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Nightlight

Chapter 34

Jason approached the gate of the Zacchara's mansion; gun in hand. His heart pounded loudly against his chest as his blue eyes shifted from side to side; making sure he was alone. Placing a hand on the bar of the gate, he gave it a little shake. Surprised to see that it was not locked. As he pushed it slowly open; the old Iron Gate squeaked into the frosty night air. With caution, closing it behind him, Jason slowly made his way up the curve of the driveway that led to the old brownstone mansion.

The air was still that winter night. No sound could be heard besides the footsteps of Jason's boots on the dry dead leaves that scattered the landscape. It was an eerie setting, thought Jason to himself as he continued to make his way up the drive way closer and closer to the house. It began to snow in light pockets of flurries as he crouched down and appeared in one of the front windows. The lights where off, it seems like no one was home. But of course Jason knew that was not the case. The Zacchara's were always at home. They were never seen elsewhere, especially Anthony.

The room he was starring into seemed to the front foyer or a study of some sort. Ducking his head once again, he crept along the front of the house, until he rounded the corner. Looking around, Jason noticed he was in the rose garden. Moving along the side of the house, glancing into the windows as he passed; Jason made his way to the back of the house. Where the rose garden seemed to continue. The bushes where covered in a blanket in snow, however he could still make out the thorns on the vines of them.

Along the back of the house, at a bay window a light was being produced from it, shinning an eerie yellow glow on the fresh snow. Crouching low on the snow, Jason slowly moved towards the window and appeared in side. It was the study.

Sam sleepily opened her eyes and winced under the harsh bright lights that where being penetrated down on her. Her head felt fuzzy as she slowly raised herself up onto her elbows and looked around the room she was in. She was confused at first of how she gotten here.

But bit by bit as she took in the small cell she was in, it came to her. Jerry had kidnapped her.

She tried to move off of the cote she was lying on but found her muscles to be stiff and sore. A wave of pain came over her, making her wince as she tried moving her leg, the one Jerry had shot at. Sitting up, Sam appeared down at it; examining the towel that was wrapped around it. It was dry with blood, she noted.

Sighing, she placed her hands on her belly, wrapping her arms around herself. She could feel the heartbeat of the baby beating strong against her palm. A sad smile appeared on Sam's face at this, a single tear rolling down her cheek. As a realization hit her; she didn't know how she would get them out of this one.

Jason did not see them at first but once his eyes swept the room a second time; he saw Trevor and Jerry talking in front of the stone fireplace that ran along one of the walls of the room. Both men had their backs turned to Jason. They were deep in conversation with one another. Jason could tell right away it was Trevor and Jerry by the profile of each man's face as they turned and looked at one another.

Moving quickly, he made his way to the other window of the study, which stood closer to where the two men stood talking. By some great luck, the window was open a crack; letting Jason over heard their conversation with one other. Sitting down low on the snow, Jason made sure he was out of the men's eye sight as he pressed his ear upwards, underneath the window sledge.

It wasn't too long after Sam had woken up that she heard in the distance the sound of footsteps. She listened carefully as the sound became louder and clearer as the footsteps approached.

"Hello Darling," greeted Jerry towards Sam as he suddenly appeared on the other side of the cell.

Sam's brown eyes stared darkly at the Aussie through the bars of the cell that she was being kept in.

"Now Sweet Sam, you should be happy," explained Jerry as he smiled at her. "I could have easily injected you with a poison, like I did your cousin a few months back but I however did not. You just got a little tranquiller that put you to sleep for a couple of hours." He laughed at this.

Sam just continued to glare at him with hatred.

"Where are we?" she asked at him after a second of silence had passed.

"Oh now sweet Sam, that is a secret that I cannot tell you," replied Jerry, before taking a step away from the bars of the cell and disappearing once again.

"WAIT!" cried out Sam, but Jerry didn't not turn around. Her voice echoing off of the stone walls of her prison as she listened to Jerry's footsteps fade away into the darkness.

Sam let out a soundless sob as she dropped her head into her chest and cried. She knew she was going to die. She could feel it in every nerve of her body.

"Where are we?" asked Trevor in a slow voice towards Jerry.

"Phrase 3 is just beginning," replied Jerry, looking into the face of Trevor. A moment of silence then fell between the two men. The only sound that Jason could make out was that of the cracking of the flames of the fire.

Jason then heard the two men leave the room and the door close behind them. Sitting there with his back pressed up against the wall, he wondered what he had overhead had anything to do with Sam. Pondering this, he rose to his feet and stretched out the stiffness in his legs. Staring at the open window, Jason decided his best chance of finding Sam was to go inside. Placing his gun in the back of his waistband of his jeans, he slowly pushed opened the window even further; and climbed inside. Hitting the ground, he crawled on all fours to the nearest chair. Hiding behind it, he grabbed for his gun again.

