.

"Alright fine, hold on a sec," I let out a long breath, calming myself down,"Okay, well...Punk asked me to move in with him last night!" Aj and Eve both did that girly squeal.

"No way?"

"Really?"

"Yes way! And yes really! I haven't told him yes or no yet. He wants me to move to Chicago, but I don't want to sell my house. I mean I do, I really, really want to, but it's a big step, and we've only been together for almost three months," I say, hoping that I don't sound too needy or whatever.

"Listen, I've known Punk longer than you have. You...for some reason have this odd effect on him. He's still an asshole to people, but when you're around...his smile is brighter, there's an extra spring in his step. You, Elizabeth, bring out the best in him. If he wants you to move in with him, do it. Don't freak out him yet. I've seen how you two looked at each other for years!" Eve says. She was making a lot of sense, but I never knew he had liked me when I was an awkward teenager. Like with Cena, I had always thought of him like a protective big brother or something. I really and honestly didn't have any kind of feelings until I turned 18, and the guys at the WWE suddenly became more appealing to me.

"You're over thinking again aren't you?" Aj brought me out my inner thoughts

"Yeah, sorry," I look down at the table.

"Don't apologize. It's fine. You do that a lot don't you?" Aj asks

I roll my eyes, and let out a sigh, "Yes unfortually. My brain hates me." I laugh a little.

Eve reaches over and takes my hand in hers," Stop it then! like that!" she snaps," When you get back to the hotel tell Phil your answer! If I hear other wise, I will be forced to The Heart Breaker on you in the middle of the ring, in front of everyone." I let out a let out a small gasp. I didn't know if she was kidding or not. Eve has a smug smile on her face. She does that a lot, it always confuses me.

After lunch we went on a little shopping spree. I thought I deserved it. I mean my pay is, for the lack of a better word, awesome! We went to several of the shops around Times Square. I was amazed at the hulstle and bustle of the 's nothing like back home. Aj, Eve, and I had only planned to shop for a couple of hours, but with fans asking for photos and autographs at every store, a two hour shopping trip turned into a four hour shopping trip. While in Tiffany's looking for a pair ear rings and while my friends were hamming it up for the fans, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Where r u?

It was from, oddly enough, Tiffany.

Tiffany's actually lol was supposed to be done hours ago! -Lizzie

I could almost see her rolling her eyes at her phone.

We're leaving in an hour we're going to Masa's. I guess it's a japanese place down on...Broadway? *shrugs* who knows. they boys know this place better than we do! Lol

Lol! I'll take the next cab back to the hotel i just need to change and reapply some make up-Lizzie

She didn't send anything after that. I walked around a bit, looking at the stuff that was way out of my price range. Aj and Eve came up to me with apologetic looks. I just waved it off.

"Hey, I'm gonna get a cab and head back. I had fun with you guys!" I hug them both.
"That's fine, we'll see you later!" Aj said as I walked away.

When I finally made it back to the hotel, I looked down at my phone, I only had a half hour to get ready. My dad was right, New York traffic is much worse than the traffic in St. Louis or Branson. I make it up to the room, only to see Punk laying on the bed. His hands are behind his head against the head board, watching something on T.V. I try to make my quietly to the bathroom so he doesn't see all the bags I have in my hands. I know he's not going to be happy. As soon as I reach the door, I feel him behind me, "Thought you get by me that easily?" He makes me jump, making the bags in my hands fall to the floor. I turn around. His arms are on either side of my head and he's looking down at me. I was leaning against the door, "Hi." He looks down to see what I dropped, "You...went shopping didn't you?" I give him a sheepish look, nodding my head slowly, then looking down, much like a kid with his hand caught in the cookie jar. He tilts my chin up, then brushes his fingers gently down the side of my face.
"What's that look for? I'm glad you went shopping. You deserved it," He says softly.
I look at him, confusion in my eyes. That's...not what I'm used to hearing.

