CHAPTER NINE
Scully wanted to bang her head against the steering wheel. Mulder and the CSM had been arguing non-stop ever since they left the motel and showed no signs of letting up.
Finally, Scully had enough, " Would you two shut up?" she snapped at them, " I am getting sick and tired of hearing you guys squabble…"
The two men glared at her but kept quiet.
A few minutes later, Mulder's cell phone rang and he answered it, " Agent Mulder speaking."
There was a long pause. Mulder could hear the caller breathing, " Hello?"
The caller cleared his throat, " Um, hi Agent Mulder."
" Hi…who's calling?"
" I can't tell you," the voice belonged to a teenager, " If I do, I might get into trouble."
" How did you get my cell number?" Mulder demanded the boy.
The teenager ignored the question, " I'm calling about that woman who was abducted…Carly."
" What do you know about it?" Mulder asked calmly not wanting to scare the boy into hanging up.
The boy told him the whole story, " Carly said their next destination is Wicklow in Maryland." The boy concluded as Mulder wrote the name down on his notepad.
" That's a whole day's drive from here." Mulder said.
" Can I go now?" the boy asked Mulder, " I've done what she wanted."
" Yes you did…you said she had red hair?"
" Yeah, she told me the woman made her dye her hair." The boy recalled.
" Okay thanks kid." Mulder paused, " Was there anything else?" Mulder wanted to know the name of the motel, but feared it might put the boy in danger.
" Nope. That was it."
* * *
Carly was woken by the sound of the motel door opening. She sat rigidly as Sandra entered the motel room, smelling of bourbon and her eyes were glazed over, she was drunk and stoned.
The woman stumbled around the living room, muttering something unintelligible under her breath before whirling around to face her hostage, " I've decided not to wait any longer." She slurred.
" Wait for what?" Carly asked, shrinking back into the couch, wishing she could just disappear.
Sandra wobbled closer and fished her gun out of her handbag, " I'm ready to kill you now."
Carly stared at the gun in horror, " Sandra, please…"
" Begging will do you no good," Sandra rasped and pulled the trigger…
Carly jolted awake, sweat running down her forehead. She pushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes as she rose from the sofa. She had fallen asleep after eating the pizza and she noticed half of the pizza was still left in the box and it was cold. She made a face, she hated cold pizza and greasy boxes. Her stomach churned at the thought of the ham and pineapple slices she ate earlier.
Carly carried the box into the kitchen and left it on the counter. She glanced at the clock; it was nearly 1 am and Sandra had not yet returned.
She's probably drunk and stoned at the pub, Carly thought disgusted, I remember that night in the movie theatre, she certainly likes her drugs.
Carly went into one of the bedrooms and kicked of her sandals. She wished she had her nightgown or a change of clothes. She'd been wearing her jeans, polo shirt and purple sweater ever since she'd been abducted. If she was rescued, she was going to burn these clothes.
It's a pretty big if. No one knows where you are. Unless Zack does good on the favour. If not, you've wasted fifty bucks on a kid who'll most likely spend on it booze.
She curled up under the blankets and waited for sleep to come.
To help her sleep, she conjured up an image of her lover's face. She missed him and imagined he was lying in bed with her and was wrapping his arms around her like he did every night back home.
She wondered if that would ever happen again….
* * *
Carly went into the bathroom and ran a hand through her messy hair and splashed some cold water onto her face to wake up. Then she went into the living room to find her abductor sleeping on the couch, snoring loudly with her mouth wide open. It wasn't a pretty sight. Carly went into the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of coffee.
Once the kettle was boiled, she opened a small packet of instant coffee that the motel supplies and poured it into a mug. She filled the mug with the boiled water and added two packets of sugar into it and stirred it with a spoon before taking it back into her bedroom.
Two hours later, Sandra awoke and groaned, she had the fiercest headache. She couldn't remember where she went or what she drank last night. She stumbled into the bathroom and checked her reflection in the mirror. She looked totally awful-her long hair was matted and greasy-looking. Her dark eyes were blood-shot and her face was pasty.
