I've been in hiding for a little over a week at this point. I had somehow managed to fall asleep in the back of Carter's truck. When I woke up, we were parked in front of this cabin, that was in the middle of nowhere.

Carter's having to force me to eat. I have no appetite. Every time I'm closing my eyes, all I can see if what happened that night. Just thinking about it will send chills down my spine.

"Phoenix, get up," Elliot said, shaking me awake.

"Hmm?" I hummed out, trying to keep my eyes open.

I was now in my third trimester of my pregnancy. For the most part, Elliot hasn't asked me for much. He's mainly been keeping locked up in his room.

"Get up. Now," he said, this time his voice firmer.

I sat up in bed, throwing my messy hair up into a bun. I looked over at Elliot, waiting for him to explain to me what he wanted.

"Follow me," he said as he walked over to the door of his room.

I pulled the covers off of me, following him as fast as I could. My stomach was a lot bigger than it used to be, so I wasn't able to move as fast as I used to. I followed him down a hallway before we entered a room, which I'm guessing was his office.

"Take a seat behind the desk. I need help with some of this paperwork," he said, pulling out the chair for me.

I took a seat as I scooted closer to the desk, waiting for him to tell me what to do.

"Just put my initials on the highlighted parts," he said before he left the room, leaving me alone.

Elliot had taught me how to fake his signature, so I spent a lot of time doing paperwork for him. I wasn't sure what was I was signing for him, but I had a feeling it wasn't legal, whatever it was.

Sighing, I looked around the desk trying to find a blue ink pen. Elliot only signed with blue ink pens. When I couldn't find one on top of the desk, I reached down, opening one of the drawers.

I moved my hand to reach for one of the pens when something very familiar caught my attention. My billfold. The one I had lost months ago was sitting in his drawer. I picked it up, opening it up to see all of my belongings were still in there.

So he had this the whole time, but why? I put the billfold down and moved onto the next item that caught my attention. It was pictures of my ex Shane, pictures of the two of us together, pictures of our place, his car. I kept flipping through the pictures until I came to one that made me sick to my very core.

It was pictures of Shane dead. It looked almost as if he had been tortured. He had bruises and wounds covering his pale body. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes. With a shaky hand I turned over the pictures to see they all had dates on them.

Every picture of Shane when he was dead was dated March Fourth. My heart stopped when realization hit me. That was the day that I found Shaun and them dumping the body in the woods. My blood ran cold when I flipped the pictures back over to see that Shane was wrapped in a black tarp.

The same black tarp that the body from that day was in. I looked at the background of the pictures, realizing that that was the woods behind my house.

Oh God. I thought as I dropped the pictures. Looking down, I saw Shane's phone was also in the drawer. I quickly grabbed it, holding down the power button, praying that it would turn on.

Please, please turn on, I begged with it as the screen lit up. Once the phone was fully on, I went straight to the dial pad. I had managed to dial the nine and one before the phone was snatched out of my hands. I spun around to see a very angry Elliott standing behind me.

"I asked you to do one thing, and I come back in here to see you snooping around," he yelled out, causing me to flinch from the tone he was using.

I grabbed one of the pictures of Shane and slammed it against his chest.

"What did you do to Shane?" I signed as tears fell down my face.

I know me and Shane weren't the best couple. We had our issues we fought a lot and broke up a lot, but I still loved him. We had our good times, we had a lot of history together.

Elliott looked at the picture, as his facial expression went from pissed to extremely furious.

"You little bitch," Elliott yelled out, raised his right hand, as he slapped me.

I staggered back until I made contact with the desk behind me. He reached forward, grabbing a fist full of my hair, yanking my head back, making sure I was looking at him.

"How dare you bring that traitor up to me?"

Traitor?

What did he mean by traitor?

"Shane used to be one of my men. He was as close to me as Shaun is. Then one day he just up and disappeared along with a few couple grand of my money. When I finally found him, he was with you, the girl I had been looking for since that night we spent together. Not only did he betray me, but then he goes and takes you as well. I couldn't just sit back and watch that happen, so I took matters into my own hands, and I took care of the problem," Elliott said.

My eyes widened at his words. How could he do this?

Tears continued to stream down my face as his grip on my hair tightened. I let out a sob as he stared down at me with cold, almost lifeless eyes. I breathed in a shaky breath as I brought my leg up, kneeing him in the groin as hard as I could.

Elliott groaned out in pain as he let go of my hair as his hands cupped his groin. I quickly moved away from him as I ran over to the door of his office. I grabbed a hold of the door knob, turning it only to find the door was locked.

