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We're dead. We are so dead. Stella explained that when she got home yesterday from the mall she noticed someone standing outside the house, out of sight from the gate guards. She first thought it was one of the guards but was proven wrong when he attacked her. Luckily she was quick on her toes and managed to lead him away from the house seeing as I was inside. She explained further on that a white van pulled up beside her while she was fighting off the guy and two other men jumped out and dragged her into the van. She didn't explain what they did to her but she overheard them speaking of coming back to Liam's house to 'finish their job '. Stella luckily managed to escape and ended up back here.

" We have to call Liam." I say and Stella's eyes grow wide.

" No-no. I promised Liam I would keep you safe. He can't know that I didn't keep my word. His trust in me means everything." Stella begs.

" Stella we can't face your uncle's gang on our own. I'm nearly ready to pop a child and you can't even walk. How are we going to defend ourselves? "

" We can figure something out. " she begs.

My heart breaks for Stella. I've never seen her this vulnerable in the time I've known her. Her brother's trust surely means a lot to her but it's not only her who is in danger. It's me and my child too.

I feel like such a horrible person. Stella was missing for nearly two days and I didn't even do anything about it. I should have called Liam earlier. Maybe she wouldn't have gotten hurt but my stupid ass didn't think any of this through. It's time that I do.

" I'm sorry Stella. I'm calling Liam. " I say and walk out of the room.

When I reach the living room Blake is fast asleep on the sofa. I chuckle when I hear a snore coming from him. He is cute. I walk over to the closet that's positioned in the hallway and take out a fluffy blanket for Blake. I walk back and throw it over him. I grab my phone and make my way up the stairs. The early morning sun makes its way through my curtains when I plug in my phone to charge. It's already past 5am when I look down on my phone.

I quickly find Liam's contact in my phone. He better pick up. I'm tired and I'm cranky. If I were him I would pick up before the second ring.

Just as I was about to end the call Liam finally decides to answer. I put it on speaker.

" Everly. " I hear Liam's raspy voice coming through the phone.

His voice yet again brings goosebumps to my skin. Damn I miss him like crazy.

" Uhm hey..." my voice is shaky.

Liam doesn't answer. Well this is even more awkward than I thought.

" Aren't you going to ask how Stella is doing?" I question Stella's brother.

" I already know. The doctor contacted me." he simply says.

I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. I can't understand why Liam is being this way with me. It's as if you can never please this man. If the circumstances weren't so complicated I would've given up on him a long time ago.

" So you know that your uncle is behind this right?" I continue.

" Yeah." he's short with his replies.

" Aren't you going to do anything about it? I mean he could show up here any second now. " I question him again.

" Already did." he is really starting to piss me off.

If there is one thing I hate dearly in this world is when someone is short on their replies. It makes me feel as if they don't want to talk but they have to. It's like forcing a child to eat vegetables.

" And what are you going to do?" my patience is starting to wash off.

He sighs a little too loud into the phone.

" A few members of the gang are coming over later to take you to a safe house near by." he answers.

He can't be serious. He's just going to take us to a new destination? He's not going to come back to keep us safe? I honstley can't believe he is staying in America while his sister's life, my life and Chicka's life is at so much risk.

" What's the point of hiding when they already know where we are Liam. I'm so tired of hiding. I'm tired of having to keep a low profile and having to look over my shoulder every few minutes. I'm tired of being your uncle's target. I'm tired Liam. Just come home. I just need you to be here. I don't want to do this alone.

I literally have no one here. Stella doesn't give a flying pig's ass about me. All she cares about is making sure your trust is still in her. Alexa is hell knows where on this planet. I don't have anyone. I'm scared Liam. " I sob.

I know I sound stupid and insane but having to be on your toes for a month makes you go a little crazy. I'm near my due date and I don't want to do this alone. I want to go home and stay in my warm bed and have my mom tell me all her stories from her teenage years. I want to fight with Alexa over sisterly things. I just want someone to be here for me.

" I can't Everly. I have to go. Bye." he ends the call.

It's weird, I can physically feel my heart shatter into a billion pieces. The power of his words scares me nearly to death. How can a few words from his mouth hurt me this much? I opened up to him once again and he just slammed that door close. Does he even still care about me because it sure as hell doesn't feel like it at the moment? He just felt bad for getting me involved into this stupid gang fight and just left me in another country. If he really cared that much he wouldn't have left without me. He wouldn't have acted so cold over the phone when I expressed how I'm feeling. He would've climbed back in his jet to come hold me in his arms and whisper soothing words into my ear.

But that's just one of my fantasies.

I look down at my belly when I feel Chicka kicking. She always starts to kick when she hears Liam's voice. A tear rolls down my cheek and falls onto my belly. I shake my head as more tears start to blur my vision. My breathing starts to quicken and I need to stand up for the oxygen to full my lungs. I start to pace around in my room. Another panic attack is on its way. This is how it always starts. Sweat drips from my forehead and I immediately walk over to my window. I open it up and take a deep breath, just like Liam always told me to do in situations like this. The thought of him brings back the unwanted tears.

I feel Chicka kick again. I look down at my belly and rub over it.

" He's not coming back."

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