"I was...waiting for the yelling to start. I thought you weren't going to be happy about my going shopping. I mean I have to start saving money and instead I'm spending it," I say, leaning even more against the door, feeling the door nob in my back.

He drops his hands to my hips, pulling me close to him, "What did Danny do to you? You're not the girl I did he do to make the sweet, laughing, carefree girl go away? It seems like in the last couple of months you shy away from my touch instead of welcoming it. With the exception of last night, oh and that night in Arizona."

I start to rub my arm, then shrug,"I'm not used...to all the...attention I guess? Danny never laid his hands on me, but he was heartless at times. There were some nights I'd cry myself to sleep at night because he wouldn't touch me, or tell me he loved me. After a while I just put up a shield to ignore all the bad stuff and focus on the good stuff. He never bought me any kind of jewelry, or really anything now that I think about it."

" I mean I was shocked when you gave me the necklace. I almost told you to take it back. I'm still adjusting to all this attention. I...sometimes don't feel worthy of being loved by anyone." When I'm done talking, I find myself crying. Punk puts his arms around me, pulling me close to him. He smooths my hair, kissing the top of my head. I try to push away from him again, but he only tightens his hold on me.

"Don't try to get away from the pro wrestler baby, it doesn't work," he says with a laugh. I start to giggle with him, wiping my eyes. "I'm sorry Phil, it's totally not you. I swear, it's all me. I'm just so fucked up..."

He put his finger up to my mouth,"Don't ever say that! Ever! I was going to wait to tell you this, but apparently you need to hear it more than ever. Elizabeth, I love you. I've always loved you. I will always love..." He was mid sentence, and I kissed him. The only thoughts that were going through my head were, He loves me! He loves me! He loves ME! Punk breaks the kiss, "If we didn't have plans tonight, some of stuff in that Victoria's Secret bag would be getting some good use out of them." He smirks, then quickly kisses me again,"Now go, get ready. We leave in like, 15 minuets."

We finally made it down to the lobby. John and Tiffany had a cab ready and were waiting for us. Tiffany looked stunning! She had on an emerald green strapless dress, black gladiator heels, and her short hair perfectly curled. I thought I looked plain next to her. I was wearing black skinny jeans, black peep toe heels, a dark pink tank top with a white lacey top over it, (much like the night I made my first appearance on Raw), with my hair in a lose side ponytail, and my necklace. I don't think I'm ever going to take it off. We all got in the cab, John told the cab driver where to go. Tiffany and I were too amazed at the city lights. It's nothing like back home. I don't think we'll ever get used to being in places like this. After my meltdown in the room, Punk had decided to keep a watchful eye on me. He sat next to me in the cab, and was holding my hand in his, our fingers intertwined. There was no need, but then again, I was prone to meltdowns, so maybe it was a good idea. I'm taken out of my thoughts when I feel someone tapping my shoulder.

"Yo Elizabeth, quit daydreaming about how hot Punk is, and get out of the car!" John says, laughing. I grin at him, getting out of the car.

Punk took my hand in his, leading me inside. Once there, he twirls me around, then pulls me into his chest. He's got the biggest, boyish grin on his face, "You are the most beautiful woman here tonight, you know that?" I flush a deep crimson, leaning up a little to kiss him. He pulls me closer to him, "After this, that pretty little outfit you've got on, is coming off." When he whispers into my ear, his warm breath tickles me a little, I end up giggeling softly.

You know, even being with two other WWE Superstars, we have to wait! Wait! I thought someone had called ahead or something, but nooo. John was too busy with Tiffany. I sat on the bench with my legs crossed and my arms crossed. Punk had put his arm around my shoulder. I mean, okay, I know I shouldn't be mad, but there's a TON of people here! Some of whom look like they've been here since this place started serving dinner! As I'm sitting there, my stomach starts to rumble. I really should have eaten more at lunch, but my thoughts were elsewhere. I sigh loudly. Punk rubs his thumb on my shoulder, which sends a small shiver down my spine. John and Tiffany are deep in conversation, as if we're not here. Ugh...this place sucks!

