This chapter is dedicated to the lovely SmilingHearts , thanks for all the generous support. I hope I did justice even though I had to rewrite the whole chapter which I accidentally deleted. <3

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Shona

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The soul is healed by being with children.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky

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My heart pounders hard in my chest. I feel suffocated and pant for breath. I sit with my hands as supports on the floor while I feel nauseated and can vomit any minute.

How on earth do someone manage to end up in front of a stupid gun two times in a single day? Just my luck! The gun is pushed to my back and I shake vigorously now.

What should I do? I don't even have the energy to fight back. I feel my body turn cold as another shiver finds its way through my body.

"I said hands up!" I hear the unfamiliar voice repeat.

Wait a minute. My eyes widens in realization. This can't be true? It can't be? How on earth? My ears must be playing a game with me. I turn around slowly and gasp seeing the petite little figure in front of me. My right hand automatically reaches my mouth.

My guess was right. The voice could not possibly belong to an adult. How is it possible? How can a small boy even be placed in this house? Where did he even come from? I didn't hear the door.

The small boy realizes that I won't be acting upon his tune and hesitantly takes a few steps back. He actually looks a bit scared now. I look at his hand perplexed. Is it a toy or a real one? Curiosity takes over me and I want to know more about him.

"Hello there, what is your name?" I ask him with a gentle smile plastered.

He shines up and his blue eyes twinkles in amusement. "My name is Adam." He answers and tilt his head to the right. "What is your name?" He asks me with curiosity evident all over him.

He is just such a cute piece with the most adorable chubby cheeks! Adams eyes share the same shade of blue as the terrorist and he have golden brown hair.

Adam have a pair of black trousers on with the same dark colored t-shirt. Why not some bright colors matching his tender age and bubbly personality?

I analyze him and try to understand what he is doing here. "My name is Sana. How old are you Adam?" He might be around four years old.

He smiles cutely. "I am five." He answers and shows me his right hand with his five fingers stretched.

I slightly laugh at his cuteness. I can't keep myself away from asking the one question that lingers on my mind.

I actually dread for the answer."Were you here the whole day, alone?" I whisper and wait patiently for an answer.

No child in this tender age should be left alone. No child!

Adams facial expression changes and he seem hurt. "No, I was with my uncles but they left after lunch. So I was alone after that." He enlightens me and a set of fresh tears rolls down my cheeks.

How can someone be so cruel? He is just a child. This place is not even safe for him. I mean Adam was in a woodland all by himself for so many hours, oh gosh.

My hands automatically reaches for him and I signal him to come over to me. He looks at my hands as if thinking what to do and seem puzzled. He looks up at me and puts the gun down beside him with a clang.

Walking over to me he starts to wipe away my tears with his bare hands. I keep my hands on his sides and let him comfort me.

"Uncle says it is bad to cry. Only weak people cry. You aren't weak are you?" Adam says looking at me with his innocent eyes.

Feeling emotional I pull him into a hug and cry my heart out. How can he teach a child that crying is bad? How can he possibly live with himself by knowing that he is ruining a innocent life? I just hope Adam is strong enough to carve his own path in life. I breathe heavily and try to compose myself while Adam pats my back.

He have his head rested on my shoulder. "So Adam, I guess you never cry?" I ask him now while sniffing.

Adam sighs. "No, I don't cry as uncle doesn't like it." He takes a pause. "But I sometimes do cry when I am alone and it is dark. I am scared of the dark." He explain to me and my heart breaks into a thousand pieces.

I can't believe this small innocent boy have to live with that monster. My eyes gets blurry and tears streams down my cheeks again. How did he get his hands on this precious little child? He have no right to snatch away Adams childhood.

"What's going on here?" His harsh voice snaps me out and my eyes meets his cold gaze.

He is standing beside the staircase. To my disappointment Adam pulls away from my hug and before he can walk away I keep my hands firmly around his waist.

"She was crying so I told her to not cry." Adam informs the terrorist and he looks at me appealed.

I make Adam sit down on my lap. The terrorist start to walk over to us which almost gives me a heart attack. My eyes widens. My mobile!

Remembering my mobile I start to feel suffocated. I realize that I must have dropped it while I fell. God, please don't let him find it. Without it I won't be able to get out of this mess. Not thinking straight I push myself back with Adam in my lap. Please let me feel it behind me.

The terrorist looks at me confused. "What are you doing?" He asks me with furrowed eyebrows.

"Trying to get away from you." I say as calm as I can and remember to not snap at him.

Adam starts to giggle and my lips forms a smile seeing Adam amused, even though my heart is harshly pumping. He gets closer now, crap. I push back again and can't feel the damn mobile.

The terrorists eyes turns dark while his steps gets quicker. Crap, crap, please no. I push back a last time to feel a hard edge, bingo!

I sigh in relief as the terrorist bends down and grabs Adam. I stubbornly hold on to Adams waist and the terrorists arms accidently touches mine. Disgusting. I let go of Adam as I don't want him to get hurt in the process. The other reason is that the terrorists glares are one of a kind. They are intimidating and if looks could kill, I would have been dead by now.

He walks with Adam in his arms and bends down to pick up the gun. "What have I told you about playing with my things?" The terrorist asks Adam.

I look at him startled while he places the gun in his belt behind him. I struggle for breath. It was a real gun? Adam looks ashamed.

"I am sorry." Adam whispers while they walk over to the stairs.

"It is ok, don't worry your time will also come." The terrorist says and my stomach forms hard knots. "And what have I told you about speaking to strangers without my permission?" He asks now and Adam sulks with his head down.

He kisses Adams cheek. "She seemed nice." Adam whispers and my heart yearn for the innocent child.

