Call Me Sarah
Chapter Twelve
Craig closed the door behind him. He wearily threw his keys down on a mahogany side table and shrugged out of his jacket. His recent phone conversation with Marlena replayed in his head. He had been driving home from the hospital when his cellular phone rang. He clicked on the hands free device.
"Dr. Wesley speaking." he answered automatically. It was probably a member of his staff.
"Craig, it's Marlena." He could hear the urgency in the woman's simple, no- nonsense greeting. He knew this wouldn't be a social call.
"What's up?" he asked simply.
"Craig, Brady just dropped Chloe off at your house."
"I know, I'm on my way now."
"Good. I want to prepare you for some unusual behavior you may see from Chloe."
"Aaah, the whole 'Sarah' thing, right?" he remembered what he had learned about the dance.
"Exactly. We've since learned a little more about the situation, and there is definitely another personality in charge of Chloe. I'm with Chloe's old caseworker now, and I hope to learn more about Sarah. We'll be there shortly, once we've decided upon the best way to help her. In the meantime, tread very carefully around her. We do know from her encounters with Jan and Mimi that she is somewhat unstable and has violent tendencies."
"Oookay." Craig tried in vain to picture a violent Chloe. "So.what should I do?"
"Try to pretend that everything is normal with her. Pay attention to what she says; it may provide us with important clues. Don't pressure her and if she appears angry or frightened, then back off immediately. She may look like Chloe, but she isn't. Just.be careful and we'll be there as soon as we can."
Craig inhaled deeply as he stared at the rich carpeting in the foyer of their home. Just how was he going to manage this? There was still a great deal that he didn't understand about the situation, only that something was very wrong with his stepdaughter.
He smiled wryly. He could still picture the day he and his wife and picked Chloe up from the orphanage. Of course he hadn't known then that she was Nancy's daughter that she had given up for adoption many years ago. It had been a long, rocky road to this point, and things were still far from perfect in their family. But it was a family still. And the girl who had once been an inconvenience, a stranger's child, was now his daughter, in the ways that count. His eyes fell on a picture of the three of them. He stared into Chloe's smiling blue eyes. He would do anything for his little girl.
He glanced at the staircase that led to the upper floor. "Chloe, are you here?" he called, knowing full well the answer.
"I'm up here, Craig!"
"Damn." Marlena swore softly as she hung up the phone. "Craig's not picking up his cell." She bit her lip in thought. "He must already be at home, then. Come on. We've not a second to lose." The company didn't speak a word as they headed for the door.
Sarah grinned at the light tapping at the bedroom door.
"Chloe, can I come in?" a male voice called.
She arranged herself against the pillows on her bed. "Come in, Craig." She purred.
"Hey sweetheart, I'm so glad you're home. Your mother and I were very worried." he trailed off as he noticed the condition of Chloe's room. Strategically placed candles set off a warm glow while the scent of sandalwood incense floated through the air. He turned a puzzled gaze toward Chloe and was shocked by what he saw.
Chloe lay reclined on her bed, seductively propped up on her elbows. She was scantily clad in a tiny nightgown of black satin. The fabric was so sheer that Craig could easily make out her full rounded breasts topped by hardening nipples. Her long legs were slightly parted, providing him with just a peak of her black panties, and her treasure mound just underneath.
Craig's stunned eyes traveled over her body with a will of their own. He forcefully tore his gaze away from her and focused his eyes on her desk. {This is definitely not Chloe.} He wondered what he should do. He hadn't expected this twist. A faint blush stole onto his cheeks as he cleared his throat.
"ahem. Chloe, I realize you were going to bed now, but I want to examine you - just to make sure you're okay."
"Examine away, Doc." Sarah replied with a throaty whisper, making no move to cover herself.
Craig kept his eyes averted. "Perhaps you should change into something a little more.appropriate."
Sarah slowly moved off the bed toward him, her hips swaying hypnotically under the silky material.
"What's the matter, Craig? Don't you like it?" she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, noting the tense muscles beneath the dress shirt.
He stumbled backwards, caught off guard by Sarah's bizarre behavior. He was totally out of his element here and he wished violently that Marlena would arrive soon. "Um.it's very nice, Chloe." He replied meekly, as his mind raced to find a course of action.
"You seem very.tense, Craig. Is something wrong?" she inquired with an innocent flutter of her thick eyelashes. "Have a hard day?" she stepped closer to him and once again initiated physical contact.
"Uh.something like that." He captured the dainty hand that played with his tie. He decided to bite the bullet. "Listen Chloe." He began as he stepped away from her, firmly putting distance between them. He continued in his best authoritative father voice. "I don't know what's going on with you, but this behavior is inappropriate. I don't know what your plans for the evening are, but they will not include me."
"Like you gotta choice in the matter." Sarah said darkly and pushed him up against the wall with one hand.
Craig was floored by the strength that Sarah seemed to possess. {Unstable and violent. Got it.} He knew he was in swimming in murky waters now. {I've got to keep my head and try to calm her down.} He gave her his kindest smile. "Come on Chloe."
"Ya know, I think I know what the problem is." Sarah interrupted. "You like to be the aggressor dontcha? You've asserted yourself so much that now you can't handle it when the tables are turned."
