"What about the slides, Ayanna, why do you want to only go in the tunnels?" I asked. 

I watch as her tiny body crawls to the end of the colorful tunnel.

"Come here, little one," Austin says attempting to grab Ayanna.

She quickly turns around and starts crawling as fast as she can to the other side. I can hear cute little laugh as she tries to get away from Austin.  

Austin turns to me and looks at me with the greatest smile on his face. He kisses my stomach and then turns back to playing with Ayanna.

In need of sitting of down, I find the nearest bench. My back aches all the time, I just want to have the baby already. 

I watch Austin and Ayanna move from the different activities on the playground. Austin pretends to let Ayanna climb the stairs to the yellow slide then he rushes to the end to catch her when she goes down it. He seems happy. I think I'm happy. I am just really anxious all the time. I feel like things could go wrong at any time. I don't get why Austin stayed. I'm just too much to handle. 

"Here we go, time to go to mommy," Austin says flying Ayanna like an airplane to me.

He takes the spot next to me on the bench. It creaks as he sits down. 

"Did you outrun Austin?" I baby talk Ayanna while cradling her in my arms.

I listen as she tries to form words from her mouth.

"I bet you did," I say watching her smile. 

She has a beautiful smile and like Austin she seems happy. She looks so innocent. I don't understand how we can go from being so happy, simple and innocent to just generally bad people. 

I mean let's be honest there is not a person in the world who has never done anything wrong. Everyone makes mistakes, but a baby what do they do wrong? I can understand how a toddler can be bad. They steal toys, refuse to share, lie, and maybe even sometimes get a small attitude. I think that babies are the most innocent people alive.  

I wish I could be that small again.

"Excuse me, do you guys mind taking a survey for us really quick?" A guy asked approaching us shaking me out from my thoughts. 

Over the guy's right shoulder I notice a white van. It seems to be slowly coming closer to us. 

Panic rises within me as I recognized the old van as one of Father's friends who used to come over all the time. I hold Ayanna closer to my chest. Regaining whatever sense of calmness I had left, I stood up to face the guy.

"No thank you sir, we were just about to leave," I said giving a soft smile.

I grab Austins hand signaling him to follow. 

"Have a good day," Austin says.

He turns to me and gives me a weird look. I don't say anything until I know were far enough so that he will not hear me.

"That white van that was following behind the guy," I wipe away the tears beginning to form in my eyes, "That is Mason's friends van."  

"They found us," my voice cracks.

I feel my hands starting to go numb and I start to lose my grip on Ayanna. 

"Austin carry her please," I say. 

"Okay, We will be okay," He says lifting Ayanna from my arms. 

I shake my hands trying to get the feeling back in them. Austin takes my hand with his free hand and squeezes it tightly without letting go. I try to blink away my tears but it's pointless. 

I look behind us, trying to see between my tears. The van is still following us. Their waiting for the perfect moment. 

"Austin, their following us," I say panicking. 

"Should we run," He asks with fear evident in his voice. 

"It doesn't matter what we do, they know where we are." I say steading my voice

"I don't think we are getting out of this, but we can try to run to a group of people then call the cops," I tell him. 

Austin lets go of my hand and holds Ayanna tightly.

"Lets go," He says.

We run start running, but nobody is in sight, in fact it feels like we are getting to the dead part of the neighborhood. It's not like we are going to outrun a van anyways, if they really wanted to they could easily cut us off. 

I feel something trickle down my thighs, then a sharp pain in my stomach. 

I stop in the middle of the road.

That did not just happen, I think to myself.

"Addilynne, come on we have to go, Austin says grabbing my hand.

My back starts to ache more than it has before, along with pressure on my lower stomach. I bite my cheek as a way to distract myself from the obvious pain. 

"Addilynne!" Austin whispers, while trying to pull me with him. 

I'm not ready, I say in my head over and over. 

See this is what I was talking about. Life is like a lottery ticket, you either win big or win small.  Everyone is dealt a hand of card, sometimes your hand of cards is all bad. Sometimes your just born to fail. Except I have not failed. It's people that have failed me. 

I look at Austin, "My water broke, I think I'm labor," I say.

I search his face for a reaction. He smiles. It's like he completely forgot we are being hunted. His smile fades suddenly and his gazes falls behind me. I turn around and to see the white van directly beside us. We can't escape. 

I collapse to the ground as the pain grows, mostly because the baby won't stop kicking me. I feel like my chest is burning alive. 

"Oh, no" Austin says kneeling down to me. 

"No stop," I tell him. "Go and go now, do not worry about me I'll be fine," I say forcing a smile. 

"I'm not leaving you," he chokes out.