Adam should not be with that monster. "Stay away from her." He orders calmly and Adam nods while they walk up the stairs.

I frown feeling offended. Stay away from me? If it is anyone Adam should be staying away from is him! I wait till I can't hear them anymore and stretch my hand towards my mobile while keeping my gaze fixed at the staircase.

A huge grin spreads through my face seeing my mobile on. Unlocking it with my password I wait for the network to sync in. I feel so relived and at the same time on edge.

I hope the ice cold man doesn't catch me red handed. I place myself beside the kitchen door. My head and back rests on the door while my arms rests on my pulled up knees in front of me. I sigh while waiting for my mobile to gain network.

I keep waiting and waiting and waiting to realize that there is no network around here. My eyes well up. How stupid can I get? I am stuck in a forest. How could I even think that I would be having any network? My body turns numb while I have this urge to throw away my phone. I depended on it and it betrayed me. A sudden rage takes over me and I shake in frustration. What should I do now? I bang my head back on the door.

I hear noise from the stairs and toss back my mobile inside my pocket. Feeling lost I sit there on the floor and just try to blink away my tears. I guess the terrorist is watching me as I can feel his burning gaze on my skin. Hearing his steps towards me makes me wish upon being invisible.

He halts beside me and I stare at his feet. I pull my knees and legs further towards me so he can pass through with ease. He doesn't move and I look up surprised to catch his blank dark eyes. He looks giant and if possible even more intimidating from above.

"Get up." He commands sternly and I look away.

I am not his puppet. I don't want to be here. Can't he pretend to be nice? Can't he just for a second be human? Tears are now treating to spill but I do my best to blink them away. He bends down and I turn my gaze to my right to avoid him. "Didn't you hear me? Get up." He repeats harshly.

Frustrated I fist my hands. My eyes deceives me and tears roll down my cheeks. Perfect, he will be giving me a speech of how only weak people cries. Why am I even bothered about that? I don't care what his twisted little mind thinks.

If I am not wrong he is losing his patience as he stands there and I can hear him breathe heavily. Suddenly without warning he grabs my arm to pull me up in a single pull. I get startled and let go of a slight scream as I didn't expect that. He pulls me towards the open dining and the only thing I can think about is how his grip is hurting me.

He pushes me to a chair with a force which isn't even necessary as my body is already drained of energy. I gently tuck my hair behind my ears and notice a red mark where he had his grip. Awesome, I will have a lovely bruise tomorrow thanks to Ironman.

He walks away while I stare at my own reflection on the glass table. If I say that I look like a mess, it is an understatement. I have dark circles with puffy bags around my red eyes. The makeup around is smeared and my hair is looking like a bird nest. My appearance is reflecting my messed up inside.

My eyes lands on his reflection next to me and I almost give away another set of scream. I didn't realize that he was back behind me. He frowns and keeps a glass of water beside me on the table while holding my gaze through the table.

"Drink" He orders sternly.

I analyze the glass containing the transparent liquid. "What is it?" I ask with a frown.

Even though I know that it is water I feel suspicious. I won't allow him to poison or drug me.

He looks at me as if I am stupid. "It is water." He says pronouncing the words as if I don't comprehend English.

"I don't want it." I say with a hoarse voice and push the glass towards him.

He pushes it back and I can see him getting annoyed. "I haven't mixed anything in it." Yeah, as if I believe your empty words.

I push it towards him again. "I am not thirsty." I lie and feel my dry throat. "You drink it." I test him with a natural expression.

He glares at me and takes up the glass with anger. I am actually afraid that the glass might shatter in his hand. He empties the glass in a second and slams the glass back on the table which makes me flinch.

He shakes his head in disgust. "Happy?" He asks me and I look away with a hammering heart.

The terrorist walks away again and I sigh in relief. He is just so intimidating to be around. I rub my temples while resting my elbows on the cold table.

I hear a cling beside me again and I look to my left to find a new glass of water. I lean back on my seat and analyze the glass. My fingers starts to draw on the mist that have formed around it. The terrorists eyes follows my antics intently.

I shake my head and lift the glass to my mouth. Gulping down the water in a jiff I realize how dehydrated I actually was. My throat feels so much smoother. I give out a sigh.

The terrorists sharp cold gaze follows me. "Happy?" I ask him and put the glass back on the table.

To my surprise he actually faints a smile and nods. Pulling a chair he sits down in front of me. He analyzes me for a moment and bends towards me with his elbows resting on his thighs while he joints his hands. Ok, this is really uncomfortable. I try to keep a blank expression while I feel creeped out.

He tilts his head with amusement flickering in his dark eyes. "So did you find any network?" He asks with a smirk.

I look at him astonished. My ears doesn't believe what they had just heard. The moment I let the words sink in, my whole world collapses. How could he know? My heart starts hammering inside my chest and my head suddenly spins around leaving me with a blurry vision.

He wasn't around then how? I think I have stopped breathing all together and struggle for breath. I start to shake as if my blood sugar has dropped. Feeling dizzy I blink several times. My heart beats unevenly and I can't think straight.

What is happening? I hold my head as if it will help me regain my vision. My body feels cold and warm at the same time. Wait? Why am I feeling this way?

Whenever I get a shock I do get back to my senses after a while. This time I can't even seem to get a hold on my body. I slowly open my eyes to see him still smirking but my vision gets blurry within a second.

I lean back as I am losing grip on myself and I let my hands drop to my sides as I can't keep them up anymore. He hasn't drugged me has he? He couldn't have? Could he?

I swallow hard and my eyes closes while I slowly fall to my left. My body doesn't seem to collide with the hard floor instead I feel a pair of arms supporting me. His smirk is the last thing I see and his arms are the last thing I feel before dozing off.