Chloe's P.O.V   "You have to get up, Chloe." A nurse behind me speaks up, my head underneath the white blankets. I tightened the blankets more securely around me, I refuse, why is it that the nurses haven't noticed my babies are missing. The nurse sighs, hearing the door squeal open and closed again. "I don't understand why she won't get up, one minute she's screaming to hold them and the next she won't move." They whisper hushly to one another. They know I'm not deaf, and I'm laying right here, the ignorance was beginning to piss me off even more. "Most likely postpartum, it happens a lot." The other nurse replied. 'Postpartum, what? I don't even know what that word means!' "Poor girl, and so young too." I sat up and faced them, hair disheveled and tear dried eyes. "You haven't even noticed that my children are missing and somehow I'm supposed to trust you to be the ones to protect them when I was u

Chloe's P.O.V That wretched woman has twins, and I remember the first time I met her, she was almost as bad as Alistair. Her white curly hair and barely wrinkled face made me shiver. She used to tell Alistair to beat me more, that I had to learn more discipline, and show more respect. Everyday she stayed I had gotten beat at least once a day and instead of my meals once a day I got food maybe once every three days that month. I remember the fight Carolynn and Alistair had the last night she was around, it was the first time Carolynn stood up for me, at the time I didn't really understand why I was getting hurt and barely fed, I was only four or five at the time. I held Hayley's phone tightly in the palm of my hand seething with anger, any tighter the screen would crack. "Chloe, are you alright dear?" I turned towards the woman who gave birth to me. "No, and until they are safe I won't be." I admitted, passing Hayley her phone back. My mother nodded, if anyone could understand

There were neatly lined cans of soup on the shelf. He could make a run for it. When I was close enough, I gazed over at Jason, knowing what I was thinking. He nodded, letting me take the lead. "Hurry the fuck up, I don't have all day!" He kept eyeing the door. If at any moment he'll get caught by the cops red handed, and here they don't ask questions, they shoot first. The woman behind the cash opened the drawer, taking out the bills, fifties, twenty's, tens and fives, tears soaking her cheeks, hiccuping her panicked sobs. I stood up and grabbed him into a headlock. Any wrong move. I could break his neck with one twist of my arm, if inevitable. The man tried to free himself from my grasp, cashier was screaming and cowering with her hands protecting her head. He shot off the gun twice missing me by a quarter of an inch and the second just whizzed past the cashier's head as the glass casing behind her smashed into splintering shards everywhere, she screamed in fear and pain when g

Chloe's p.o.v A part of me knew, the last I know the better but not knowing was slowly driving me crazy. “Chloe dear, you must calm down.” My mother says sitting on the edge of the couch in our livingroom. Hayley was in the kitchen making tea, I on the other hand is pacing the room, I told the police half truths meaning they were also half lies and thinking about that is making me anxious. “I can’t.” I say biting the nail on my thumb. “Okay but can you at least sit down, you gave birth only six hours ago, if you keep pacing like this you will rip your stitches. “I don’t care about the stitches, I care about my family coming back safe.” I realized I said that more harshly then I intended, so I sat down in the chair beside the coffee table. “I know how terrifying this is, your father didn’t want to wait for the police to bring you home either.” She says softly. I looked down and bit my lower lip before speaking. “Why did you?” “We had your brother to care for too, we couldn