"Babe you okay?" Punk asks me

"No! Why do we have to fucking wait? I mean you two are the biggest stars in the WWE and we have to wait? I mean look! Nick Cannon just walked in, and he gets a table! That's bullshit!" I say very loudly so the maitre'd can hear me. I sit back in a huff. This isn't fair! I roll my eyes as I start to sulk.

"Oh you get used to it, Elizabeth. There have been many times we've had to wait. Most people either don't know who we are ("Not likely" I say), or they do, and think that we act the same in real life as we do on the camera," He says nonchalantly. He's dismissing the whole thing! Ugh! Men are soo impossible!

"Cena, table for four," the maitre'd finally calls out.

As we walk past him, I glare at him, hard. He just poiletly smiles at me as he leads the way to our table. Which, by the way, is in the very back! With a TON of people around us. I was not a happy Lizzie! Once we're seated, another gentlman comes over,who seems way to cheery to be a waiter. He has a big grin on his face, and is oozing fan-boy,"Oh! You're John Cena and Cm Punk! Oh and Elizabeth! I thought you didn't know each other?" He gives us a suspisous look. John and Punk laugh it off. "Oh this pretty little thing? Nah she's gonna be my new manager, I thought I'd show her a good time tonight, to thank her," Punk says. I know he didn't mean it , it was a good way to stay off the dirtsheets. Over Cheery Waiter takes our drink orders and walks away. I roll my eyes. Wow, I don't think I've seen anybody that bad since I've been dating Punk. I mean yes there are the ocassional fan girls that freak out, but fan boys? They're a whole different ball game. They almost spaz out more than fan girls do, and fan boys collect more stuff, like used napkins, autographs, that kind of stuff.

When OCW comes back he has two glasses of a rose chardonnay for Tiffany and John and two Pepsi's for Punk and me. I don't drink like hardly ever. No, I'm not a straight edge like Punk, I just don't see the point in waking up with a hangover the next monring, What's the fun in that? We place our food orders and OCW, walks away again, with the same goofy grin on his face. I can't help but smile a little, it wasn't too long ago when Tiffany was oozing with fan girl. Or me when I teenager, going gaga when Punk, Jeff Hardy or Ted Dibiasse came out. But sooner or later most of us out grow it. While I'm thinking, I feel Punk's hand slowly rub my thigh. His touch is so soft and so wanted. I feel myself starting to blush, and my breathing getting faster. Punk notices the effect he's got on me and stops. I let out soft groan, cursing him silently with my eyes. He just smirks and goes back to the conversation. Oh, he's so going to get it when we get back to the hotel!

"So, Tiff, what's gonna be your ring song?" I ask, picking away at what was left of my dinner.

"I'm not sure yet, I'm thinking something from Fall Out Boy, or Panic! At the Disco. I'm not really sure yet," She says, taking a drink of her wine, like the third one she's had tonight. John was polishing off his fifth glass of wine. No one's going to be able to sleep tonight.

"Oh that'll be awesome! What about Grand Theft Autum, or But It's Better If You Do?" I say, shrugging.

"Hmm...maybe, we'll just have to see. I'm supposed to have a song to Audio by Saturday," She takes another sip, then slumps back in her chair.

I check my phone, it was nearly midnight. We've been here for most of the night it seems. Just laughing, eating and having a good time. I lean back against my chair to stretch. It was getting rather late, but we were having fun. Punk pulls me into him lap causing me to laugh, followed by John and Tiffany laughing too. We sat around for a few more minuets before OCW came back with our check. "I'm sorry guys but you're going to have to leave, we're closing." His happy smile was replaced with an irritated look. Aww fan boy was unhappy that we stayed as long as we did. We all laughed again as Punk and John paid. There was a noticeable drop in the temperature as we went outside to get a cab. I suddenly shivered, wrapping my arms around me. Punk put his over shirt over my shoulders as he came up behind me, snaking his arms around my waist. I leaned back into him. He was so warm. Tiffany and John were clearly making out as we waited for a cab. I rolled my eyes. Finally two came up. John and Tiffany got into one, and Punk and I went to another. I was confused.

