August 16th, 2008

Week 32

Being in her last trimester during the summer time wasn't top on Randi's fun things to do list. She couldn't complain though. She had to be Miss cheery sunshine for her job. She couldn't loose any clients. She was so excited to be on maternity leave and have Daisy in her arms.

"Mrs. Malucci, here are those files that you wanted." He secretary handed her a pile of papers. Randi sighed slightly.

"Thanks. Mr. Yokogawa is looking forward t receiving our shipment, but lord costumes is horrible." Randi said. Sandy smiled.

"I understand. Are you going home soon?" She asked. Randi nodded slowly.

"I think so…" She said filling out the forms quickly, "Make sure the delivery men get this I the morning. I'm not coming in."

"All right. I'll take care of everything for you." Sandy said.

"Thank you." Randi stood up; "I'm out of here. If there's any problems then call my cell phone." She waved to her colleagues as she left the office and stepped into the elevator.

Randi leaned against the wall of the elevator. Her back was so sore today. She had been on her feet for o long today. She was thankful her maternity leaves started at the end of this week. She knew that that maternity leave didn't mean much. She would still be relaxing in bed, but her mind would be designing clothes.

"Miranda?" A woman walked up to Randi as soon as she stepped off of the elevator. Randi looked at her oddly.

"Maybe…Who are you?" She asked.

"Cindy McGregor from New Style Woman." The red head extended her hand, "I was hoping to catch an interview with you."

"You often pounce on your interviewees when they step out of their office buildings?" Randi asked. Cindy chuckled softly.

"Only when they're so hard to get a hold of and don't return my calls." She said. Randi smiled slightly.

"Sorry. I've been busy." Randi said.

"Yeah, I've noticed." Cindy said, "Could I do a quick interview while you go home?" Randi nodded.

"Sure. I could use the company. Do you need photographs?" Randi asked, "I'm feeling very pregnant today."

"I'll pull photographs out of the file." Cindy smiled, "Thank you so much for this interview."

"No problem." Randi chuckled as she began to walk towards her home. Cindy turned a tape recorder on.

"So, ver the years your style has changed, but kept your trademark funkiness. What do you attribute the small style changes to?" Cindy asked. Randi chuckled softy.

"Times change. Styles change. I had children and my tastes changed from the slutty need attention taste to the practical I need something easy to clean baby vomit off of." Randi laughed.

"I completely understand." Cindy chuckled, "Randi Wear over took New York, Paris, and Japan. What's left for you?"

"Mars? Neptune? The Aliens need some better fashion sense." Randi winked. Cindy laughed.

"Touché." Cindy said, "You haven't had an easy year had you?" Randi cast a sideways glance at Cindy.

"I knew these questions would eventually come." She said.

"If it's too personal I can keep asking fashion questions." Cindy said. Randi shook her head.

"No. It's fine." Randi said, "It's been hard, but what doesn't kill us makes us stronger is what they say now isn't it?"

"I suppose it is." She smiled, "Your husband, David?, he was injured and kidnapped." Randi nodded.

"Yeah. A sick individual took Dave from us. It took us awhile to get him back but we did. Dave is in physical therapy now and he's doing great." Randi smiled slightly.

"And your daughters? How did they take the ordeal? We saw a lot of them in the tabloids and such." Cindy said.

"Well, I think they're to young to fully understand it. Ireland I think she understood it best out of the three because he took her before. So I think she got a grasp on it. The others I'm not too sure about." Randi said walking to the house, "They're just happy that Dave is back. You can see it in their eyes."

"Yes. I understand. You have anything planned for 2009?" Cindy asked. Randi chuckled.

"Yeah to loose forty pounds." Randi chuckled as she took her keys out, "Well, this is my place. Sorry the interview was so short."

"No it was perfect." Cindy smiled softly; "It's great to hear from you. You can't be so shy Miranda. You're hot. You need to be out more than two interviews a year." Randi chuckled.

"You can put me down for another one in the beginning of 2009." Randi winked, "I'll be looking forward to reading it."

"Take care." Cindy smiled as she walked off. Randi shook her head as she walked into the house. She hated interviews. She didn't get into the fashion industry for the fame. She did it for the fun of it. She did it because she loved it.

August 30th, 2008

Week 34

The ropes dug into Dave's wrists. He could feel the blood dripping down his arms. He tugged hard, hoping he could loosen the ropes.

