"You bastard!!" Jim screamed. He instantly dialed 9-1-1…
"9-1-1, what's your emergency?" the operator asked him
"Hello, someone just broke into my house!"
"Sir are you in the house now?"
"No my wife is home alone, she called me, the man grabbed her and told me he was taking her and going to hurt her…please you need to send someone over there as fast as you can."
"Sir are you sure your wife is in danger?" the operator asked.
"YES I'M SURE!!" Jim was thoroughly enraged, "YOU NEED TO GET SOMEONE OVER THERE NOW!! MY WIFE IS IN DANGER AND BEING HURT AS WE SPEAK!! SEND SOMEONE THERE NOW!!!" Jim screamed into the phone, this operator was really starting to piss him off.
"Sir I'm sorry we will try and get someone there as fast as we can but all of our men are at the huge apartment building collapse, we have no one left here."
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO ONE LEFT??"
"I'm sorry sir, where do you live and I'll get someone there as fast as we can."
"It'll be too late by then!!" Jim said as a tear made its way down his face.
"I'm doing the best I can sir,"
"Well its not good enough!!" Jim gave her his information then hung up!!
He threw his phone down on the passenger seat and sped even faster down the road hoping to make it home in time to save Melinda.
"God why did I leave?!?! I should have told Bobby no!! I should have been there with her! I should have protected her…she told me something was going to happen!! I should have listened…I should have been more careful. Now I-I could lo-lose her forever!! I have to get to her!!"
Jim finally arrived home, the van was long gone by then. He pulled into the driveway, parked his truck immediately and jumped out of his truck and ran towards the front door, he didn't even bother closing the door to his truck…that didn't matter…all that mattered was getting to Melinda.
He ran up the steps and stopped at the front door, it had been left wide open. He cautiously entered the house…
"Melinda?" He yelled once he made it inside. Being a paramedic he knew not to touch or move anything, so he cautiously but hurriedly made his way around the house. "Melinda!!" He yelled even louder, he ran up the stairs and straight to their bedroom, He noticed that his closet door was open, he walked towards it and noticed clumps of hair on the floor…
Jim could picture the man holding her by the back of her head and slapping her hard across the face, he could see the man throwing her onto the ground and shoving the phone to her ear. He could see her crying as he talked to her and promised that he would find her. He could see her say I love you as the man ripped the phone from her hand. He could see how scared she must have been
A tear slowly made its way down his cheek as he stood there picturing everything he heard. He had to find her, he needed to hold her and tell her she was safe now…
He quickly made his way back down the stairs, once at the bottom he went into the kitchen, he noticed Melinda's car keys on the floor along with everything else that was once on the table. The chairs were knocked over and there was a spot on the floor that looked like something had been laying on it, because things were either smashed or moved out of the way…
Jim realized that Melinda must have fought back and the man caught up to her and threw her on the ground. Jim could picture her struggling to get away from this man and then him tackling her and forcing her to go with him.
More tears made their way down his face, he knew that she was fighting. "Keep fighting baby, I'm coming." He whispered to himself. He knew that she wouldn't give up. And he knew that he had to find her, no matter what he had to do, he had to find her and save her.
He left the kitchen and walked into the living room, he noticed that the blanket that was once draped over the back of the couch was all messed up and laying on the cushion of the couch….Did he throw her down here too? He wondered…I don't get it why would he throw her down in the kitchen and in here? Unless she tried to make a run for it again? That's when Jim noticed it and instantly collapsed to the floor….
He bent down and looked at the amount of blood on the floor and carpet by the couch. "Oh god…Melinda" he whispered as more tears made their way down his cheeks. "I'm sorry baby…I'm sorry I wasn't here. I'm sorry I let you down…" Jim leaned his back against the couch and curled up and cried…
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Melinda slowly opened her eyes, she couldn't remember what happened or where she was, all she knew was she had a splitting headache. She tried to reach her hand up to her head but realized that she couldn't, her hands were tied behind her back. Suddenly it all came back to her, Jim leaving for work, the man breaking in, her calling Jim, Jim telling her he was going to save her, the man finding her and yelling at Jim, him tackling her and tying her up, him promising to hurt her, the gun…and then everything goes black…she looked up and realized she was in the van and the man was driving.
Everything looked so familiar…she silently gasped when she realized why…she had dreamt all of this, this is exactly what she saw in her visions or nightmares. Everything was identical, the inside of the van, her hands being tied up, the man. A tear made its way down her face when she remembered what else she dreamed; the man beating her and leaving to find Jim so he could kill him. She had to make sure that didn't happen.
Melinda slowly tried to move around so she could get a better look at the van when she bumped into some cans lying on the floor. The man jumped in his seat and looked back to find Melinda awake. "Dimmit," he yelled as he pulled the van over to the side of the road, he then got out of his truck and made his way back to where Melinda was.
