Sam's dark eyes pierced the darkness with mixed expressions. He didn't know what to think right now. There was so much happening at once. How did the Father expect him to deal with it?
"Sam, we've found something," Jennifer announced. She handed him a piece of cloth.
"Yep, that's something all right. They say that that one kid was wearing a leather jacket and this is definitely leather," Sam observed.
"Black leather," Greg added. "It might be a little tough to find this missing one. It is still pitch black out."
"But morn is coming soon," Jennifer uttered. She pointed to the horizon, the tiniest peak of light showing. In no more than an hour, the sun would be rising.
A loud buzzer went off as about eight guards led the three teenagers through the jail doors. Sydney couldn't help but worry about Bobby. He was lost out there somewhere. Who knows where in the world he was now.
"You know, Syd, Ron, I bet Bobby's caught a bus to Minnesota by now," Aaron joked, purposely loud. The guards around him exchanged doubtful glances and Aaron frowned. If Sydney could've, she would of reached over and slapped him right across the cheek.
"Take her to section B 104 and them to section D," one guard ordered. Three nodded back, each taking one of the teens. Sydney shot an almost scared glance at Aaron who exchanged that with a smirk. He definitely had something up his sleeve. Sydney didn't like the thought of them all being separated and by levels. She thought maybe by rooms, but now it was even more impossible to carry on with a plan. How could she possibly know what Aaron and Ron were planning if she was so far away from them.
Her thoughts were shattered when the sound of the bars in front of her slammed. She looked up and scanned the small cell. It was plain and boring to her eyes. She laid her head on the flattened pillow and tried to shut her eyes, but the sight of other girls, most about her age, staring at her from across the room gave her the shivers. Hopefully she wouldn't have to cause a riot just to get her way. Hopefully…
"Where's Dad?" Brian asked, peeking out of the squad car window. "When do we get to see Mom and Dad?"
"Shh," Rose said, nudging him on the arm. "Don't talk…"
"In not too long, Brian," he policewoman said. She was driving, Rose and Brian in the back, and a policeman in the passenger's seat.
"You better not do anything to my dad," Rose said in a demanding voice. She wrapped her fingers through the metal sheet of protection in front of her.
"Hands down, young lady," the woman said. Her voice was husky and muscles bulged from her short sleeve shirt. "Don't worry, we still have to have a fair and complete trial. There really is no evidence that he's guilty."
Brian, who didn't understand a thing yet, closed his eyes and shook his head. He leaned back onto the cushions behind him. He tried to concentrate on what the others were saying, but it just didn't make sense to him. What was a trial? Why were they saying dad was guilty? Why were they saying that mom wasn't doing well? Where was she anyway?
Andrew forgot about the cuffs that were securely placed around his wrists and tried to jerk away from McKellen's strong hold. He felt his body being pulled right back to where he was. Letting out a sigh, he realized that he wasn't going anywhere unless this obstinate officer was.
"Now wait just a second, Son," McKellen told him. "I promised the judge to have you back by…"
"My wife has just regained consciousness. Do you expect me to just walk away, wondering if she'll make it till Friday?" Andrew stormed, almost surprised by his own tone of voice.
"Fine," the sheriff mumbled. He dangled his keys in front of him, studying them to find the correct one. He unlocked the cuffs and Andrew tore off at a fast speed. He almost passed the room that Monica was in. Finally, he entered in, his emerald green eyes falling on the nurses all around Monica. He needed to see her…talk to her…know she was really awake.
He walked over to the bed, tears filling his eyes as he saw how scared Monica was. She was crying out in pain. She was desperately trying to figure out what was going on. The nurses around her were trying their best to steady her, and make her lye back down. She didn't even see him or know he was there-not yet.
"Monica?" Andrew asked quietly, trying to squeeze past the busy nurses. At the sight of him, she practically dropped back down in the bed. She froze and for a moment so did he. Their eyes met and stayed there for a long moment of silence. The tears had stopped falling from her brown eyes. His breaths had stopped coming. There was nothing inside of him moving except the pounding of his heart. He could hear that plainly; that's how silent it was in the room.
She mouthed something, no sound coming from her mouth. Her lips quivered and then an expression came over her face that even Andrew couldn't explain. For a moment, he was scared to know what she was thinking. But what happened next is what bothered him the most.
