Burning was all I could feel behind my delicate eyelids. I tried to open them, my eyelashes refusing to break free from each other, and groaned when a swarm of sunlight pierced through. My body was slowly becoming conscious. A slight sharp ache shot through the right side of my head, causing a wave of nausea to hit me.

Where was I? What had happened?

Slowly, I waved my arms across the surface underneath me. I stroked the soft material, confused when I realised it felt like a bed sheet. I was in a bed?

I still hadn't fully opened my eyes. They were shut from the agonising sunlight. I lifted my left arm to my head, aware of the achey sensation flowing through it, and confirmed I was in fact in a bed. My head was on a feather filled pillow, and I was covered in a soft quilt. My head felt slightly wet, presumably sweat. I could feel the heat suffocating me.

Eventually, I risked all and opened my eyes. The room in front of me was unfamiliar. It took a while for the blur in my eyes to focus, but when it did, I noticed I wasn't at home with Nate.

I blinked, squinting a few times to try suppress the almighty headache lingering at the front and back of my head, and looked down to see I was wearing an old pair of pyjamas.

Yellow pyjamas. They had red love hearts scattered all over them. My head instantly came back to Earth. Robert bought me these when we first met. Robert.

The nausea that already settled had turned into a full blown rage of sickness. My head went dizzy and fuzzy, my body trembling, as I attempted to run towards a bathroom.

I knew what happened now. I remembered.

Panic flooded my veins, shooting through me like a surge of electricity. I searched the room, left right, left right. But no bathroom came into view. I looked at the ochre yellow and grey floral wall, then back to the decorated ivory tones, and panicked even more. There was one door. A perfect white door with a silver door knob.

I held one hand over my tummy, the other over my mouth as I stepped towards it. My feet hit the floor with gentle movement, terrified in case I startled anyone, and felt a sweat build on my forehead when a creaking noise filled the room.

I stood in front the door, my hand reaching out for the handle. I could see the trembling in my body as my hand shook. It couldn't focus. My fingers were twitching, making it difficult to turn the handle. The scraping noise as the handled turned made me freeze. All I could hear was my rapid, heavy breathing.

I pulled the door towards me to open it, shocked when I peeked through to see the narrow, navy blue painted, hallway was empty. There was no other noise through the house, but it was definitely morning - or at least day time. I could see the sun through the window.

I couldn't remember how I got here, but I remember briefly what happened when I left the apartment.

I tip toed out of the room, softly shutting the door behind me. If anyone walked past I didn't want them to know I was awake. My stupid plan had backfired, and I needed to get out. But where was Hope?

I had to find my baby girl first.

I fell into the wall when another wave of sickness hit me. I hadn't felt this sick since I was pregnant with Hope. I brushed it off, laying it down to panic and the excruciating migraine pumping through my head.

I let my body calm down a second before pushing off the wall to carry on my walk down the hall. I'd wanted a bathroom initially, but now I realised I needed to find Hope and get out of here quick. This isn't what I wanted to happen. I had a plan. One that would of worked perfectly if Robert wasn't so evil and clever.

I came towards the end of the hall and was faced with two sets of stairs; one leading downstairs, and another leading to another floor above this one. I took my chances and crept up the stairs. If Hope wasn't in my room, then she must be up here. There's no way she's downstairs on her own, right? I used my common sense and slowly made my way up.

The top floor had one bedroom. It was open as soon as you reached the top of the stairs. I swivelled my head in every direction as fast as I could. My eyes fell on the news report playing on the TV attached to the wall. I tip toed over to listen, and almost fell off my feet when I heard the reporters words.

On the screen read: "Little girl and mother missing: possible blanket found in river

The video was live, and I watched as a team of people searched the river under Leighway Bridge. That was the bridge he's asked me to meet him at, but I didn't get there. What was going on?

As soon as I'd read the words 'possible blanket found in river' my body became a bigger mess.

"A blanket, possibly one that little girl Hope owned, has been found in the river early this morning"

My mind completely trailed off after the reporter said those words. He wouldn't hurt her, right? She's here. She has to be. Would he hurt his little girl?

I dropped to the floor, gripping the bed as tears silently rolled down my cheeks. I squeezed my eyes shut, and forced my tears to go away. I needed to find her. She's not in the river, she's here. I took three deep breaths, then turned to race back down the stairs.

I didn't think about being quiet. All I was concerned with was Hope. I had to find her. I carried on down the sets of stairs until I reached the bottom. I turned into an open living room with huge floor to ceiling windows. I then recognised the place. Roberts parents summer house. We'd been here once, but obviously they had decorated the upstairs since. I also wasn't aware that there was an extra floor.

I ran as fast as I could through the downstairs. The kitchen and dining room was empty. The study was as quiet as a mouse, and the hallways were terrifyingly silent too.

"Oh god Hope where are you" I cried, turning in a full circle trying to think of something to do. I couldn't leave without her. She had to be here.

The image of the news report kept flashing into my head, and I felt the tears come stronger.

"No, no, no, no, no!" I sobbed, gripping my hair.

"Hi beautiful"

I lifted my head, shaking uncontrollably, to see Robert stood in front of me. He wore an evil smirk, while he tossed a coin up and down in his hand, leaning against the wall. He looked different. He still looked evil, but his hair was shorter. It actually reminded me of Nates hair. Surely he hadn't copied him right? I shook my head a little as I realised how ridiculous that was. But then he wasn't normal.

"Did you miss me?" He asked, edging closer.

I couldn't move. My feet betrayed me and froze.

"I said" he gritted his teeth, "did you miss me?"

He was now directly in front of me. His hand climbed up to my cheek, caressing it softly. It was the complete opposite to how he was actually feeling. I could see the rage burning him inside.

I realised I hadn't answered, and he suddenly released a loud chuckle.

I was distracted, confused by his sudden outbreak, that I didn't see his other hand reaching up. He gripped my hair, twisting round his wrist, as he asked me for the third time. The pain was awful. My head was on fire as sharp pains shot through where his hand was.

"Did you miss me?"

I nodded frantically. "Y-yes"

"Where's Hope?" I added, but regretted it instantly.

He shoved me against the wall, and everything turned black.