Melinda remembered what happened in her dream and tried to get away, she got up on her feet and walked away from the door and hid in the corner right behind the passenger seat. The man opened the back door and saw that she had moved.
"What are you doing?" He questioned, she could tell he was angry.
Melinda looked up at him with pleading eyes, she couldn't talk since her mouth was duct taped so all she could do was look at him. The man stepped inside the van and shut the door behind him. Melinda's eyes filled with tears as she watched him come closer to her.
He knelt down in front of her and took her head in his hands, Melinda jerked her head away from his grip. The man wouldn't have this, he reached up and slapped her hard across the face. "Don't move away from me… now listen to me Melinda, we're going to make quite a team you and me."
Melinda was still had her head down and was avoiding eye contact with him. He violently grabbed her by the side of the head and forced her to look at him. She had tears pouring down her face and blood dripping down her nose and over the duct tape. "We're going to have a lot of fun…just the two of us…I hope you're ready for it!" he smirked at her, "because by the time I'm done with you, you will be begging me to kill you…and I want you to remember that this is happening to you because of what your husband did. Its his fault you're here." The man was becoming more agitated simply by mentioning Jim, Melinda could tell because his grip on her face became much more forceful, and rough. "Everything that I do to you is because of him!!" The man spat at her, his face was now only inches away from hers, "Your husband is going to pay for what he did!! And he is going to pay through you!!"
And with that the man socked her hard across the face. Melinda felt a sharp pain in her cheek before everything went black. The man had knocked her out cold just like in her dream.
The man then climbed back into the drivers seat and was off again.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Jim couldn't get the images out of his head, there were so many different ways that he could have hurt her, and he was picturing all of them. But the one image he couldn't get out of his head was Melinda lying there, helpless and bleeding on the floor.
Suddenly there was a knock on the front door, Jim jumped.
"Grandview police!!" an officer yelled into the house, he hadn't seen Jim yet.
"I'm in here," Jim said as he stood up.
"What happened sir?" the officer asked as he walked in and noticed the destruction of the house.
Jim explained the whole story. He told them about leaving for work, and Mel calling him because someone broke in, then him rushing home, the man finding her and talking to him and promising that he was going to hurt her, then him finally making it home only to find the place completely destroyed. Jim showed them the bedroom, the kitchen and then the living room and the blood on the floor. He explained to them what happened in the bedroom and what he thinks happened in the kitchen and living room.
"Sir do you have a recent picture of your wife, so we can start a search for her?"
Jim looked at the officer, "Yeah I do, hang on I'll get it for you."
He walked upstairs to grab a picture of Mel, he paused when he was leaving and looked at their bed and was instantly thrown into a memory…
"hey babe…" Jim mumbled as he walked in, it had been a long day at work and all he wanted to do was get into bed.
"Oh hey" Melinda smiled seductively… "you look tired baby, want me to rub your shoulders?"
"Thanks but I think I'm just going to go to" Jim yawned as he spoke, "…bed."
"Oh ok," Melinda smiled as he climbed into bed and under the covers. She waited until he got comfortable and was situated in bed before she made her move. Once his eyes were closed she smiled devilishly at him and climbed on top of him.
Jim opened his eyes in surprise, he open his mouth to say something but couldn't…Melinda had already thrown him into a kiss. She broke free of the kiss and looked at him, "I love you" she whispered.
"I love you too babe," and with that Jim wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in for another kiss, he slowly traced her bottom lip with his tongue begging her to let him in. Melinda granted him access and he kissed her passionately while he slipped his hands under her lace cami and pulled it up over her head…
Melinda moaned into the kiss and then pulled his shirt off…
"Mr. Clancy? Mr. Clancy? Sir?" Jim was pulled out of the memory by one of the police officers tapping him on the shoulder…"Sir?"
"She's pregnant…" Jim said as he looked down.
"Your wife is? How far along?" the officer questioned.
"About 3 months, we've been trying for about 5 months and finally got pregnant, please you have to find her and my baby." Jim looked at the officer with tears in his eyes, "Please."
"We have our best men downstairs looking for any clues as to where your wife was taken and who took her. We're going to do everything we can to find your wife and child, I promise you sir." The officer said as he put his hand on Jim's shoulder.
"Thank you." Jim said as he handed the officer a picture of him and Melinda on the cruise ship.
"I get this picture out immediately, and hope that someone has seen her." The officer told Jim as he turned and made his way downstairs.
Jim sighed deeply and made his way downstairs as well. He then went outside and sat down on the steps of the porch and stared off into the distance with tear filled eyes. He was lost in thought and worried sick about Melinda. He could only imagine how scared she must be right now.