I watch as tears seem to flow freely from his eyes. 

"Don't do it for me do it for Ayanna," I say hoping that he will go.

There's no point in us both getting captured. I close my eyes, hoping that when I open them he will be gone. I don't like putting Ayanna on him like that but how else would he go?

I open my eyes, but he is still there.

"I can't leave," He said in a whisper. 

Not even a second later I feel hands under my thighs and arms. I'm being lifted up and into the van but I have no strength to fight. Not like it would matter anyways. I hear Ayanna start to cry, and Austin cussing the people out. I just squeeze my eyes shut. What else can I do?

I'm placed on the floor area of the van, it's cold beneath me. 

"Dad?" I say looking beside me. 

"I am so sorry," He says crying.  "They got me when I was at the store, I tried everything to stop them from getting to you," He says sobbing now. 

I take his hand into mine.

"It's okay, we'll be okay," I whisper repeatedly. 

I take Austin's hand too. He's on the other side of me with Ayanna.

The van is bigger than I first imagined. The floor area is grey and cold. There are front seats and back seats behind us, but the middle part of the van is completely empty. The front seats are blocked off by this metal bar window. It almost looks like the things that would be in the back of a police car. There's enough room in the van for me to lay flat down and about four to five other people. 

I look around and see the survey guy in the driver's seat, a lady beside him, and behind us in the back seats are four people dressed in all black. 

"Call him," The survey guy says.

Everything is silent except the ringing of the phone.

"Did you get them," A voice comes through the phone.

"We got them all," A guy behind us said before hanging up. 

The van begins to move, as we await our destination. 

Everyone in all black begins taking their suits off, leaving them in normal clothes and maskless. Every person is a man except the lady in the passenger seat. I watch as they lift their seats up and place their disguises under them. 

A man with brown hair, green eyes and a slim but masculine body comes over to be. He crouches down in front of me. 

"Hey," he forces out, ¨My name is Jackson, I want to help you alright?" He says nicely. 

I nod my head yes not wanting to talk to him. He's wearing blue jeans, a white shirt, and a jean jacket. He doesn't seem like the kidnapping type. I look over to Austin who is trying to soothe Ayanna. I know he must be so scared. I look at my dad, and he squeezes my hand. Were all afraid to speak. 

"The car ride is going to be long, and your going to probably have the baby in this van." He says to me.

I watch as his eyes water. Why would he be upset, he isn't the one being captured.

He grabs two blankets and comes back over to me, trying to keep his balance in the moving van. 

"I need you to lift yourself up really fast so I can get this blanket under you," Jackson said. 

I use my hands to push myself up, ignoring the pain it causes me. He slides the blanket under me with the help of dad and Austin. I slowly put myself back down when the blanket is in place.

"Great job, guys you'll get the money later," the guy in the driver seat said.

Everyone except the driver and Jackson gets out. As soon as all the door shut the driver turns to us. 

"You guys try anything and I will shoot each one of you, one by one" The driver says in a deeper voice. 

I grab dads and Austin's hands again not wanting to let go. The pressure on my stomach comes and goes and my back is getting sharp pains. I squeeze their hands to keep from making any noise. 

"I need to remove your pants," Jackson says, "They caught me too, I'm just a doctor," in effort to comfort me. 

"Mr. Ross take Ayanna, let me do it and you guys turn around," Austin says trading places with Jackson. 

"It's alright," He whispers to me. 

"You have to take off her undergarment to, I need to know when the baby is coming," Jackson says shakily. 

"It hurts," I tell him.

"I know, I'm so sorry," He replies.

Austin takes off my clothes from my waist down and then covers me with the second blanket. 

"I'm so sorry love," Austin kisses my forehead, before trading places with Jackson again. 

Austin takes my hand for the millionth time.

"What's your name?" Jackson asks me. 

"Addilynne," I say through my sobs. 

"Okay Addilynne, how old are you?"

"It hurts," I say trying to control my crying. 

"I know it does but your doing so great," He reassures me. 

"She's fourteen," I hear Austin say.

I close my eyes and think back to when Austin and I were watching the stars. They were so beautiful. I wish we could stay out there forever. Nothing would be wrong. It would just be us and the stars. 

"Your probably only three centimeters," Jackson tells me, "It needs to be 10," he adds. 

I let out a sob and let my face fall into my hands. 

"What are you going to do to us," I ask the driver trying to gain some peace.

He laughs the way my father always did, "That is not for me to decide."

I look at Austin, then at my dad,  "I'm so sorry this is all my fault, I'm so sorry."

What are we supposed to do in a situation like this. Hold hands and hope for the best?