She crept closer to her, the innocent smile now a menacing sneer. "Would it help if I cower? Curl up in a corner and cry, 'Please Daddy, don't hurt me'?"
Craig's mouth dropped open. He was now completely lost. "What are you.?"
"DON'T F*CK WITH ME!" she screamed as she backhanded him with her fist. She grabbed him by his tie and shoved him down onto the bed. She straddled his body before he could move.
"Ah ah ah!" she tsked when he struggled. She lifted the hem of her nightgown and Craig could see a knife tucked into her panties. She slowly drew the dagger and pointed the business end at his throat. "I wouldn't move if I were you. I would hate for you to bleed all over my pretty bed."
Craig ceased struggling and tried to calm himself. {The others will be here soon. I just have to stall her until they arrive.}
Sarah smiled condescendingly. "Good boy." She shifted slightly to gain better access to his body. "Now lie there quietly and you may even enjoy yourself." Her free hand slid down his body to the crotch of his slacks.
His breath hitched and he tried once more to reason with her. "Chloe, why are you doing this? I'm your stepfather! Your guardian!"
She kissed him passionately on his slack lips. Her tongue trailed to his ear. "It didn't stop any of them." She whispered.
Craig closed his eyes as ice settled over him. {oh my god. She was abused.} That would certainly explain her behavior, her reaction to the website. Tears involuntarily sprang to his eyes at the thought of the pain his little girl had endured. "Chloe-Sarah, I'm sooo sorry sweetheart, but I'm not like that. I would never hurt you like that." He pleaded, trying to reach the girl inside.
"Sure you would. You have a d*ck, don't you?" She smiled as she continued rubbing his pants. "Yes, I can tell you do."
Craig blushed crimson. Despite his strongest efforts, his body was beginning to respond to her ministrations. He struggled mightily. He had to stop this.
Sarah stopped him with a flick of her wrist. The dagger dug into his throat and a drop of dark blood appeared. "Did you forget about Mr. Pointy?"
Craig moaned in despair. "Chloe.Sarah.please don't do this."
But Sarah just grinned evilly. "ooh, I like it when you moan my name like that." She unzipped his pants and moved to straddle his manhood. She froze then when she heard a car pull into the driveway. Her smile disappeared, leaving a blank mask of hate.
"Well, I was going to have a little fun with you first, but now I think I'll just move straight to the big finish." She swiftly pulled out the nightstand drawer and pulled out the object inside.
Craig suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of his own gun.
"Say goodnight, Craig."
Chapter Twelve
Craig closed the door behind him. He wearily threw his keys down on a mahogany side table and shrugged out of his jacket. His recent phone conversation with Marlena replayed in his head. He had been driving home from the hospital when his cellular phone rang. He clicked on the hands free device.
"Dr. Wesley speaking." he answered automatically. It was probably a member of his staff.
"Craig, it's Marlena." He could hear the urgency in the woman's simple, no- nonsense greeting. He knew this wouldn't be a social call.
"What's up?" he asked simply.
"Craig, Brady just dropped Chloe off at your house."
"I know, I'm on my way now."
"Good. I want to prepare you for some unusual behavior you may see from Chloe."
"Aaah, the whole 'Sarah' thing, right?" he remembered what he had learned about the dance.
"Exactly. We've since learned a little more about the situation, and there is definitely another personality in charge of Chloe. I'm with Chloe's old caseworker now, and I hope to learn more about Sarah. We'll be there shortly, once we've decided upon the best way to help her. In the meantime, tread very carefully around her. We do know from her encounters with Jan and Mimi that she is somewhat unstable and has violent tendencies."
"Oookay." Craig tried in vain to picture a violent Chloe. "So.what should I do?"
"Try to pretend that everything is normal with her. Pay attention to what she says; it may provide us with important clues. Don't pressure her and if she appears angry or frightened, then back off immediately. She may look like Chloe, but she isn't. Just.be careful and we'll be there as soon as we can."
Craig inhaled deeply as he stared at the rich carpeting in the foyer of their home. Just how was he going to manage this? There was still a great deal that he didn't understand about the situation, only that something was very wrong with his stepdaughter.
He smiled wryly. He could still picture the day he and his wife and picked Chloe up from the orphanage. Of course he hadn't known then that she was Nancy's daughter that she had given up for adoption many years ago. It had been a long, rocky road to this point, and things were still far from perfect in their family. But it was a family still. And the girl who had once been an inconvenience, a stranger's child, was now his daughter, in the ways that count. His eyes fell on a picture of the three of them. He stared into Chloe's smiling blue eyes. He would do anything for his little girl.
He glanced at the staircase that led to the upper floor. "Chloe, are you here?" he called, knowing full well the answer.
"I'm up here, Craig!"
"Damn." Marlena swore softly as she hung up the phone. "Craig's not picking up his cell." She bit her lip in thought. "He must already be at home, then. Come on. We've not a second to lose." The company didn't speak a word as they headed for the door.
Sarah grinned at the light tapping at the bedroom door.
"Chloe, can I come in?" a male voice called.
