Hell within the Waters - Ch 3
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It was mid-afternoon two days after the attack. We hadn't found him, and more importantly, we hadn't found Abby. For all I know, she could just be dying somewhere, all alone. I know that feeling. It is so horrible, and I could never stand the thought of Abby being hurt. I had been hurt once, and I know what it feels like to have a long, sharp piece of metal driven into your gut. Abby doesn't deserve that, she never could. I need to find her, really soon. The police weren't being any help at that time, I mean, for all I know, they could not even be looking for her.
"Gallant, come here please."
"Yeah, what's up Dr. Carter?"
"I'm leaving. Tell Weaver hat I wont be back in today."
"Uh, whatever you say doc."
I was going to find her. I didn't care if it was dangerous; I needed to find her. * * * * *
I ran out of the hospital and jumped into my jeep. I had absolutely no idea where to go, but for some reason it was like my hands knew exactly where to turn, and where to go. It's like one of those things you would see on a movie, "Love will show you the way." Yeah, I know, it sounds corny, but I have no other explanation of how I knew where to go. I was coming up onto a bride when I saw it. It was his car, just sitting there on the side of the road. 'What the hell is he doing?' I thought to myself, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that I had found them. Oh I hoped to God that Abby was alright. I drove up and parked behind Sobriki's car. Then I got out of my car, and started walking up to him. The crazy thing was that I wasn't scared anymore, only worried. All my worries for Abby took away from all the fear I had for myself. All I cared about in that moment was whether Abby was okay. Before I could reach Sobriki's door, he stepped out - with Abby. She was tied up; he hands, her feet, her mouth was taped.
"Paul, please. What do you want? I'll do anything if you will just let her go. ANYTHING!"
"Nope, you're too late. You have already ruined my life. I've been going to a damn shrink for the past three years; my wife left me and took my daughter, and it's all your fault! Now you're going to pay!"
He walked up to the edge of the bridge, picked Abby up, and sat her on the railing. I could see the terror in her eyes. What had he done to her? How could this be happening? Before I could do anything, he just pushed her over the railing into the waters below.
It was mid-afternoon two days after the attack. We hadn't found him, and more importantly, we hadn't found Abby. For all I know, she could just be dying somewhere, all alone. I know that feeling. It is so horrible, and I could never stand the thought of Abby being hurt. I had been hurt once, and I know what it feels like to have a long, sharp piece of metal driven into your gut. Abby doesn't deserve that, she never could. I need to find her, really soon. The police weren't being any help at that time, I mean, for all I know, they could not even be looking for her.
"Gallant, come here please."
"Yeah, what's up Dr. Carter?"
"I'm leaving. Tell Weaver hat I wont be back in today."
"Uh, whatever you say doc."
I was going to find her. I didn't care if it was dangerous; I needed to find her. * * * * *
I ran out of the hospital and jumped into my jeep. I had absolutely no idea where to go, but for some reason it was like my hands knew exactly where to turn, and where to go. It's like one of those things you would see on a movie, "Love will show you the way." Yeah, I know, it sounds corny, but I have no other explanation of how I knew where to go. I was coming up onto a bride when I saw it. It was his car, just sitting there on the side of the road. 'What the hell is he doing?' I thought to myself, but it didn't matter. What mattered was that I had found them. Oh I hoped to God that Abby was alright. I drove up and parked behind Sobriki's car. Then I got out of my car, and started walking up to him. The crazy thing was that I wasn't scared anymore, only worried. All my worries for Abby took away from all the fear I had for myself. All I cared about in that moment was whether Abby was okay. Before I could reach Sobriki's door, he stepped out - with Abby. She was tied up; he hands, her feet, her mouth was taped.
"Paul, please. What do you want? I'll do anything if you will just let her go. ANYTHING!"
"Nope, you're too late. You have already ruined my life. I've been going to a damn shrink for the past three years; my wife left me and took my daughter, and it's all your fault! Now you're going to pay!"
He walked up to the edge of the bridge, picked Abby up, and sat her on the railing. I could see the terror in her eyes. What had he done to her? How could this be happening? Before I could do anything, he just pushed her over the railing into the waters below.