Hey guys. I am actually psyched that I got this done so close to the last update but it is short. I must tell you that. I couldn't go into too much detail for this chapter because I didn't want to reveal too much. I promise I will reveal all details to Clare's past very very soon! I hope you enjoy this chapter! I will be working on the next one now, and hopefully I will be able to get it uploaded soon!

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Clare's POV

I leaned against Adam's arm, and closed my eyes. My nerves were on edge, and I didn't know how to calm them. I was freaking out inside about where Eli was, and I wasn't completely sure that I wanted to know. Some things, particularly questions, are better off left unanswered. Unfortunately, luck is never on my side. The door opens and Eli comes walking through it. He shuts and locks the door behind him and walks over to us.

"Hey." He sighed, sliding against the wall.

"Hey." I muttered. I really wanted to ask where he'd been but I kept my mouth shut. Fortunately, Adam spoke up.

"What happened?" He asked.

"Nothing. I had to help with one of the placement rooms. They have apparently decided to add another one. And you know what that means." Eli stated, before trailing off.

"Great. Like we need more people in here. We have enough already." Adam sighed.

"What? How many? When?" I asked, spur of the moment. I thought I was able to control my mouth, apparently not.

"No idea. Most likely within the next few days and usually when a room gets cleared out it's around two or three people." Eli replied. I nodded, afraid of what I would say next.

"Do you know where the pick-up will be?" Adam asked.

"From what I heard it was going to be local this time. I don't know if they have an exact target yet though. It could be random again for all I know." He said.

"Wait. They actually have specific targets sometimes? I thought we were all random." I asked.

Eli looked hesitant to respond but Adam spoke up.

"Just tell her. I promised her no more secrets." Adam sighed.

"Sometimes—" Eli began. "Sometimes, they have specific targets based on household funds. Where they have teenagers become targets specifically because of the amount of money their parents have. So they can hold a ransom over their heads, and most will pay in the hope that they will get their children back. Unfortunately, they never do. The parents pay but we never leave."

"And you just go along with it?" I snapped.

"No. Of course not. It's not like I'm involved." He replied confused by my outburst.

"Oh, so you aren't driving the getaway car?" I retorted.

"I meant with the decision making. What are you talking about?" Eli asked. He was definitely taken back by the question. He looked to Adam for help.

"Adam told me that you drive the van! When they go pick up kids!" I argued.

"Adam! What the fuck!" Eli growled.

"Don't get mad at him!" I snapped. My mind was reeling.

I was ticked off that he was involved, obviously he couldn't control it, but I still didn't like it. He could have easily been involved in taking me, but he wasn't. That didn't change anything though. He was still involved with other kidnappings, and could be in the future. I could feel my anxiety acting up again. I didn't want another panic attack. I was doing so well with them. Now I get two within a few days? I mean granted it isn't exactly the most normal of circumstances but still.

"Clare?" Adam called. I felt a hand on my shoulder but I wretched my shoulder away. I knew it was Adam but something sounded off about his voice. My eyes were closed and I needed to calm down, but something was different—wrong—about his voice. It sounded familiar. And that terrified me. "Clare?" Adam tried again. His voice sounded contorted this time. Something not human. Something that made want to run screaming but at the same time made me frozen in fear. I really didn't know what was going on. My panic attacks never happened like this before. "Clare? Are you okay?"

"Don't touch me." I growled, as someone put their hand on me again. My mind was flashing images. Painful images. Terrifying images of that day. The last thing I saw before darkness overtook me, was K.C.'s twisted smile staring down at me.