She arranged herself against the pillows on her bed. "Come in, Craig." She purred.
"Hey sweetheart, I'm so glad you're home. Your mother and I were very worried." he trailed off as he noticed the condition of Chloe's room. Strategically placed candles set off a warm glow while the scent of sandalwood incense floated through the air. He turned a puzzled gaze toward Chloe and was shocked by what he saw.
Chloe lay reclined on her bed, seductively propped up on her elbows. She was scantily clad in a tiny nightgown of black satin. The fabric was so sheer that Craig could easily make out her full rounded breasts topped by hardening nipples. Her long legs were slightly parted, providing him with just a peak of her black panties, and her treasure mound just underneath.
Craig's stunned eyes traveled over her body with a will of their own. He forcefully tore his gaze away from her and focused his eyes on her desk. {This is definitely not Chloe.} He wondered what he should do. He hadn't expected this twist. A faint blush stole onto his cheeks as he cleared his throat.
"ahem. Chloe, I realize you were going to bed now, but I want to examine you - just to make sure you're okay."
"Examine away, Doc." Sarah replied with a throaty whisper, making no move to cover herself.
Craig kept his eyes averted. "Perhaps you should change into something a little more.appropriate."
Sarah slowly moved off the bed toward him, her hips swaying hypnotically under the silky material.
"What's the matter, Craig? Don't you like it?" she gently placed a hand on his shoulder, noting the tense muscles beneath the dress shirt.
He stumbled backwards, caught off guard by Sarah's bizarre behavior. He was totally out of his element here and he wished violently that Marlena would arrive soon. "Um.it's very nice, Chloe." He replied meekly, as his mind raced to find a course of action.
"You seem very.tense, Craig. Is something wrong?" she inquired with an innocent flutter of her thick eyelashes. "Have a hard day?" she stepped closer to him and once again initiated physical contact.
"Uh.something like that." He captured the dainty hand that played with his tie. He decided to bite the bullet. "Listen Chloe." He began as he stepped away from her, firmly putting distance between them. He continued in his best authoritative father voice. "I don't know what's going on with you, but this behavior is inappropriate. I don't know what your plans for the evening are, but they will not include me."
"Like you gotta choice in the matter." Sarah said darkly and pushed him up against the wall with one hand.
Craig was floored by the strength that Sarah seemed to possess. {Unstable and violent. Got it.} He knew he was in swimming in murky waters now. {I've got to keep my head and try to calm her down.} He gave her his kindest smile. "Come on Chloe."
"Ya know, I think I know what the problem is." Sarah interrupted. "You like to be the aggressor dontcha? You've asserted yourself so much that now you can't handle it when the tables are turned."
She crept closer to her, the innocent smile now a menacing sneer. "Would it help if I cower? Curl up in a corner and cry, 'Please Daddy, don't hurt me'?"
Craig's mouth dropped open. He was now completely lost. "What are you.?"
"DON'T F*CK WITH ME!" she screamed as she backhanded him with her fist. She grabbed him by his tie and shoved him down onto the bed. She straddled his body before he could move.
"Ah ah ah!" she tsked when he struggled. She lifted the hem of her nightgown and Craig could see a knife tucked into her panties. She slowly drew the dagger and pointed the business end at his throat. "I wouldn't move if I were you. I would hate for you to bleed all over my pretty bed."
Craig ceased struggling and tried to calm himself. {The others will be here soon. I just have to stall her until they arrive.}
Sarah smiled condescendingly. "Good boy." She shifted slightly to gain better access to his body. "Now lie there quietly and you may even enjoy yourself." Her free hand slid down his body to the crotch of his slacks.
His breath hitched and he tried once more to reason with her. "Chloe, why are you doing this? I'm your stepfather! Your guardian!"
She kissed him passionately on his slack lips. Her tongue trailed to his ear. "It didn't stop any of them." She whispered.
Craig closed his eyes as ice settled over him. {oh my god. She was abused.} That would certainly explain her behavior, her reaction to the website. Tears involuntarily sprang to his eyes at the thought of the pain his little girl had endured. "Chloe-Sarah, I'm sooo sorry sweetheart, but I'm not like that. I would never hurt you like that." He pleaded, trying to reach the girl inside.
"Sure you would. You have a d*ck, don't you?" She smiled as she continued rubbing his pants. "Yes, I can tell you do."
Craig blushed crimson. Despite his strongest efforts, his body was beginning to respond to her ministrations. He struggled mightily. He had to stop this.
Sarah stopped him with a flick of her wrist. The dagger dug into his throat and a drop of dark blood appeared. "Did you forget about Mr. Pointy?"
Craig moaned in despair. "Chloe.Sarah.please don't do this."
But Sarah just grinned evilly. "ooh, I like it when you moan my name like that." She unzipped his pants and moved to straddle his manhood. She froze then when she heard a car pull into the driveway. Her smile disappeared, leaving a blank mask of hate.
"Well, I was going to have a little fun with you first, but now I think I'll just move straight to the big finish." She swiftly pulled out the nightstand drawer and pulled out the object inside.
Craig suddenly found himself staring down the barrel of his own gun.
"Say goodnight, Craig."