Hey Guys! I hope you guys don't think that I ditched you! Because I truly didn't. I have been working two jobs and recently went on two week camping trip. So I have been pretty busy. On my spare time I have been writing. I have been keeping the chapters offline because I wanted to get a couple out at once, but I decided to change the chapters and make them longer so now I am still technically working on the next chapter. But I figured since this one was done, that I would post this now.

Remember to read the addition made to the last chapter if you haven't already! Hopefully you guys enjoy it! It's getting closer and closer to the end but it's not done yet!

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Clare's POV

"So have you talked to the police yet?" I looked up from lying back on my bed to see Adam looking at me, waiting for an answer.

"No. Although my mom thinks it's a good idea." I sighed. "She thinks it'll help."

"I think she means well." He suggested.

"I think she's crazy." I exhaled. Adam gave me a look that showed he was sorry about how she was acting. He was currently sitting at my desk, spinning the chair around slowly. "What can you do?" I shrugged sitting up and sliding off the bed. "Let's go do something. What have you done around here?"

"Not much. Just the hotel and here really. My parents have been wanting to stay in. They are nervous about Asher and everyone still being out there." Adam explained.

"Why is he still out there?" I asked confused. "Why haven't the police gotten to them yet?"

"I don't know. They haven't really told us much." Adam shrugged.

"You guys told them where they are right?" I asked.

"Yeah. But I think they want to be strategic about everything. They don't want to scare them off and possibly lose them. I mean you know that Asher didn't start out here. I mean I was taken from Vancouver. Which is on the other side of the country." He explained.

"I guess." I exhaled. "I'll just feel better when they are caught and locked away. If I never see any of them again, it'll be too soon."

"Yeah." Adam sighed, before perking up. "So anyways, what did you have in mind for today?"

"I was thinking I could take you to 'the Dot'? It's this cafe downtown that all the teens around here hang out at. Of course we have to bring an officer with us, but I figured a little time out of the house wouldn't kill us?" I suggested.

"Sounds great. Let's go." Adam said.

As we left the house, Jake handed me his phone. Told me to check in at some point just to keep him from worrying. I hugged him before walking out the door with Adam, Derek, and Danny. As we walked to the Dot, Adam and I talked the whole way.

Derek and Danny kept their distance so they could keep an eye out but also give us our privacy. It was nice to have someone to talk to. Someone who understood everything and was just a friend. Adam is great. He's an amazing person who just happened to get caught up in all of this.

"What about Eli? Should we call him?" Adam asked, as we sat down at a table. Danny and Derek were will us but decided to sit at the bar to give us privacy.

"No. It's fine. Eli should spend more time with his family. We can let him know where we are going and if he finishes with them, he can stop by, but otherwise I want him to spend more time with them. He's been spending more time with me and less with his parents." I explained.

"It's because he cares about you. Plus, we can relate to him, and what happened while he was in there. His parents can't. It's like they live in two different worlds from each other and they need to adjust." Adam stated.

"I know. It's just that they haven't seen him for five years, and they should be able to truly get their son back." I said. "It's not like they are asking for much. Just for him to sit down and talk with them for a little while each day. They aren't even pressuring him to stay with them. Or move back to Quebec. It's just lunch."

The waiter came over and we ordered before he left to go fill our orders.

"I can relate though. I've been away for three years now. It's tough. Trying to figure out your place with your own parents. It's not something that you can really fix easily. It's like you were frozen for a time where life went on around you but you weren't there to live through it. Or to hear about it, even. It takes time to accept what has happened and move on from it." He said. "I mean, even if you were only gone for a couple weeks, didn't it take time to settle back in?"

"No." I sighed. "My mom immediately went back to her ways. Acted like I've never left. Completely started controlling everything. It wasn't hard to slip back into my old life. I mean the obvious is different and with my mom getting upset over this whole pill thing, she's obviously been on my back a lot more. Trying to control my every move—" I rambled on.

"Whoa. Whoa. Whoa. Hold on. What 'pill thing'?" Adam asked, stopping my rant.

"Oh. That." I sighed. Taking a minute to figure out how to explain it to him. Luckily our drinks came so it gave me a moment to think. "I'm sort of pregnant."

"What? When? How?" He stuttered.

"Um. It was during the placements with Fitz. He wasn't prepared and I angered him. So he didn't seem to think things through." I said looking down at my drink, playing with my straw.

