That Tuesday, on April 30, I got home from taking Kaely to school. Dax was at the door, barking. I took him for a walk around this time every once in a while. I decided to take him, but I had to get something first.

I always took my gun when I walked around, just in case something happened. I need Chloe to do the same, after I teach her how to use it, and safely. I will need her to keep one somewhere in the house too.

I put the gun in my holster, and after putting shoes on, I grabbed Dax's leash. I put it on him, then took him outside.

We began walking around. We walked into town and walked past Oliver Thomas's house. Just a few blocks down, we approached Trenton's flat. I glared. Dax started barking crazily. Did he know something? Smell something? I crouched down to his height and asked, "what is it, Dax?"

He pulled me somewhere, behind the flats. He sniffed around as I watched. He took me to a spot of grass. I placed my foot where he was sniffing, and grass fell through. It was like a secret underground tunnel. What?

I pushed a lot of other grass through, all the same tunnel. There were stairs, though.. Maybe there had been a building there before, and the basement was left? I went down the stairs, my hand on my holster, not knowing what would happen. Dax ran down the stairs before me. He barked as loud as he could. I heard a voice as well. Oh my god..

As I got to the end of the stairs, I turned to the left. After taking a few steps, I made my way into a large room. I pulled out my gun and held it at my side.

I saw Chloe. A blindfold on, mouth duct-taped, hands tied to the chair, legs tied to the legs of the chair. She was flopping her body around wildly, wanting to know what was going on. She could tell Dax was down here. I heard a voice from behind me.

"Ashton... Nice to see you again," he laughed. It was Trenton. I turned to face him. I pointed the gun at him. He raised his hands.

"Oh, I surrender..." He joked and laughed. He made his way towards Chloe, getting his own gun out.

He started, "If you don't put that gun down, I'll kil-"

I shot his arm. He dropped the gun, grabbing his arm in pain. I ran to Chloe. I took her blindfold off, the duct tape off, and began to untie her.

"Baby, I've missed you so much," I told her.

"I've been so worried," I added.

She turned her head from me. She wasn't talking to me. She was still mad at me. I didn't blame her. If I saw photos of her with another guy (that she was willingly with), I would've been mad too.

"I need to hear your voice, Chlo.." I whispered. Trenton screamed in pain behind me.

"Those pictures were fake," I mentioned. Her head snapped back towards me.

"Kristen told me." Her head cocked to he side, her eyebrows raising.

"She came for her birthday a few days ago," I explained. She nodded. She wouldn't talk to me.

"Baby, why aren't you talking?" I asked as I finished the last knot. She got up and ran across the room.

I shook my head, confused. I looked back at Trenton on the floor. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and dialed 000.

"Don't worry. I haven't forgotten about you," I told him right before I talked to the cops.

"I didn't do anything to her, I swear," he told me as I hung up.

"You kidnapped her. You threatened to kill her. You tied her up. I bet you raped her. You've probably raped her before, haven't you? When Jacob had her locked up? She told me you were there. I didn't put two and two together until now. You're in big trouble..." I laughed.

"You're the one that shot me in the arm."

"To protect my fiancé!" I exclaimed. He was being difficult, even when in pain.

"You could still get in trouble."

"I was defending her. You would've hurt one of us or both of us if I wouldn't have done that."

"I still could hurt you," he fiddled around for his gun lying in front of him on the ground.

"No you couldn't!" I yelled back after grabbing the gun, running up the stairs.

At the top, I found Chloe sitting with Dax beside her. She was crying onto Dax while petting him.

"Baby... Why are you so mad at me?" I asked. She kept crying, ignoring me.

"I miss your voice.. So much," I told her, "and I promise.. Those pictures were photoshopped. I've never even met that girl." She still didn't answer.

"I mean, look. You can tell she's not right there beside me. Oh! And isn't that picture of me at my neighbor's house?" I looked at the pictures, "I think it is!"

I showed her, and she cried harder. She stood up so she was my height, a few stairs above me. She leaned in and kissed me. I missed that. The taste of her lips on mine.

"I love you," I whispered breathily.

She finally spoke, "I love you too."

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Later, after arriving home, she looked around like she hadn't been home for years. She started crying softly, and I hugged her. She had been through so much this past week and a half.

She then ran upstairs. I put the gun away, in its case, and went up after her. I found her in the bathroom, sitting on top of the toilet seat.

"What's wrong, Chloe?" I looked at her.

"I can't.."

"You can't what?"

"I want to shower, but I just can't take my clothes off," she breathed heavily. She was scared.

"Don't be scared... It's okay. You're not with him anymore. I'm here with you. Trenton or anyone else can't hurt you."

"I still can't bring myself to do it."

"If you can't take your clothes off, I'll take them off for you," I smirked at her, getting closer.

She smirked for a second, but stopped, "that would just make it worse.. I'm sorry, Ash.."

"No, I understand."

"I'll be fine," she told me.

"I'll let you go. I'll be downstairs. You can shower and get different clothes on," I told her. She's most likely had the same clothes on for the past eleven days.

I sat in the room, on her bed, for a minute. I then made my way downstairs and into the living room. I was so glad to have her back. I had missed her. She was now with me, safe. She wasn't mad anymore, either.

*Chloe's POV*

After getting out of the shower, I walked into my room. I got a shirt out of my closet. Even doing that felt weird. I grabbed a shirt that went with a skirt that I wanted to wear. I pulled the skirt out of my drawer. I opened another drawer, and grabbed a thong out of my very limited variety to choose from: two. I grabbed the one that matched one of my lace bras, and put both on. I then got the skirt and top and put them on over it.

The skirt came down no farther than mid-thigh. I walked downstairs and over to Ashton. He looked up at me, then smiled brightly.

"I called your parents," he told me, "they're coming over in a half hour to see you."

"I miss them. I miss Kaely as well. I can't wait until she gets off from school."

"She's missed you too."

I sat down beside him. He grabbed ahold of my hand. His cold lips met my neck, leaving many kisses up it and to my jawbone.

He grabbed my neck, pulling my face towards his. Our lips moved together, as if they were meant for each other.

"Chloe.. What happened with Trenton? Like, w-what did he do to you?" He asked worriedly.

"Don't worry about that," I began to get on top of him, "I'm just thinking about what you are going to do to me.."