I woke up again, zip tied. I felt something in my hands. It was a sleek guitar. A silver guitar. My hands ached for it, but a shock was delivered every moment I touched a string.

"Now listen to me, Josh Ramsay. Once you confess I will quit my torture of you. I'm just making sure you look like you if I have to kill you. Zane Harlow Ransay never existed. If you confess you can keep Ariana your precious daughter and go home to where you belong." The blonde man smirked.

"Why are you forcibly dying my hair; piercing me? Is it for your own sick need? Let me go and I'll give you money. A hundred thousand dollars." I said.

"Perfect timing," he replied and undid the zip ties. "Now prove you're not lying. I want you to play the first song you ever wrote for MT."

I started strumming and the words came to me and he crudely smirked.

He'd toetured and hurt me. Into who I I was running from. He let me leave and everything.

"I want you to phone this guy, and wire that money and proof you are returning to Canada as Josh Ramsay, or I will kill you and Ariana both. Take Ariana and leave the country before Saturday." He said and I toon the number in my hand.

First thing I did was call the police, to arrest the guy. Then I went back to the apartment and packed, my face still pale as it once was. I would fix my hair when I was back in Vancouver.

I bundled up Ariana in her blanket, left money on the counter with a note for Celestia, submitted my name change papers and they were instantly processed. At the airport the press was going nuts but I hid in my hoodie with Ariana.

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