The basement smelled. The basement smelled like urine and blood. It embarrassed Dave. He had no where else to go. Charles wouldn't let him use the restroom. He wouldn't even give him a bottle. It made Dave feel like an animal. He felt like a caged animal.

The fear in the basement was so thick. Fear of dying was the most awful smell in the world. Dave knew that smell when he was in desert storm, but some how…. This smell was different. This fear was his own.

Every time Charles came down those creaky stairs Dave was sure it was his last moment on Earth. Charles' words about his girls sent fear coursing down Dave's spine. I will taste Sailor just as I taste Randi. She will need to become a woman someday.

He wanted out. He wanted out of this hell hold. What did he do so wrong to make God want to punish him like this?

"Do you think Randi cries herself to sleep at night?" Charles asked as he knelt in front of Dave. Dave growled.

"Fuck off." Dave hissed. Charles slapped Dave as hard as he could.

"Don't back talk to me or I will-"

"What? Kill me?" Dave asked. An evil smile crossed Charles' face.

"No. I will bring Lyric here. I will tie her up right across the room over there and rape her. You will see everything. You will watch the pain and the fear in her little hazel eyes." Charles said. Dave's stomach tied in knots. "Then when the fear starts to fade from her eyes, I will slit her throat. You can watch your baby girl bleed to death right in front of your eyes." Dave's lips quivered.

"Don't touch my babies please. I bed of you." Dave whispered, "You can do whatever you want to me, but please leave my babies alone." Charles smiled.

"You will die for them?" He asked. Dave nodded.

"Yes! Yes I will die for them! They're my world! Please don't touch them. Please don't!" Dave sobbed. Charles snickered.

"You're a poor excuse for a man, crying like that." He said.

"Don't touch them please." Dave continued to sob.

"Too late." Charles walked across the room and opened a door. There, to Dave's horror, Ireland, Lyric, and Sailor were tied up naked. They were bleeding and sobbing.

"Oh god! NO!" Dave cried.

"Daddy!!!" Sailor sobbed.

"Let them go please!!" Dave cried, "Please!! Please!!"

"I will after I slit their throat." Charles chuckled, "But I haven't showed you the best thing yet." Charles walked over to a box and picked up a pile of bloodied blankets as the girls cried for Dave. "Randi was sound asleep when I came into the bedroom. I tied her legs up and I tied her hands up and then I raped her."

"YOU SICK BASTARD!!" He yelled.

"And then when I was done, I took my knife and I cut your little girl from her belly." Charles said showing him the bundle, which held the baby. "She was too small and didn't make it."

"DAISY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! DAISY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dave screamed.

"DAISY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Dave screamed. Randi bolted from sleep as Dave thrashed around in the bed.

"Dave, wake up." She shook him, "Wake up, Dave." Dave sat up, sweat pouring off of him. He looked around the room. It was dark. It was dark like the basement. "Dave, are you okay?" Randi flipped on the light.

"Daisy…" Dave turned and looked at Randi's large stomach, "Sh-She's okay." He hugged Randi's belly and started to cry.

"Dave?" Randi touched his back, "Are you okay?"

"H-He killed her. H-He took her from you. I c-cant stop him." Dave sobbed into the fabric of Randi's nightgown.

"It was just a dream, Dave." Randi said softly.

"It felt so real. He touched them!! He r-raped the girls. He k-killed Daisy! I c-couldn't st-stop him." He sobbed. It finally clicked into Randi's head. She sighed softly.

"He's in jail, Dave." Randi caressed his back softly; "He can't get to the girls. He will never get to the girls." Dave's grip didn't loosen.

"It started out like every single day I was there but the ending…the ending was different." Dave whispered, "it's always a different ending." Randi frowned slightly.

"Always? How often do you have these dreams, Dave?" She asked. Dave pulled away as he looked at her.

"Every night." He whispered. Randi sighed.

"Oh Dave. You should have told me." She said, "There's no reason for you have to suffer alone. They said you might have nightmares and you'd probably have to talk with someone. I think that's wise. You really cant keep this all in."

"I don't want to talk to a shrink." Dave said.

"But I do. Will you do it for me and the girls?" Randi asked him. Dave looked away, "Today is my birthday, Dave. Give me the best birthday present in the world. Please. Just this."

"But…" Dave sighed softly, "I'm tired." Randi nodded.

"Sleep then, Dave, but we're talking about this in the morning." Randi lay back down in bed. Dave switched the light off.

"Good night." Dave muttered. He was reluctant to sleep. He knew what kind of dreams awaited him.

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