It has been 2 weeks since Bridgette was kidnapped. The only thing she left behind was the drops of blood on the kitchen floor. Felix hadn't slept anything. He couldn't stand the thought of his pregnant wife been kidnapped. Who could? Only God knows what she going through in such delicate state.

He found himself pacing around the room. Day and night. Asking questions and praying for mercy. Crying for the loves of his life.

"Uncle Felix?" A sweet voice asked, knocking on the door gently.

Felix muffled his cries of pain and loss; cleaning the tears which streamed down his cheeks. "Come in." He managed to say, hiding his aching feelings behind his cold expression.

"I know this isn't a good time to talk b-but," Emma found herself crying, holding her sobbing. "I just don't know what to do anymore.."

Felix remind silent but his expression soften at the now crying girl. Even though, he know it was her hormones. He pat the spot next to him for her to sit. "What's wrong?" He asked, wrapping an arm around her shoulder for comfort.

"My boyfriend, the father is this baby," she pointed at her growing belly as tears rolled down her cheeks.

"B-Broke up-p with me..." She whimpered. Hiding her face on her hands. "He didn't even told me why and he didn't know about my pregnancy." She sob now on her uncle's shoulder. Wondering why, was it something she did or say? Did he hear she was pregnant?

The possibilities were endless.

"Shush, Shush. Don't cry dear. I'll punch him out later." A smile crept upon Emma's lips , she chuckled softly. "He is a jerk if he let go with no reason. And I'm sure he wouldn't find one because you're flawless Emma." He placed a warm kiss on her forehead. "Don't worry, there's someone else waiting for you Okay?"

"Okay. Thank you uncle Felix." She smiled sweetly.

"No problem. Now go and cry no more." He smiled back as he watch her leave the room.

Emma remind him of Bridgette so much. This silly, funny and lovely person that he loves so much. His heart sank again. He lay back on Bridgette's side of the bed. Nuzzling into her pillow which still smelled like her.

"Oh dear God bring her back." He whispered.

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Bridgette open her eyes slowly. The room was dark, she tried to move but she was tied up with something. "Chains? What the...?" She mumbled.

Suddenly an aching pain stroke her back, "Ahh!" She screamed out of pain. She heard breathing; someone else was there.

Looking around she found nothing, it was too dark too see. She then felt another sharp pain stroke her back. It was person kicking her with heels no doubt.

"Well, after 2 weeks you're finally awake." A sassy, empty voice spoke. Sending shivers up Bridgette's now aching spine. Bridgette recognize the voice.

"Charlotte?" She asked fearfully.

"Yes, bitch." Charlotte pushed Bridgette abruptly. The rusty, chains with spikes cut through Bridgette's pale skin.

She screamed terrified again. As her blood slide down. Charlotte laughed, enjoying how the innocent pregnant girl suffered. She looked beat up and she was.

Bruises and scars, a purple eye ,
blood sliding down her lips.

"That's what you get for marrying my man!" Charlotte slapped Bridgette across the face. Bridgette fell to the floor, about the black out.

Charlotte then kicked Bridgette right on her baby bump. She gasped shakily, she tried to reach her bump with her hands but charlotte step with her heels on Bridgette's hands before she could. "And that's for daring to have a child with my Felix."

But darkness won over her.

"Lets see how Felix will like this." Charlotte snap a picture of Bridgette beat up and lifeless body. And send it to miserable Felix. Knowing that he'll accept to do anything she wanted, if Bridgette's and his little baby's lives depend on it.