You again |mpreg|

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A/n: 3 more chapters till the end(:
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The cracking sound, I realized...was my phone! A rush of excitement went through me, as I reached down slowly and carefully, I didn't want the chains to make any noises, I didn't know who was out there and I most definitely didn't want to find out. As I retrieved the phone from my pocket, I saw that I'd gotten several messages from both Vic and Justin. A single tear strolled down my face when I saw the last message that Jenna had ever sent me. Unlocking my phone, I quickly went to the phone app and I was faded with a major descision.

Should I call Vic, Justin, my parents, or the cops?

I sighed quietly, and made my decision. I texted Vic a quick long paragraph about everything and then shortly after, I called the police.

"9-11, what's you're emergency?"

I literally wanted to faint at the ray of Hope that went through me as I got the puny idea of being rescued, "I've been kidnapped and I don't know what to do. These guys...they look really scary and I think something illegal might be going on because one of them threatened to sell me into human trafficking- they...they killed my friend Jenna and- th-they tied me up in chains and-"

"Okay, sir. Slow down, do you know the location that you're in currently, or where you drugged in any manner?"

I rolled my eyes, "n-no!" I exclaimed, my lips shuddering, "I was in New York when they kidnapped me, and then they knocked me out and I ended up here."

"Alright, that's all we need. We'll track this number-"

But the line suddenly went dead and I flinched as a bullet went right through the screen and it shattered into pieces. I held in my sobs and screams as a different guy walked through the door this time. I couldn't see his face but I did see that he had a small pistol gun and rope in the other hand.

I backed away in fear when he hovered over me. He didn't say a word, but he unlocked the handcuffs and violently yanked my wrists and tied them into the rope that singed my skin. He then held the gun at my side, all the while walking me out of the door.

I was aware of my own heartbeat as we walked thorough the narrow hallway. Wherever I was, it looked nothing like a house. The walls where black and the flooring a smoky coal color. There were blood on the walls and girfitti plastered amongst them as well. The guy chuckled, "if you don't speak up soon, you're going to die. I hope you know that."

"I don't know anything!" I blurted out. The guy then stopped in his tracks, and met a glaring eye contact with me.

"Don't speak unless you're asked to speak, got it?" He told me menacingly, as he played with the gun, "I've been trained to kill. I've killed children, women, men, old people...you name it. And I will not feel a single drop of sympathy if I decide to kill you. Pregnant, or not. So the next time you decide to outburst at me...or one of the guys here, you better bite your lip and hope you'll be going to heaven, as you die in our presence."

I was biting the inside of my cheek so hard that I'm sure that I almost drew blood. I trembled as he smirked and got closer to me. I was close to choking as he put his strong hand around my neck and kissed me on my neck. I hate this moment so much. It didn't feel right at all, I felt like I was cheating on Vic. I felt so helpless and useless. Tears started strolling down my face as he pulled away from my neck, "for a pregnant guy...you're kinda hot. Let's say I kill the baby and we just fuck tomorrow?"

But that was it, the last straw. He grinded his power half into me and I groaned in revulsion as my body reacted. I hated myself so much for that, I wanted nothing to do with this disgusting piece of shit and I hated how I felt my lower body reacting to his molestation.
With anger welling up inside of me, I shoved him as hard as I could and watched as he landed on his back. I then kicked him in his stomach, and quickly broke free of the rope which held my wrists, and I took the pistol and began to run down the hallway.

I heard someone shout at me and that's when I ran even faster. My feet were hurting and I couldn't do it anymore, and quickly I opened a random door and rushed inside , shutting it after me.

I breathed in an out, as I caught my breath. My forehead was sweaty and I saw the reddish rings around my wrists and the skin on my fingers that were bruised. I was about to get back up, when I heard someone choking?

"H-help..." The person whispered in a helpless voice. I couldn't see who, or recognize the person since the room was dark. I then carefully took my broken phone out of my pocket, where I left it, and turned on my flashlight. Glass went through my fingers hurtfully as they hovered against the broken-like surface, but I didn't care.

The light was dim and my hands shook as I moved towards the horrible sound of violent begging.

When I approached the person, I was so close to throwing my phone and breaking down and crying. I hyperventilated as I saw Vic's hands nailed to the wall. His body was bruised and bloodied, and I saw the blood leaking from both his hands each time he squirmed. He then looked up at me, and gave me a dead facial expression, "-k-kell," he croaked, but his head dropped lifelessly. I rushed over to him, and yanked the nails out of his hands. He then fell from the wall as if he were dead.
I started crying, "Vic...no...no...no, this isn't happening.." I said softly in sorrow, "you're- you're not dead...wake up, come one, come on!"
I then took his face in my hands and kissed his lips one last time. I caresses his hair and wiped some of the blood and sweat from his forehead. I then cried some more, "I hate you people!" I shrieked, "I fucking hate you all!" I wept.

My crying had died down and by now it was replaced with the feeling of numbness. It was a dead silence, the type of silence there was when you knew that something wasn't living anymore. I never let go of Vic's body, I wrapped his arm around me like he always did and buried my face into his arms. I didn't want to cry anymore but my voice and mentality wouldn't let me. I then sat up, when I saw his eyelashes flutter.

"Vic?" I questioned, as he opened his eyes slowly and carefully. I was about to ask something else, but I was cut off my him kissing me. It wasn't fake, loving, or rushed. He kissed me in hunger, he kissed me in such a sensual and passionate way and I responded with all the same emotions. Vic held me close and made me feel whole, he made me feel like I wasn't a lost puzzle piece, he made me feel complete.

"I love you," I said to him, "I love you so much...and I'm sorry for everything. I'm sorry for getting so upset at you. And  sorry for not listening to you when you told me to leave-"

"No," he spoke, as he sat up carefully and exhaled, "none of this is your fault. You shouldn't be apologizing for anything. I should have been honest with you and I should have appreciated you more. I should have spent more time with you, Kellin. You're beautiful and I love everything about you. Those words that I told you at the restaurant were all lies and it hurt me when I said them. You're in this situation because my family has been involved with drugs for years now and they owe this gang a million dollars since their weed that they sold them was laced. Kellin, I've Ben dragged into this mess because of my father, and I've had nothing to do with it. I've never done drugs, baby I'd never put you in danger. I love you so much and I know that I've fucked up a lot, but we're meant to be together, I feel it. I could never not want you anymore, it's going to be alright, I love you and I'll never leave your side. I promise. And insist break it this time, I swear with all my heart until I die, and if there's an afterlife after that, I'll love you then. I want to be here for our baby, and I want to marry you, Kellin Quinn Bostwick. So will you?"