"What's that all about? I thought we were going back?" I looked at Punk

"Well they're drunk, and I don't much feel like dealing with them while their hands are all over each other," He says, pulling me close to him.

I just smiled and wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing him, "Well good because I don't think I'll be able to keep my hands off of you." A wicked smile spread across his face as he kisses me back. I feel one of his hands moving gently down my leg and back up as we kiss. I shiver a little, then out a small moan. "You're mine tonight."

I woke up to a warm beam of sun spreading across my face. I rolled over to see Punk still sleeping with his arms around me. I looked over at him, smiling. I quietly got up, wrapping the sheet around me. I looked over my arms and legs making sure there weren't any noticeable = marks. We got...kind of rough last night. I smile to myself and make my way to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror and saw two hickies on my neck, and small bruise from where Punk had bit me. There was not enough concealer in the world to cover that mark up! I inspect it closer running my fingers over it. It hurt a little bit when I touched it. Oh well, I shrug and make my way back to the bedroom. I hear my phone ring when I walked back. Who would be calling at seven in the morning? I picked it up and looked at the number. Hmm...not a number I know, but I answer it anyway.

"Hello?" There was silence, then, what sounded like a drunken laugh.

"Lizzie! So good to hear your...voice again. How long has it been? What, six months?"

My jaw drops,"D...Dan...Danny? How...did you get my number?"

Danny laughed again, "Oh baby, I can hack just about anything to get what I want. So, where are you? Oh that's right, I already know. Your in New York City with some jack ass!"

I was silent for a few seconds, trying to wrap my head what was going on. Oh god! He knows I'm here! What if he's here?

"Danny, what do you want?" I say, nearly yelling into the phone.

"Oh...it's not what I want, it's what I need..." he hung up.

My face was burning. I couldn't believe it! Oh shit! Oh fuck! What am I gonna do? I begin to pace, running my fingers in the matted mess of my hair. This...this isn't good. My breathing starts to quicken followed by a sharp pain in my chest. Oh no! Please God no! Not a panic attack! I quickly make my way back to the bathroom. I shut the door and slide down it with my face in my hands. No! No! NO! Everything was going so well! This can't be happening! I feel hot tears streaming down my face. All the while trying to wake Punk up. I quietly open the door, and grab the first few pieces of clothing I can find and put them on. I grab my phone and key card, shutting the door quietly behind me as I leave. I wasn't sure who's room I was going to until I ended up in front of Aj and Eve's room. I knocked as loud as I could, "AJ! EVE! Please open up!" I hear a rustling inside then Eve opening the door. I threw myself into her my arms on her shoulders. "Elizabeth, what's wrong?" I look up at her, and wipe my eyes with the back of my hand. "He's found me! Danny's found me!" I start to sob even harder. Not because I'm sad or anything, mostly just to keep myself from having a panic attack. Eve leads me over to one of the beds, sitting me down. Aj looks over at me, "How? You tried everything to make sure he couldn't. I know after you guys broke up, you wanted nothing to do with him anymore, right?" I nodded my head. Eve had come back with a warm wet wash cloth and started to gently rub my face with it. Then my phone rang again, making me jump. Oh it was Punk.

"Baby come back to bed, I'm cold" he says in a sleepy voice. I start to calm down a little, hearing his voice always calms me down. Aj asked me who it was and I mouthed "Punk" at her. She nodded her head and both of them left the room. I get up, pacing the room again.

"Um...I would love to, but...we've got a situation, an emergency if you will. I've got to make some phone calls," I say, hoping the shakiness in my voice was gone.

I hear some blankets ruffle on his end, I was pretty sure he was looking for his pants, "What's..going on?" I sigh, "Just come to Aj, and Eve's room. I'll tell when you get here."

