Summary: Sam knows Hugh has Abi, she just needs to prove it. With the help of Phil Hunter can she succeed or will Hugh get the better of her?
Disclaimer: Abi isn't running out of oxygen.
When Dreaming Ends
"Can you go into my car and get my wallet please Sammy?" Hugh Wallis asked.
Samantha Nixon looked up from the paperwork she was engrossed in, she cringed a little at being called 'Sammy' but knew Hugh was only trying to be nice. She got up and he watched her leaving noting how thin, tired and old she looked. Since her daughters disappearence she hadn't been the same.
She walked out of her kitchen and out the house to his car, parked outside. She opened the doors and looked round for it, forgetting about the glove compartment she went to the boot. It wasn't there but she did notice something else, ropes. She looked closer, they were the ropes on the webcam. The ropes round Abi's wrists.
Slowly she walked back into her house, she'd been such a fool. A blind fool. He was able to get to Abigail, he loved playing mind games, he was smart enough to cover his tracks. What she didn't understand was why he'd done this to her or to Abi? Why he'd caused so much pain? Although Abi found it hard to realise she was the most important thing in Sam's life.
Sam got to the kitchen, Hugh was sat at her kitching table staring at a still picture of Abi. How dare he look at her now. She stood by door frame balled her hand into a fist to stop it shaking she felt sick, she'd let him comfort her, hug her, care for her and the previous night hit her like a slap in the face.
Sam sat on her bed, he stood just to the side of her. She'd been building up the courage to ask him all evening but she felt awkward and a little ashamed, he knew something was wrong though.
"What's wrong Sam?" Hugh asked. "Apart from a missing daughter of course."
"I'm sorry about this but would you mind sleeping in here with me tonight? I don't want to be alone." She admitted.
"Sure." He agreed. Looking down on her, she resembled a lost little girl. He lent down and kissed her forehead gently. She chnaged into her pyjamas and he stripped down to his boxers before sleeping with his arms round her.
He looked up at her and smiled, she didn't smile back. She walked over to the wall and stood with her back to it.
"What's the matter?" Hugh asked.
"Why is there rope in your car Hugh?" Sam asked calmly.
"Pardon?" He said.
"Why. Is there rope. In your car?" He repeated slower.
"I was using it at work, demonstrating a while back. Why do you ask?" He got up from the chair, keeping eye contact.
"Oh I son't know, maybe that you have Abi." She said sarcastically.
"What? You think I abducted her? Well I am flattered ... I'm so lucky, another person is the sentre of Samantha Nixon's world and it get's to be me!" He replied just as sarcastically.
"Where's Abigail?" Sam shouted.
Hugh crossed him arms over his chest.
"Tell me, I know you have her!" Sam screamed at him.
Hugh lunged forwards and pushed Sam against the wall behind, he pinned her wrists either side of her befoe hissing dangerously. "I helped you put Kennedy away and I've supported you while Abi's been missing yet you accuse me of abducting her.
"I deteste you." She said in barely a whisper.
He smirked. "So you should." He let go and once she heard the front door slam announcing his departure she slid down the wall shaking, crying and broken. She reached to the cabinet beside her and grabbed a bottle of whiskey, She unscrewed the top and took a mouthful, the bitter taste shot through her body. She had finally let go of herself and didn't even care.