Wyatt's Home- Chris's Room- Night
Chris stood by one of the windows in his room, looking at the night sky. He couldn't sleep. He had been worrying how Bianca was. Wyatt had kept his word and brought Anastasia right to Chris. Chris looked down at his sleeping daughter in his arms. She was so beautiful and looked exactly like her mother. Chris didn't want to think of what would happen now that Anastasia was born. Would Wyatt kill Bianca? He had no use for her now. And would Wyatt take Isabelle and Anastasia?
Isabelle: Daddy?
Chris looked at Isabelle, who was had just woken up and sat up in his bed. She rubbed her eyes and looked like she did whenever she had a bad dream.
Chris: What is it, sweetie?
He gently laid Anastasia back in her crib before walking over to his bed and sitting down next to Isabelle. He took Isabelle in his arms and held her close, feeling she was cold.
Chris: Did you have a bad dream?
Isabelle: No.
Chris: Then what's the matter?
Isabelle: I just can't sleep. I want Mommy here with us.
Chris: I know. Me to. But your Uncle Wyatt is being stubborn as usual.
Isabelle giggled as she remembered something.
Isabelle: Mommy says you're more stubborn.
Chris rolled his eyes, remembering when Bianca had said that. It pained Chris to think about the difference between that moment and right now. Bianca had been there with him and she had been okay. Now she wasn't with him and she could be bleeding to death for all he knew. Chris closed his eyes at the thought, causing Isabelle to tug on his shirt. Chris quickly recovered from his moment of sadness and smiled at Isabelle.
Chris: Yeah, baby?
Isabelle: It's okay to be sad, Daddy.
Chris smiled at his daughter. She was so sweet. He hated that she had to go through this entire stupid predicament with Wyatt.
Chris: I have to stay strong, Isabelle. I have to get you, Mommy, and Anastasia out of here.
Isabelle: Then do it.
Chris couldn't stop the chuckle that escaped his throat.
Chris: It's not that easy.
Isabelle: Uncle Wyatt is going to hurt Mommy. Is that why?
Chris didn't want to answer her question. He couldn't answer it because he didn't know if Wyatt had hurt Bianca or was going to hurt her. He just wanted to see his wife. Chris released Isabelle and put his face in his hands. He wanted so bad to break down and cry, tear apart the room, or do something. But he couldn't, no wouldn't, loose it in front of his daughters. Isabelle had enough to deal with, worrying about her mother. And Anastasia was just a baby. She was too young to be pulled into this horrid world Wyatt had created.
Isabelle: Daddy.
Chris wiped away a small tear that had somehow flowed from his eye and looked back down at Isabelle. Chris knew she wasn't stupid. She knew he was really stressed out right now.
Isabelle: I think you should go see Mommy.
Chris wished so bad that he could, but he could. Chris shook his head at Isabelle.
Chris: I can't.
Isabelle: Why?
Chris: Your Uncle Wyatt won't let me.
Isabelle: You never listen to Uncle Wyatt.
Chris: I have my reasons this time.
Isabelle: I don't thing you should listen to Uncle Wyatt.
Chris was about to say it wasn't that easy, but something made him stop. Why couldn't it be that easy? He had tried spells, potions, anything to get his family out safely. But the one thing Chris had never thought of was just taking on Wyatt. It was crazy, he knew that. But how many times had he fought his brother in his life? Too many to count.
Chris: Isabelle, that's not a bad idea.
Isabelle looked a bit confused, wondering why her dad was suddenly going along with what she was saying.
Isabelle: Daddy, you haven't been up on the bridge again, have you?
Chris smiled at the mentioning of one of his favorite places.
Chris: Let me guess. Mommy says there isn't enough oxygen up there, right?
Isabelle nodded with a smile.
Chris: (with a laugh) I wonder where she got that from.
Chris quickly got out of his bed and grabbed on of the books he had been looking through earlier.
Isabelle: Are we going to see Mommy?
Chris: Once I find a spell I need.
Isabelle: What spell?
Chris looked up from the book just as he found the spell that would come in handy later.
Chris: You don't need to know.
Chris ripped out the spell and stuffed it in his pocket.
Chris: Get your jacket, Isabelle. We're leaving.
Isabelle's face brightened up and she got out of the bed.
Isabelle: Really?
Chris nodded and walked over Anastasia's crib. He wrapped a second blanket around her before picking her up and holding her in his arms. Once Isabelle had her jacket and shoes on, she ran over to her dad.
Isabelle: What about Uncle Wyatt? Will he be mad?
Chris: Knowing your Uncle Wyatt, he'll be more than mad. And don't worry. I'll take care of him.
Chris didn't know if he would come out of this one alive. But he knew one thing. He was getting his family out one way or another.