Wiping away the remainder of tears from her eyes, Sam raised her head. Just because she was eight months pregnant and stuck in a cell didn't mean that she was going to die. She was still Sam McCall. She had found herself in worse conditions then she was in now. Taking a deep breath, Sam grabbed hold of the backrest for support as she rose to her feet.

She could hardly feel the pain in her leg, due to the adrenaline pulsing through her body as she moved around the cell. Rubbing her belly, she spoke to her baby. "Don't worry, everything is going to be alright little one. Mommy going to make it all better!"

She felt around the edge of the stone walls, looking for anything she could use to pick the lock of the cell. She felt around her clothes for something she could use. She was still dressed in the clothes she had fallen asleep in. Which was a pair of Jason's boxer shorts that she had taken with her when she moved out and a massive sweatshirt; which she didn't know where she had gotten it from. They were the only thing that seemed to fit over her swollen belly now.

As she rubbed her face, she remembered something. Slowly reaching out and touching her ear, she found the back of her earring. Removing the earring she stared down at it in her palm. She hoped it would work. It was a chandelier earring but had a long backing to it. She prayed this would do.

Unbending the back of it; so that it was a straight line, Sam walked over to the bars of the cell. Slipping her arms through them, she placed the earring into the lock of the door. It took her about five minutes of jingling and fooling around with the lock before she heard a soft click.

Taking the earring out, Sam slowly pushed on the door, which opened with zero force to it. Slipping out, she began to make her escape.

Pushing open the study door with his one hand as the other one held the gun ready for anyone he would encounter. Appearing into the hallway, he slowly moved his eyes from left to right; checking if the coast was cleared before making any sudden movements. The hallway was empty; expected for a old oil lamp that had been left burning on the end tamp which stood beside the grand staircase. Moving into the hallway, Jason stood there for a second, debating which way to go. He didn't know where Trevor and Jerry had gone off too and he didn't want to take that risk of running into one of them. Deciding that his best change of not having this happen was to go left; moving away from the staircase.

If there was any change that Sam was in the mansion, she would be being kept in the basement somewhere, then on the upper levels; Jason figured. Aiming his gun high, he slowly made his descent down the narrow hallway.

"Now Sweet Sam....are you leaving already?" asked Jerry, smiling down at Sam from the top of the stairs. Sam was frozen in space, with her right foot on the bottom step; her brown eyes staring darkly up at Jerry.

"Sammy, Sammy what am I going to do with you?" he asked again as his blue eyes stared into her face as he slowly made his descent down the stairs towards her.

Staring into those eyes, Sam was lost for a second and taken back to a time she had not visited in a while; flashes of her affair with Jasper Jax flipped through her mind for a second. Closing her eyes, she shook her head softly from side to side, shaking the memories away.

Taking a deep breath, she looked back up at Jerry, who was now standing a step above her, towering over her.

Grabbing her by the arm roughly pulling her up so that their faces where inches apart from one another. Sam's brown eyes blazed with rage as he man handled her.

"You're disgusting," she whispered, her voice crawling with coldness.

Jerry chuckled at this; smiling his sly grin at her. Sam then spit in his face, not being able to take his smugness any longer.

The laughter glistening in Jerry's eyes faded at this and turned to ice stone coldness as he raised the back of his free hand and whipped his mouth. Tightening his grip on Sam's arm, digging his finger into her flesh, he spoke. "You Bitch!"

Then letting go of Sam's arm, Jerry watched at the brunette fell hard on to her tail bone to the floor. She had been surprised by the sudden release of her arm and lost her footing.

Sam let out a grunted cry as she fell from where she stood on the bottom step onto the stone floor. A deep pain exploded from the tailbone of her back to the centre of her stomach. Curling onto her side, Sam bit down on her bottom lip as she clenched her stomach. She feared that something was wrong with the baby when she did not feel the movement within her.

Leaning over Sam, Jerry picked her up in his arms and carried her back into her cell. Throwing her onto the bed, he grabbed a hold of one of her wrists. Pulling out a pair of handcuffs from his back pocket of his pants, he cuffed her to the back of the bed. Staring down coldly at her, Jerry left the cell closing and locking the bared door behind him.

It seemed that Jason walked down the hallway forever before he came across a heavy velvet curtain at the end of it. Slowly looking over his shoulder, Jason reached out and pulled the curtain back to reveal a staircase. Arching an eyebrow at this, He began his descent down the twisting staircase; praying this would lead to Sam's whereabouts.

Will this staircase lead to Sam?

Did Sam miscarry?

More to come in the next chapter! Thanks for reading and please review!