I dropped on my knees as I saw Valeria on the ground. I fell down to her and checked her pulse.

I heard one.

"She's alive."

She was still alive. She must have just passed out from all the overwhelming drama.

I let out a sigh of relief and happy tears fell down my face. She was fine.

"I guess, she must've passed out," I heard Luke say.

"That's what it looks like," I smiled. I felt so relieved. I couldn't lose her too.

I had already lost so much.

I couldn't believe all of this happened today. I felt so relieved.

I looked back at the gang. "Why did they want me?" I asked.

They looked at each other, conflicted.

Derrick kneeled down to me. "I don't know," he lied. He was always such a bad liar. I wasn't convinced by his answer, but I would figure it out either way. There was no way, I would let almost getting kidnapped slide.

My life was in danger and I had to put an end to it.

Suddenly Valeria sat up with a gasp. She looked around her surroundings. "Where am I?" She asked. She grabbed a hold of her head.

"Are you okay? You passed out, babe," Tobias told her. He wrapped his arms around her and embraced her in a hug.

"You scared us, we thought you were dead."

I pushed Tobias from off of her once they started kissing. I knew once they started they would t be able to stop.

I immediately brought Valeria closer to me and squeezed her tight.

"I'm so glad you're okay," I told her. It felt like a boulder was lifted from my shoulders. "I thought I lost you."

She hugged me back and told me. "You'll never lose me."

She was okay, nothing happened to her. I didn't know how I would live with myself if something had.

"What did I miss?"

•••

The rest of the day, no one broke into the house and attacked the gang. I had to thank Giovanni for not allowing me to get kidnapped. Even though I have given him many reason for him too.

I knocked on his office door and didn't get a response from him. I didn't have the patience to wait for one, so I opened the door and walked into the room.

Giovanni looked up from his work and glared at me. I gulped. What did I come in here for again?

"Did I say you could come in?" He growled.

I rolled my eyes. "Would you quit being an asshole for a second I need to tell you something," I demanded.

He stood up from his chair and approached me. I instantly felt my stomach go up to my throat. I broke out into a sweat and my hands started to shake.

"What did you call me?" He was dangerously close to me now.

I tried to back away, but his hand grabbed my back trapping me close to him.

I stopped my foot on the ground. I wasn't going to let him get to me anymore. He obviously cared since he saved me from getting kidnapped again.

"An asshole," I answered, confidently.

"You foolish girl," he spat at me. "You really have the nerve to say shit like that to me when I almost let you get kidnapped by guys who would do, God knows what with you?"

"Almost," I pointed out. He didn't let them.

He narrowed his eyes at me. He chuckled, wryly. "Don't think just because I saved you from being kidnapped once, I suddenly want to be your friend. That's not how it works. So stay the fuck away from me," he dropped his voice to just above a harsh whisper. "I won't hesitate to bring you to the basement."

He smirked at my expression. My eyes watered with fear and my mouth hung open. He was still on her for that.

She felt her breath leave her lungs and panic fill them. He would always trigger them.

She ran out of his room and up to hers. She knelt on the ground and relieved her stomach from the pressure. It was how she could stop her panic attacks from being worse.

It was a secret she hid from people because it was unhealthy.

But, she had experience with stuff like that, being the popular girl and everything, with many things to live up to being an expectation.

I had to be a role model and that sometimes took over my body and all I cared about was being perfect. Looking perfect and feeling perfect. I had to be perfect, otherwise no one would take me serious.

I lost myself throughout the process, but once I got to know the gang they brought out the best in me. They didn't care that I didn't have the new designer purse. They didn't care what shade of lipstick I wore everyday. They didn't care about any of that stuff. They cared about me and that was all I could ask for.

I still dress to impress, but who I'm really trying to dress for is myself. I have felt so low my life that the only way I could feel good about myself was when I played dress up.

I would put on a fashion show for myself im the mirror. Just to make sure I still looked perfect. It was part of me, now. I always had the need to be perfect.

Call me a perfectionist, I guess that was what I was.

I needed everything to be perfect, especially me. I was nothing, if I wasn't.

I didn't have a personality, I didn't have the smarts. All I got was my looks, that's what my mother always told me. I would get places with my looks.

I wanted to be a model, but now that I was kidnapped I didn't know what I wanted to be. I didn't know what my future had in store for me.

It was just getting started.

This was just the beginning.