I frantically looked for the lock on the door, not being able to find it.

"Looking for this, sweetheart," Elliott said.

I turned around to see him standing behind me, holding a key up, letting it dangle from his index finger. I moved away from the door, each step I took he followed. There was a window behind his desk. Maybe if I could get to it, I could get out.

"We're on the third floor, so there's no point in going to the window," Elliott said, causing me to stop in my track.

How? How did he know?

Elliott reached behind him, pulling a gun out of the waist band of his pants, pointing it at me.

"Now come here," he said through gritted teeth.

I shook my head no. I knew there was a chance that this could piss him off more, but I didn't care at the moment. There was no way I was going to him with a gun in his hand.

He let out an irritated sigh as he cocked back the gun, as his finger pulled the trigger. The bullet flew past me as it hit the picture frame that was right beside me. I stood there in shock as I slowly turned my head to the side to see the picture now had a hole through it.

I turned back towards Elliott to see him staring at me.

"I'm not going to tell you again," he said, pointing the gun at my stomach this time.

I wrapped my arms around my stomach as I slowly walked over to him. Once I was close enough, he grabbed me by my arm, yanking me towards him.

I cried out in pain at the tightness of his grip. He moved closer to me until our faces were only an inch apart.

"You're gonna learn to listen to me one way or another, Phoenix."

I whimpered as his grip tightened around my arm.

"I expect an apology from you."

"I'm sorry," I signed with a shaky hand.

"That's better."

"Phoenix, it's time to eat," Carter said, drawing me from my thoughts.

I turned to see Carter standing in the doorway of my room. Sighing, I stood from the bed, walking over to where he was at.

"You're not going to give me trouble today, are you?" He asked.

I shook my head no as he smiled at me. Carter is a really good guy. He's been so nice to me and unlike Elliott, he actually means it. I followed him out of the rooms, walking down the hall until we reached the kitchen area.

"Here," he said as he pulled a chair out for me.

"Thank you," I signed as he helped me into my seat.

"Thank you?" He asked.

Carter had asked me to try to teach him sign language. He said something about it had to be easier to learn sign language than it was to keep me in supply of paper so I could talk to him.

I nodded my head yes as he smiled. Carter placed a plate of food in front of me, as well as a glass of sweet tea. Sweet tea has been a craving for mine, that and popcorn for some reason.

"How are you feeling today?"

"I'm ok, and you?" I asked.

"I'm good. Tired though."

I recently learned that Carter had really severe insomnia. So he didn't get to sleep much and when he did, it wasn't for long.

Carter and I ate our lunch, chit chatting here and there. Once we were done, I went back to my room. Ever since I hit my eighth month, I've been so sleepy feeling. It's been almost impossible to stay awake. I sat down on the bed, rubbing my stomach. I'm surprised I'm able to get any sleep with how much the baby has been moving.

Sighing, I leaned back against the head board. I went to go pick up my book I was currently reading when I noticed the note that Shaun had given me that night.

I can't believe I had forgotten about it. Shaun's called out here once so far to check on us, he couldn't talk for long be at least he called. I grabbed the note, unfolding it as I began to read it.

'I'm helping the cops.'

My eyes widened as I stared at the note, re-reading it over and over again.

'I can't go into detail's, but as soon as you read this call this number. Make sure to get rid of this, the sooner the better.'

I reached over to grab the burner phone that Carter had given me. It was untraceable, so that's why he gave it to me. I hesitantly dialed the number, bringing the phone to my ear. I wasn't sure how I was supposed to talk to this person, but if Shaun said to do it, then that's what I was going to do.

"Hello?" a voice asked from the other line.

I couldn't recognize the voice on the other end. It sounded like it may belong to an older man.

"Who's there?" He asked.

I let out a sigh as my frustration grew. I wish I could say something or even ask him something.

"Phoenix, is that you?"

I gasped when I heard him say my name. How the hell did he know who I was?

"I'll take that as a yes," he said, letting out a small chuckle.

"Hmm," I hummed out.

"Shaun said I might hear from you, but I didn't believe him."

The line went quiet before he spoke again.

"You must be quite confused right now."

"Mhm."

"I guess I should introduce myself. My name is Sam. I'm Elliott's father," he said, causing my eyes to widen.

No way. There's no way. I mean, I heard Shaun talk about him a few times but I just kind of figured that he was dead.

"We have a lot to talk about, dear," he said.

That we do, I thought to myself.