A few minuets later there was a knock on the door. Aj answered and Punk rushed in, pulling me into his arms. He kisses the top of my head,and pulls me away from him, "What's going on?" His voice is stern and full of concern.

I sigh, dropping my head. I start to play with the hem of my shirt,"Danny's...found me." He suddenly start to get very angry. The "on camera" anger doesn't even give his face right now justice. I start to back away from him, but he just holds on to me.

"How do you know?" He asks, through his teeth. I tell him about the phone call, what Danny had said, and how I rushed over here as soon as I got dressed. He lets go of me, "Why didn't you wake me up?" Oh now he's mad at me?

"Phil! I didn't want to! This isn't your problem! It has nothing to do with you!" I yell

.
"It has everything to do with me! It concerns you! You're my everything!" he starts yelling at me too

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"What If I want you to get involved? Danny is a very dangerous person! For all I know he's here in the city looking for me! I don't want you getting hurt!"

That let everything lose, "Elizabeth listen to me! I'm going to keep you safe! I won't let anything happen to you! Why don't you understand that? You're mine to protect! If anything were to happen to you...I don't what I'd do. I promised to keep you safe. Your sister would kill me if anything happened to you." I feel tears trying to fight they're way from my eyes. He was right. I know he won't let anything happen to me, but the thought of Danny doing something to Punk killed me inside. True, Punk was stronger, but Danny...he's unpredictable. There's no telling what he'll do. He never put his hands on me, but he was rude, heartless, and very controlling. When I was with him, I wasn't allowed to see my friends, or my family, unless he said I could. We lived together for a while, but I got tired of being around him all the time, and he got tired of seeing me all the time. So I moved back to Missouri, and he stayed in Ohio, and that's when the cheating started. I just couldn't handle it, so I dumped him. He would call every day, begging me to take him back. I had to change my number, and move out of my dad's house. All because of him. Danny was borderline stalker after we broke up.

I was in my thoughts, thinking about what Danny might end up doing to Punk. Even though my boyfriend is strong enough to take on what comes at him. I look up and see Punk pacing the room. He runs his fingers in his hair, (or what's left of it) looking distressed. It's all my fault. I put my head in my hands, and start to cry. My body shakes with sobs. I wrap my arms around my knees, pulling them close to me. This is all so overwhelming! All that I've kept inside just lets lose. My dad being sick, Danny looking for me, my sister so worried about our dad that's she sick. I feel someone's arm around me, not caring who it is, I lean into them. I look up and see Tiffany. She smooths my hair, pulling me into a tight hug. "It'll all be over soon Lizzie, you'll see. John, Kofi, and Punk will find Danny," she sighs, and lowers her voice so only I can hear her, "Hopefully the police get him first." I share a small secret smile with my friend. She shifts a little, as she does I lay down on the big queen sized bed, laying my head on Tiffany's lap. She continues to stroke my hair. I've done this to her many times over the years. We've always been close. She's more like my sister than my best friend. I mean yes, I love Aj and Eve. They're my best friends, but I don't think I'll ever have a bond as strong with them than I do with Tiffany. The thought makes me cry harder. Her boyfriend is now in danger because of me. I feel someone else get on the bed. I look up and see both Aj and Eve. The put my feet in their laps. With all of them comforting me, I fall asleep.

I'm running through Central Park, yelling for Punk and the others to stop. I soon see Danny pull out a gun and shoot all three of them. I yell, running over to them. Danny turns the gun on me, with a wicked grin on his face, "All I ever wanted was to love you." He shoots me and all goes dark.

I wake up screaming, "PUNK! NO!" I look around, trying to remember where I'm at. I'm in my own room. I frantically look around for Punk. He comes out of the bathroom with a horrified look on his face.
"Are you okay?" He asks once he's at my side. He holds my hands in his, running his thumbs over my knuckles.

