I do not own any of the music, products or movies mentioned in this fic and as much as I wish I did.........I don't own GhostWhisperer or any of its characters, I do however, own those characters and storylines which appear in this fanfic, but not in the show. No copyright infringement intended
Remember y'all Melinda was taken on her birthday which was Thursday..............DRAMA!
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Sunday afternoon....."WHAT DO YOU MEAN?!" Christopher screamed at the police officer, "Mr Jenner, I understand your frustration, but we can't follow evidence that doesn't exist, I'm sorry, we just don't have any leads, there's nothing more my team can do until we find something new, all we can do is wait" he turned and walked back into his office shutting the door behind him, Christopher's fist flew into the wall and he cursed in anger, the police team were being called off of the search. They had announced that since there was no trail to follow and no sign that there would be a trail any time soon, they were pretty much giving up. Christopher stormed out of the police station knocking three chairs over on his way out, he just threw them aside without even bothering to see if they hit anyone, he climbed into his car and pounded his fists into the steering wheel as he broke down in sobs "I just want my girl back" he cried.
Melinda had woken up on Sunday morning with a blinding headache, she was laying in a pool of her own blood and had new bruises ever where and more cuts across her neck which she didn't remember ever happening, David and Joe had been asleep until the sound of a police cars wailing siren neared them, both men jumped up and peered out of the window, Melinda could feel relief and hope lift her heart. Within seconds that hope was crushed, just as soon as the noise had come...it was gone, Melinda cried hopelessly as David laughed at her "I think we should end this soon, you're looking a little beaten" he joked, Melinda sobbed against the concrete floor as he dragged her limp body towards him "do you know Jim's number by heart?" he asked as he pulled his cell phone out of his pocket, Melinda gave a nervous nod and he handed it to her "I want you to dial the number, when he answers I want you to tell him to go up to his room without telling anyone who's calling, when he's in his room I want you to say goodbye to him and hand me the phone. I'm going to give him some instructions and if you so much as shake your head I will kill you right now. Have I made myself clear?" he asked, Melinda nodded weakly and dialled Jim's number with bloody fingers, he answered on the first ring "J...Jim, go up to our room and dd..'t tell anyone it's me" she said shakily as blood poured from her mouth.
Back at home, Jim lifted Olivia's head from his lap and rose from the couch, Olivia turned over without waking and Jim ran up to their cabin room "I'm up Melinda, where are you?" he asked frantically, she sobbed quietly "good.. Jim, I you" she said quietly, David took the phone from her and put it to his ear, "Jim, my name is David, I have some instructions for you so I want you to listen closely. Because of Melinda I spent the most part of this year in a cell, I had to watch my best friends die, I want you to know what that feels like, I want you to bring your father and come to where I am, do you think you can do that?" he asked calmly, "yes" Jim replied weakly, tears streamed down his face and he tried to even out his breathing, Melinda had now been missing for two days and he knew he had to do whatever he could to save her. "I need you to tell your father what I told you, I will call back in 24 hours with further instructions, meanwhile I have your bitch to help me pass the time" he said with a chuckle, Jim yelled out in frustration then remembered that he needed to keep his voice down "don't. Touch. Melinda" he growled angrily, "too late my man! She's under me right now, how does it feel to know that?" he asked, Melinda whimpered quietly as David wrapped his hand around her bruised neck and cried out when he gripped her waist and pulled her against him "stop! What are you doing to her!?" Jim demanded, David laughed "24 hours Jim" he said quietly before hanging up, Jim slid down the wall until he hit the floor and fell to pieces.
