August 18th, 2009

Daisy pulled herself up on her now sturdy legs. She peered over her shoulder and looked at her parents who were watching TV. She giggled softly. She let go of the coffee and grinned.

"Dada!!!" She squealed. Dave and Randi's heads wiped around at the sound of her first words. She bounced as she stood.

"What did you say, Daze?" Dave got up not believing this.

"Dada!!" She clapped her hands with happiness. Randi gasped.

"Oh my god." Randi whispered. Daisy extended her hands towards Dave as she lifted up her right foot. Randi's eyes widened. "You can do it, Baby." Dave knelt down.

"Come on, Daisy. Come to Daddy." He said. Daisy giggled and took her first step and then a second before falling into Dave's arms. "Oh my god! You did it!" Tears formed in Randi's eyes.

"Sh-She's only ten months, Dave." She said.

"And she said her first words as she was taking her first steps. What a girl." Dave got up and tossed Daisy into the air.

"Can you say Mama, Daisy?" Randi asked, "Say mama."

"Mama!" Daisy giggled. Dave and Randi's jaws dropped.

"You've been holding out on us girl." He said. Daisy bounced in Dave's arms. Her red curls bounced around her face. Randi grinned brightly.

"How did we get such amazing and smart girls?" Randi asked.

"I have no idea." Dave said. Daisy giggled as he put her back down. She started to walk again to Randi. She grabbed her legs.

"Gosh, Daisy. You're growing up too quickly." Randi sighed. Daisy bounced on her legs with giggles. "I'm serious, Dave. We did something right. Ireland is an amazing actress. Lyric is already smart in the doctor department. Sailor is a skating prodigy and now Daisy is walking and talking at ten months."

"It's amazing really." He smiled. Randi picked Daisy up.

"Now you don't need to get Mommy a birthday present. This is perfect." Randi smiled. She had nearly forgotten that her birthday was in twelve days. She was turning thirty-six. She wasn't freaked out about this birthday. Randi walked out back and sat on the stairs.

She watched the girls who were in the back yard. Lyric was sitting at the picnic table reading one of Dave's medical books. Sailor was on top of the jungle gym, stretching. Ireland was singing as she slid down the slid. Randi chuckled as she put Daisy down. "Have fun."

"Shh, Mommy." Lyric mumbled.

"I'm sorry, Baby Doll." Randi smiled watching Daisy going into the daisy garden, "What are you reading about today?"

"C.O.P.D." Lyric smiled.

"I don't know what that it." Randi said. Lyric sighed deeply.

"Chronic Obstructive Pulmonary Disease, mother." She rolled her eyes. Randi smiled weakly and looked back at Daisy.

Sometimes having conversations with her daughters made her feel very stupid. She had no idea what Lyric was talking about and her daughter was only six. At least she could dance around Lyric when it came to designing clothes. Randi chuckled to herself.

"Mama!" Daisy called out. Randi looked at her. She was sitting in a pile of daisies. She had one stuck in her red curls. Randi chuckled.

"What are you doing silly girl?" She got up and went into the daisy patch. She sat down next to Daisy.

A cool breeze washed over her. A new smell entered Randi's nose. She closed her eyes, trying to pin point it. She heard a tiny whispered in her ears and felt arms wraparound her neck. A small kiss was placed on her cheek. Randi opened her eyes and looked around. No one was there but Daisy eating a daisy. Tear's prickled at her eyes.

"He's loves you, Mommy." Sailor walked up to her smiling.

"Wh-Who?" She whispered looking at her. Sailor giggled softly.

"Aaron of course." She laughed and skipped away. Randi's chest tightened as she felt the arms slip away from her neck. Randi turned around.

"Don't go." She whispered. Tears finally trickling down her cheek. "Aaron, please. I need you."

"You have us, Momma." Ireland jumped off of the swings. She looked at her eldest daughter, "But you always have Aaron. He kisses you every night when you sleep. He's the one who made us the way we are." Randi stared at her. She smiled softly.