I shake my head, "No! I'm not okay! I just had a dream that you died! You, John and Kofi! Please, baby, please! Let the police look for him! I...I can't...I don't...want anything to happen to you! I love you! Please, please...please..." I start to cry, hot tears roll down my face as I lean into his chest. He releases my hands, wrapping both arms around me.

"Shh...shh. Elizabeth if it means that much to you, I'll let the pigs do their job. I don't like seeing you like this. You're distressed, you're looking around every cornor. We're leaving in the morning. We're headed to Miami. You'll like it there, it's sunny, it's warm..." he goes on and on about Florida. There's no shows, but there is some signings, a B.A Star campaign, and a few other things. It should be fun. But if Danny found me in New York, he'll find me again. I slowly nod as I lay back down. Punk lays next to me, facing me. He wraps his arms protectively around me. I slowly, but surely fall back asleep.

I roll trying to find warmth, all I find is an empty spot. I quickly get up, where's Phil? I look over on the side table and his phone is gone. I look at the clock, it's three a.m. Oh no! He's gone to look for Danny! Ignoring the need to put on warmer cloths, I slip on my boot slippers, and my hoodie, grab my phone and leave the room. We're leaving in six hours and he's no where to be found! I call him. Dammit! Voice mail. I run down the hallway to the lift. I take it down to the lobby. I walk around to the back of the hotel, his car is gone. I go on board the bus, he's not there either. Ugh! Philip Jack Brooks! You're going to be the death of me! I go round to the front of the building to hail a cab.

"Where to little lady?" The cabby asks, his voice is rough, he sounds as if he's been working all night.

"Umm...Central Park?" He nods as he pull away from the hotel. I lean my head against the back window closing my eyes. Please let Punk be okay, please! The cab comes to a stop, the cabby is telling me to get out. I pay him, and start to walk towards the park. I'm not even sure why I'm here. Something in me told me to come here. I try to call Punk again, but it goes straight to his voice mail. I sigh loudly. I try John's phone, his goes to voice mail. Finally, I try Kofi. It rings for a few short seconds, than someone picks up.

"Lizzie! Where are you? Punk asked me to keep an eye on you!" Kofi answers, and he sounds pissed.
"I'm in Central Park. Where the hell is Phil?" I start pacing back and forth in front of a park bench.
I hear Kofi sigh loudly,"He's...out looking for Danny. The last place anyone knew where either of them were at was in the middle of the Park close to the lake."

I quickly hang up, making my way to the middle of the park. I had to stop a few times, just to make sure I was going the right way. There were signs pointing to the lake. It took a good twenty or so minuets. Finally I had made it. I looked around, calling out Punk's name very softly, to the point where it was almost a whipser. I strain my eyes just to see, I had left my glasses back at the hotel. I start to walk a little further, seeing three people standing. "PUNK! Please stop!" They all turned around, it wasn't them. My heart sank. I sat down on the edge of the lake, putting my head in my hands, sobbing. This is it! My boyfriend is dead! John is dead! This is all my fault! As I'm sitting here, sobbing, my phone starts to ring. It's Punk!

"Oh baby! You're okay!" I say without letting him say anything.

"Oh hardly, dear Elizabeth," Danny answered.

I stopped breathing, my heart was stuck in my throat,"Danny...w...what have you done?"

I hear him chuckle, "Oh babe, I haven't done anything...yet. Just do as I say, and you're little boy toys here won't get hurt."

"NO! PUNK! JOHN! Danny stop this! Stop this right now! Don't hurt them! Please don't hurt them!" I cry into the phone. I suddenly start to get quit,"Please Danny, I'll do whatever you want. Just don't hurt them."

"There, now that wasn't so hard, was it? Walk a little ways from where you're at, you'll see us," he hung up.