Jim had tried to call Christopher several times but couldn't reach him at the police station, Jim felt as though he was going to lose his mind with all the waiting, it wasn't until 5:00pm when he woke from a terror-filled sleep that Jim realised he had lost valuable hours, he glanced out the glass wall and saw that the police officers that Christopher had left with were sitting in the driveway again, that meant that Christopher must be back at the cabin. Jim made a painful effort to slow down his steps as he made his way down the stairs, "I need to talk to Chris, where is he?" he asked Mitch who was attempting to make dinner for everyone, he threw a glare at Jim "why? You wanna tell him to kill himself?" he snapped coldly, Jim flinched "Mitch, come on man, I didn't tell her to...-look, I'm not gonna fight with you right now. Where's dad?" he demanded, "screw you" Mitch growled before turning his back and going back to his cooking. Jim sighed and went into the living room, Holly had fallen asleep on Alexis' lap and Alexis was stroking her hair softly while watching Olivia unblinkingly, Olivia was on the second couch with her knees to her chest sobbing quietly. "Where's dad?" Jim asked quietly, Olivia showed no sign that she had heard and continued sobbing into her hands, Alexis' eyes stayed fixed on her but she still spoke "he said Melinda was sick in the woods, she took a bunch of painkillers, she wasn't planning on waking up. They found the van that took her away, there was blood in it and a needle with GHB and coke...it could be fatal, they found her clothes in that house, her cell phone was smashed to pieces and there was a whole lot of blood inside and on the roof. Christopher hasn't come out of the office since he went in there a couple of hours ago to identify her stuff, I just want you to know...we're all living with Livvy and Chris because something's wrong, we've lost people and been hurt, out of all of us Melinda was the one who was hurt the most, she needed to be loved and you made her feel hated...whatever your reasons, you better hope that they find her alive, because if she dies.." for the first time Alexis' red-rimmed eyes left Olivia and met Jim's, the look of pure hatred and disgust was almost too much for him to take and he considered looking away but resisted "....it will be your fault, if she dies...you as good as killed her yourself" she said before returning her gaze to Olivia.
Jim felt hot tears stream down his cheeks "I love her so much Lexy, I yelled out in the heat of the moment and I said something that makes me feel sick every time I think about it. You don't think I know that this is all my fault? She loved me, so what I said to her...she took it straight to heart, the fact that it came from the one person that she should be able to love and trust made it hurt that little bit more. They found her clothes...what do you think that means? She's out there somewhere with those sick bastards for company...you think they're just having a nice conversation?! You don't think that that's eating away at me?! You don't think that I want to die right now?!...Because I do...I do want to die, but the only thing that's keeping me going is the fact that Melinda may be okay...and until I know that, I'm not going anywhere" with that he stormed off to the office and shut the door behind him. Christopher had a full glass of straight vodka in front of him which he was glaring at intensely "we need to talk, this is serious and I need you to understand" he said, the troubled expression on his face was enough to catch Christopher's attention "what is it?" he asked, "Melinda called me...the guy, David, took over the call and said that you and I had to go to him...she's still alive, the guy said he'd call in 24 hours, that's 3:00pm tomorrow" he said with tears rolling down his cheeks. Christopher stood up to face him "Jim, did you speak to Melinda?" he asked desperately, "she told me to take the call up in my room and then she said goodbye and that she loved me...she sounded so...broken, David said that he would be..that he would be using her to pass the time.." Jim sobbed angrily and found it hard to get his words out in between "...he said...oh God Chris...he said that she was...she was under him...then he asked me how that made me feel...she was crying and..and he said that he wants us to watch her die like he watched his friends die...what are we gonna do?!" he sank into a chair and dropped his head into his hands. Christopher pulled him up roughly by the arm and wordlessly led him through the house and outside where the police car was stationed.
"Mr. Jenner" one of the officers greeted as he stepped out of the car, "David has made contact with my son, he's asked that Jim and I go to him, he will call at 3:00pm tomorrow, what do we do?" he asked frantically, the officer contemplated this for a second before speaking "we'll wire your phone up to the computer and trace them again, you can't alert them to the fact that anyone other than the two of you are there, do you have a licence to carry a firearm?" he asked Christopher who nodded "they will give you a time to meet them, you will carry your weapon with you to be used only as defence, NOT to carry out your own justice, we will have squad cars surround the place from a distance then our officers can move in undetected, we will have both of you wired to cameras and microphones so that we can see and hear what is happening, do you feel able to go?" he asked seriously, Jim and Christopher nodded without hesitation and the officer smiled "meet us out here at 12:00am, I suggest you try to get a good few hours sleep, we're one step closer to finding Melinda" he said before shaking their hands and returning to his car, Christopher breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. "You think she's gonna be okay?" Jim asked, Christopher shook his head slowly "I think even if we get her home tomorrow she'll never be the same again" he said honestly, Jim nodded "I think she's gonna be different person" he agreed fearfully as they reached the house, "dinner's done" Mitch said flatly, Jim shot Christopher a questioning glance to see if he was going to tell the rest of the family what was going on but he shook his head slightly.