"I love you, girls." She said. Ireland chuckled.

"We know you do." Randi looked down at Daisy. She was talking to the air. Randi smiled knowing she wasn't just talking to the air.

"Thank you, Aaron." She whispered, "Thank you so much."

September 2nd, 2009

Dave slowly opened his eyes. It was dark where ever he was. It smelled like wet dirt. Where was he and why did his head hurt? He tried to move but he couldn't. His hands were tied.

"What the fuck?" he grunted. Things were starting to come back. He headed towards the clinic for a chart and hands grabbed him. He hit his head as he was being dragged out. That's all he could remember. Who took him? He could hear footsteps above his head. He was in a basement.

Dave tugged on the ropes that were around his wrist a little bit harder. The knots were done very good. Whoever tied them knew what they were doing. A door opened and light spilled onto the floor. Heavy footsteps walked down the creaky stairs. Dave's heart beat loudly in his chest. Fear made his body tremble.

"Look who's away." Dave looked up at his kidnapper.

"Charles, what the fuck do you want?" He asked with anger.

"To torture you and then kill you." Charles smiled softly, "That sounds pretty cool now doesn't it." Dave shook his head.

"No. I want to go home." He said.

"Awwww. Daddy wants to go home to his wittle home." Charles mocked him. Dave's lips quivered slightly. Charles lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in Dave's face. Dave began coughing.

"Get the fuck away from me you insane bastard." He coughed.

"Or what?" Charles asked putting the cigarette out on Dave's leg.

"AHH!!!" Dave screamed. He pulled at the ropes around his wrists as he writhed in pain. Charles cackled in happiness.

"Get used to the pain, Dr. Malucci." He said walking up the stairs. Dave tried pulling on the ropes again. God, he hoped Randi was okay. He hoped the baby was okay. If Charles laid a single finger on him Dave would murder him.

"Help!!" Dave yelled. For the next hour, he screamed at the top of his lungs. His voice started to get horse. He needed water but he didn't dare ask Charles for any of it. He would probably poison it. "Fine, Charles!! You win!! You fucking win!!"

Dave didn't hear anything upstairs. He didn't hear any movement or even any laughter. He wondered where Charles was. Were he near Randi and the girls? He couldn't think like that. He needed to think positively. He would be found soon and he would be home with his family soon.

* * *

Dave sighed deeply and looked at his therapist with a frown.

"I'm uncomfortable reliving that experience and you know it." Dave said. She nodded slowly but didn't answer, "But you want me to talk about it. You want me to get rid of my nightmares."

"Don't you want that too?" She asked. Dave nodded.

"Very much so." He sighed. "I thought I would be cured by now."

"Cured. I see." She said.

"You see?" Dave sat up and looked at her; "I want Charles gone."

"Has he contacted you at all recently?" His therapist asked. Dave shook his head.

"No. No contact. Just the contact that he has in my head." He said.

"How are your sleeping patterns, Dave?" She asked.

"Now that Daisy sleeps through the night I only get up twice a night." He said.

"That's an improvement. How would you feel if I upped your dosage of sleeping pills?" Dave bit his lip slightly.

"I do need sleep." He said.

"I'll prescribe you some then. I'll also recommend you taking more time off from work and maybe get away from the kids and relax." She said, "try to eliminate a lot of your stresses and see if that helps. It may sound stupid, but try redecorating the waiting room of your clinic. That's where you were kidnapped from. It may help." Dave nodded slowly.

"I'll try it. It's been over a year and I'm just sick of this."

"I fully understand. Our hour is up, but maybe next week we can talk about your father?" The therapist suggested.

"Oh can't wait." He said sarcastically, "Thank you. I'll see you next week." He sighed softly as he left the room. He was so sick of these goddamn meetings. He had to remember why he was doing this. He wanted his life back.

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