Suffocation and fear. That's what I felt and have been feeling for the past two days.

After Carlos brought me to the car that awaited us, he drove out of the city and as soon as we did, he had pulled over into a secluded area and bound my hands and feet and made me lay down in the back of the car. As if that wasn't enough, he had placed a cloth bag over my head. I didn't know how long we had been driving for, but when we finally stopped, he dragged me out of the car and walked a few steps. I knew we were in some type of building, but that's as much as I was able to tell. When he finally removed the bag from my head, I noticed we were in a small dirty room with the only thing in there was a worn out-stained bed. There was a small window with metal bars, off to one side of room. But that was about all. And in this room is where I had been kept for two days.

The air around was filled with the smell of must and something else I can not describe, but it was awful. I wanted to so badly open the window and take a breath of fresh air, but it was impossible. The window, was kept locked, so it would be a job on it's on to try and get it opened. Then, their was the fact that I was handcuffed to the bed.

It was all just awful.

I wanted to go home, to have Alex hold me and tell me everything was all just a dream and I would wake up any minute. But the more time that past, I knew this was all real. This made me worry even more, not for me, but my unborn baby boy. I couldn't stop worrying about how all of this was affecting him. I tried so hard to stay calm and not stress out, but it was so damn hard. Especially, when Carlos and Mr. Jacobs would come in.

Mr.Jacobs.

That bastard. I have never hated someone so much in my life like I do him. The morning after Carlos brought me here, Mr.Jacobs showed up. At first I wasn't sure what to think of this, but once he told me what he was planning, that was when the hate came in. At first he just mocked me, telling me everything he was planning to do to me and my baby. He told me how he was going to get rid of us, then when he got what he wanted from Alexandro; he was going to kill him too.

When I retaliated by telling him that he was full of shit and that Alex would find me and kill him, I was met by a slap to the face. Force was enough to split my lip, and leave a bruise. After that, he just walked out not saying another word.

Carlos had returned later that day with some food and water. He had tried to help with my split lip, but I had pushed him away and told him he was a traitor and no better than Mr.Jacobs.

I ended up crying myself to sleep that night.

Now here I sat on this creaky old bed, staring at the wall in front of me while I slowly rubbed my stomach. I looked at the mold building up on the corners of the wall. It wall all there was to do, besides hoping Alexandro would find me and the baby soon. Thinking about him, made silent tears slowly glide down my cheeks. I didn't know how much more I could take, but I have to be strong for my baby.

An hour or two -Who know,honestly- I heard the sound of the door being unlocked. Looking over, I see Carlos come in with a tray of food, before closing the door behind him. He walks towards the bed, making me back away as far as I could from him. Placing the tray on the bed he turn to me, "Eat."

My eyes look from him to the food a few time, before I tentatively reach out for a piece of bread and begin to eat it slowly. Carlos just stands by the window while I eat. I didn't know why he would do something like this. I always considered him a friend. Heck, he was Lukas best friend. Never in a million years would I have thought he would end up kidnapping me and plan on killing me. I just didn't see what his motive is.

"Why?" My voice sounded hoarse and was quiet, but loud enough that he still heard. I was not planning on asking, but it just came out.

He looked over at me and stayed quiet, observing me. I didn't think he would answer, but he did. "Why do many people do things,Marie? Or better yet, what for?"I honestly didn't know. I was so confused and tired, why did he have to answer my question with another.Taking in my silence as me not having a clue, he continued to talk. "Money, Marie. Money... I did it for money. Though, at first, I didn't for it. But you want to know what made me care so much for it?"

"What?" I quietly asked, forgetting about the food. I wanted to know.

"Another thing people do many things for... love. Love and rejection..." he remained quiet. Turning to look out the window, he placed his hands in the pocket of his jeans, getting a distant look upon his face. "Knowing that the person you love will never love you the same way and never know just how much you love them, is enough rejection to drive someone to look for happiness somewhere else. And money is where I found some happiness. If I have enough money, then I can get the hell out of here and avoid having my heart constantly hurt. Plus, I'll have enough to just spent on anything I want."

Who could he possibly love that would make him go to these lengths. Why couldn't he just find another way, find someone else? Why not just tell that person how he really felt? I just couldn't how Carlos doing something like this was going to fix anything in his life.

The room felt into a silence. I didn't ask or say anything else. I continued to eat the food provided to me. Though, many things kept running through my head, but I tried my best to silence them as well.

Once in awhile I would look up at Carlos, and see him in the same position. Hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall just staring out the window. He seemed lost in thought. I wanted to take a guess and say that he was probably thinking about what he had confessed to me. After a while, he stood up straight, and made his way over to the bed. I took the last drink of water from the cup and placed it on the tray, knowing he was going to be leaving with it.

"I'll be back in a few minutes or hour to let you use the bathroom," he muttered, standing up straight again with the tray now in his hands. He walked towards the door and opened it.

Before he could walk out I just needed to know who he loved. So, I called out, "Who is it?"

He stopped, but never turned to me. Like all other times, he was silent. And right before walking out the door and locking it behind him, he said the person's name,

"Lukas."

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A/N:

So I just want to say that chapter from her on out will most likely be in 3rd POV. I might have just another one on Marie's POV, but it is not certain. The reason as to why the chapters will become 3rd person is because I find it easier to do it like that than have many individuals' POV's and it is also so much easier for me to explain and get things across. Plus, the story will be coming to an end. It is in it's last chapters.

Hope you guys liked the chapter and if you have any questions feel free to ask.