"Clare. I—I didn't know." He stated.

"I know. How could you?" I shrugged.

"So what's the 'pill thing'? Are they hormones or something that she doesn't like?" He asked confused.

"Sort of. It's a pill to have an abortion. I took one yesterday at the hospital, and I am supposed to take the second one today." I explained. "And since it goes against our Christian values, she's against it, but I can't have Fitz's baby. I won't. It hurts me to even consider this but it's what I have to do. I just wish that she would understand that." I glanced down at my drink again.

"I understand it. Fitz is a horrible guy. No one would ever blame you for not keeping it after what you went through." Adam stated. "Your mom just doesn't know what you went through. So she is just looking at this from a Christian's point of view. Not a mother's."

"I know. I just don't know how much more I can take. Not after everything." I sighed.

"We'll help you get through this. Eli and I. We'll be here for you. Jake will be too, I'm guessing." Adam prompted.

"Yeah. He's literally been the only one of them. Jake is the only thing keeping me sane in that house. I don't know what I'll do if he goes back to the states for work. Eli won't be staying with me forever. I don't expect him to but I don't know if I can stay in the house if my mom doesn't change." I explained.

"Hopefully she will." Adam spoke, as our food was placed in front of us. I took out the pill, that I had grabbed before leaving the house, after the waiter had left and swallowed it.

"Well, she can't do anything now. She'll just have to accept it." I said, before beginning to eat.

We moved on to more normal topics as we ate, and the knot in my stomach was slowly easing while hanging out with Adam. It was pretty much gone as we made it back to my house.

"Clare?" I heard my name called as I entered the house. I cringed physically before I turned to see my mom standing in the living room holding the empty prescription bag that I had left in my room. I had only taken the little pill package with me.

"Yes?" I asked. I crossed my arms and stood in front of her.

"Where is it?" She asked.

"Gone." I replied, knowing what she meant.

"What do you mean gone? Did you throw it away?" She asked. I could see the slight hope that showed on her face. I could feel Adam standing behind me, but he remained silent. Danny and Derek were outside with the other two officers. Spinner and Jimmy, I think were their names.

"No." I stated. Loving the fact that I saw her face drop.

"Clare! What did you do?" She cried.

"What I had to." I shrugged, trying to keep my emotions in check.

This is something I really didn't want to deal with right now, but I was trying to handle it the best I could. However, I could feel my mood plummeting. I could feel an 'episode' coming on. Nothing would keep it away. The pills I took to keep them at bay were in the bag that I had when I was kidnapped and we haven't gotten them replaced yet. There wasn't anything I could really do, except try to control it.

"Clare. You took a life. Something that wasn't yours to take. It's a sin Clare! You have sinned!" She spoke, her voice rising.

"You have sinned too. You went through my stuff. You stole from me. All because of that stupid little pill. You don't even care what I'm going through! What I'm feeling! All you care about is everyone at church finding out what I did. How it will come back at you! How it will affect you! How can you tell me I have sinned when you have sinned too?" I argued.

"The lord works in ways that you simply don't understand. He will forgive my faults because I have good intentions. I am trying to save you from committing a sin against him. He understands." She explained, acting like she truly believed what she was saying.

"Oh." I chuckled humorlessly. "I didn't know you were talking to him. Next time you talk to him be sure to mention that I would like to have a word."

"Clare. Don't you dare patronize me!" She scolded.

"I'm so sorry, mother. I had no intention of that." I sneered. "But I guess I'm going to hell anyways. And since the road to Hell is paved with 'good intentions', I'll see you there?"

"Clare Diane. You will not treat me this way. Since you have decided to go through with this atrocity, then I have no choice but to kick you out. You are no longer welcome in this home. We are devote Christians here. We do not need a sinner amongst us." She spoke. There was a 'holier than thou' edge to her voice.

"Fine." I shrugged. "Why would I want to stay here anyway? You with your twists views on religion and marriage? God knows that I would want to get out of here." That was when she slapped me.

"Don't you ever say his name again!" She shrieked. I just stood there stunned. I've been hit before. By Fitz. By K.C.. Never by my mother. This was the final straw with the episode that was threatening to overtake me. I needed to leave. Now.

Without saying another word, I walked quickly to the door before I ran.