I get up brushing my pants off, and start walking. I make my way to a tunnel under a bridge, and my phone rings again, it's Danny,"In the tunnel you are in, there is a door on the left, open it and go down the stairs. Soon you will reunited with your beloved, and Punk." he laughs as he hangs up. Oh how I hate that man! I slowly open the door, sure enough there are stairs. I walk tentativaly walk down the stairs. There are several flights, I would guess about four or five. I make it down the third and see another door. Well Danny didn't say anything about that. I slowly open it, and there's someone inside.

"Sir,"I say quietly. The person turns around. Oh! it's a security guard! Probably for the subway. I smile, knowing that Danny was going to get caught.

The security guard looks me up and down, then frowns, "You're not supposed to be here, ma'am."

"I know, please I know that on every level. There's someone else here, and he's got two other people with him. He's kidnapped them. One of them is my boyfriend and the other is a very dear friend. The guy that has them...he's...he's..." I start to cry trying to explain who Danny is. The man gets up and puts a comforting arm around me.
"Shh, hush now. I'll help you. Do you know where they're at?"

I slowly nod, pulling myself out of his arms. I wipe my face with a tissue he's offered me,"Yes they're at the bottom of the at least that's what I was told." The security officer gets up,grabs his gun, and points for me to lead the way. I let out a sigh of releif. I smile to myself, in my head I'm singing, "He's gonna get caught! He's gonna get caught!"

We get down the stairs, and I see Phil and John both hunched over in a chair, with ropes tied around their hands and feet. I let out a painful gasp and rush over to them. I see Phil look up at me with his beautiful hazel eyes. He finally comes to, seeing who's in the room with him. He smiles and gently kisses me. "Oh you're okay! What happened?" Phil looks around, then quitly he says, "I'm not sure, but we have to be quiet. If he sees you here..." Too late.

"Oh goody you brought back up!" I hear Danny say as he walks out of the cornor of the room.

The security guard raises his gun, pointing it at Danny's head,"Sir I'm going to have ask you to take a step back, and put whatever weapons you have on the ground!" Danny only steps closer, "Son...don't do it You don't want to do it, take a step closer to and this will be all over soon."

Danny chuckles, "What are you going to, rent-a-cop? Shoot me with your toy gun?" He scoffs as he walks closer to me. Once he's in front of me, he gently, oh so gently runs his fingers down the side of my face. I turn away. I look over and see Phil struggling to get free.

"Danny! Don't you dare lay another finger on her!" Phil yells, still trying with all his might to break the ropes that bind him. A damn breaks in my eyes and hot tears once again find their way down my face.
"Please Danny! Stop this! I don't want to see anyone hurt!" I say, my voice cracking.

Soon there's a shot, and Danny is holding his leg on the ground. The guard shot Danny and is now calling for back up, an ambulance, and the requesting the cops be called. I grab the knife out of John's back pocket, and cut his ropes. He collapses to the ground, hitting his head pretty hard on the concrete. I do the same to Phil, who stands up, scooping me up in his arms. Safe and warm, in his arms. He puts me down, not letting go of me. I wiggle out of his arms as he's holding me too tight. I go over to John and pick him up. He looks fine too, no marks or anything, but I'm guessing we'll have to stay in the City longer to get a full case for the cops. As I'm lost in the happy thoughts that now make their way into my mind, I feel a hand on my ankle. I try to kick him off, but his grip tightens. Danny gets himself up, then puts his arms around my waist, locking my arms in place. He leans down and kisses my neck. The only thing that's free are my legs. I kick him with as much might as they'll allow. I feel him crumple over, but still a steal tight grip on my arms.

He realeases one of his hands, and soon I feel something sharp in my back,"One more wrong move, and you're dead baby. I'll kill you right here in front of both of these total idiots who thing you're a goddess or something. But I know better, you filthy little slut!" He sneers. I feel him run the blade up and down my back, my breath catches. I try to move free but with every move he pushes it more into my back. I sigh going limp as I give up. He kisses up and down my jaw line again. I am paralyzed, unable to move. I'm not sure if it's with fear, or with the possibility that he won't let go.