Melinda had spent the evening being beaten so bad that she knew nothing but the agony, the back of head was radiating a blinding pain throughout her head and down her spine, blood had poured from her nose when she was punched repeatedly and it had run down and settled across the side of her face only dripping occasionally now. Her left arm was nearly all purple from elbow to wrist with the occasional patch of dark blue, she knew it was broken – she had been thrown onto the floor roughly and landed awkwardly, when she had screamed out in pain David stomped on her fragile arm as hard as his body would allow. Melinda's neck was covered in blood from where David had dragged his knife across it a couple more times, her chest was covered in bruises and a large cut ran across her shoulder, bruises covered almost every visible inch of her stomach and back, her legs were scraped and bruised but not as seriously as the rest of her body though they were still causing her an immense amount of pain. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"Joe demanded, Melinda was shaking violently as her eyes rolled under fluttering lids, Joe slapped her face roughly and she struggled to focus on his eyes "I.I...I.I..c.'t .stop" she stammered as her chest began to feel like it was caving in on itself, she gasped as David shoved Joe out the way and pulled Melinda up so that she was sitting against the wall, her shaking eventually slowed to a calm shiver and she was able to focus again, "what was that?" David demanded, "I t..told you, I have hy..hypoglycaemia, when my blood sugar..-" she whimpered as his cold fingers wound around her throat, "enough of your whining. Get on your knees" he snarled, Melinda tried to do as she was told but was so weak that her body wouldn't respond, "III.I can't" she stammered, Davis pulled her up by her hair and threw her against the wall laughing when she screamed, "it's gonna be a good night Melinda, I can feel it".
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It was 2:59pm on Monday morning when Jim and Christopher sat at a table with three police officers staring impatiently at Jim's cell phone, they had spent time preparing and now had tiny camera's invisibly placed on their bodies, they had been given bullet proof vests which Jim wore under a t-shirt and hooded jacket and Christopher wore under a tank top and shirt. Christopher's gun was strategically placed in the belt of his trousers where easily accessible and the two of them were ready to go. As the second hand on the clock ticked painfully slow a palpable tension clung to the room. At 3:00 the phone didn't ring, 3:01 Jim shifted uncomfortably in his chair, 3:02 Christopher wiped tears of fear and anger from his cold cheeks, 3:03 one of the officers sighed as the room remained otherwise silent, 3:04 Jim's heart began to pound painfully in his chest and his breath was uneven, 3:05...it happened.
"Hello?" Jim answered shakily, "hello Jim, how are you feeling today?" David's casual voice came, the police officers sprang into motion, two of them beginning to scribble down notes while the other tapped away on his laptop, "where's Melinda?" Jim demanded, "sorry, your girlfriend is...otherwise engaged" he replied with a chuckle, Jim ran a hand through his hair and attempted to calm his erratic heartbeat for fear of a heart attack, "I wanna talk to her", David sighed on the other end "that's not possible Jim, she hasn't been conscious since yesterday evening, quite lazy of her I must say..I don't know what her problem is, it's almost as if she doesn't like me!" he said with mock incredulity. Jim clenched his hands into fists at his sides "she's been much better company since she stopped screaming actually, we've had a very interesting night so far. I want to speak to your father" he demanded, Jim looked to Christopher who was glaring at the voice coming from the speakerphone, "I'm his father" he said curtly, "aah, so nice to finally speak to you. I never got a chance to chat with her last father before killed him, mostly he just begged me to let his wife go, beautiful woman she was...like her daughter. Anyway, enough of the past. I want you to watch her die like I watched my friends, it was all her fault, she's more trouble than she's worth. If you bring the police with you I will kill you and your boy without a second thought, just you and Jim, understand?" he demanded, "yes", "good, I will call you back with directions...when I feel like it" with a chuckle the call ended abruptly, "he hung up too fast, I have the area but not a specific location" a defeated officer sighed. Disappointment rang through the room as they now had no choice but to wait.
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At 7:00pm, after David had just finished another round of torture which thankfully Melinda had remained unconscious for - though she was now damaged apparently beyond repair and shivering slightly from the overdose of drugs that her body had absorbed, Melinda's battered body was pulled up roughly by her broken arm and her head fell back limply as her wrists were bound tightly together, "I have a plan" David said as he added a fourth cable tie, "I'm listening" Joe replied curiously, "We'll hide her somewhere in here, I'll call her family and talk to them for a few seconds, I'll leave the phone on so they can trace it while you and I run, it'll give us time to get far enough away from here, she'll be dead...and we'll be free" he said slyly, Joe nodded with a cruel smile "can I kill her?" he asked, David shook his head "nah, I think I wanna finish what I started" he said as her cupped Melinda's sallow cheek with his large hand. He dropped her wrists from his other hand and she fell to the floor without any sign of life, "you sure she's not already dead?" Joe asked, David climbed on top of her and pressed two fingers into her purple neck, "still got a pulse...I think" he said indifferently, he grabbed Melinda's hips angrily and dug his fingers into her skin as he pulled her closer to him "might as well make use of the time we have left".
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