Chapter 3:
From out of the Dark and into the light.
By: DeMa Davis.


It was brighter then she tought. Maybe she didn't go to hell. Not much they could do to her that could be worse then what Bobby had done. Maybe she did something good. So good it got her a go strait to Heaven card. Or maybe she was so use to badthat hell would get her by being good to her.

"She's coming to Mr, Micheals." A voice said. A rather handsome man in a rumpled suit came in with a cop. The man smiled genuinely felled with relief as the cop set up a tape recorder.

"Mrs. Rahb, I'm DA Eric Micheals. You're in the hospital.

"Oh. It didn't work." Davie said quietly.

"No, Davie he didn't succeed. How long has he been hitting you?"

"About two, two and a half years. I had planed so well and it didn't work." Davie murmured.

"What didn't work Davie?"

"My plane. I needed out, I couldn't take it anymore so I planed it so I'd get away from him once and for all. I wasn't supposed to be here. I was gona be in my plot, happier in hell the n with him. I failed. He'll come back now. And He won't let me go."

"It's okay Davie he won't be near you anytime soon hun. He's in jail."

"He'll make bail."

"No, we already had the trial. You've been out for three months. Unless he's extremely good it'll be ten years other wise 30-40 years. And when he gets out he'll stay away from you and keep a regular checkup he'll be in foe a very long time."

"And if he is?"

"You'll be notified. Right now were gona get you better. We're gona get some food in you and get you back on your feet, sound good?"

"Yeah what's for diner?"

"Lunch and a lot of jello. Your Journal said you like jello."

"I Love it."

"Great, I'll be right back. I have to make a phone call and tell them to send up the jello." Eric smiled as he left the room but it quickly drooped it after he was out of view. Taking out his cell phone he called his brother.

"Shane, It's Eric she awake... Yeah she'll really need a confidence booster. Your school? Do you think it's a good idea, I mean wrestling?