She had a long, hot shower and went back into the living room drying her hair as she went. " Carly where are you?" she called out and Carly's bedroom door opened, " Here." She said and walked over to Sandra.
" I feel totally awful, but that won't put a damper on my plans for you." Sandra told her hostage, " We will be leaving today and heading for Wicklow." Wicklow was a small, rural town where she and her brother had grown-up in.
Carly hoped that Scully, Mulder and the CSM would be waiting for them when they arrive in Wicklow…
Scully wanted to bang her head against the steering wheel. Mulder and the CSM had been arguing non-stop ever since they left the motel and showed no signs of letting up.
Finally, Scully had enough, " Would you two shut up?" she snapped at them, " I am getting sick and tired of hearing you guys squabble…"
The two men glared at her but kept quiet.
A few minutes later, Mulder's cell phone rang and he answered it, " Agent Mulder speaking."
There was a long pause. Mulder could hear the caller breathing, " Hello?"
The caller cleared his throat, " Um, hi Agent Mulder."
" Hi…who's calling?"
" I can't tell you," the voice belonged to a teenager, " If I do, I might get into trouble."
" How did you get my cell number?" Mulder demanded the boy.
The teenager ignored the question, " I'm calling about that woman who was abducted…Carly."
" What do you know about it?" Mulder asked calmly not wanting to scare the boy into hanging up.
The boy told him the whole story, " Carly said their next destination is Wicklow in Maryland." The boy concluded as Mulder wrote the name down on his notepad.
" That's a whole day's drive from here." Mulder said.
" Can I go now?" the boy asked Mulder, " I've done what she wanted."
" Yes you did…you said she had red hair?"
" Yeah, she told me the woman made her dye her hair." The boy recalled.
" Okay thanks kid." Mulder paused, " Was there anything else?" Mulder wanted to know the name of the motel, but feared it might put the boy in danger.
" Nope. That was it."
* * *
Carly was woken by the sound of the motel door opening. She sat rigidly as Sandra entered the motel room, smelling of bourbon and her eyes were glazed over, she was drunk and stoned.
The woman stumbled around the living room, muttering something unintelligible under her breath before whirling around to face her hostage, " I've decided not to wait any longer." She slurred.
" Wait for what?" Carly asked, shrinking back into the couch, wishing she could just disappear.
Sandra wobbled closer and fished her gun out of her handbag, " I'm ready to kill you now."
Carly stared at the gun in horror, " Sandra, please…"
" Begging will do you no good," Sandra rasped and pulled the trigger…
Carly jolted awake, sweat running down her forehead. She pushed her sweaty bangs out of her eyes as she rose from the sofa. She had fallen asleep after eating the pizza and she noticed half of the pizza was still left in the box and it was cold. She made a face, she hated cold pizza and greasy boxes. Her stomach churned at the thought of the ham and pineapple slices she ate earlier.
Carly carried the box into the kitchen and left it on the counter. She glanced at the clock; it was nearly 1 am and Sandra had not yet returned.
She's probably drunk and stoned at the pub, Carly thought disgusted, I remember that night in the movie theatre, she certainly likes her drugs.
Carly went into one of the bedrooms and kicked of her sandals. She wished she had her nightgown or a change of clothes. She'd been wearing her jeans, polo shirt and purple sweater ever since she'd been abducted. If she was rescued, she was going to burn these clothes.
It's a pretty big if. No one knows where you are. Unless Zack does good on the favour. If not, you've wasted fifty bucks on a kid who'll most likely spend on it booze.
She curled up under the blankets and waited for sleep to come.
To help her sleep, she conjured up an image of her lover's face. She missed him and imagined he was lying in bed with her and was wrapping his arms around her like he did every night back home.
She wondered if that would ever happen again….
* * *
Carly went into the bathroom and ran a hand through her messy hair and splashed some cold water onto her face to wake up. Then she went into the living room to find her abductor sleeping on the couch, snoring loudly with her mouth wide open. It wasn't a pretty sight. Carly went into the kitchen to make herself a strong cup of coffee.
Once the kettle was boiled, she opened a small packet of instant coffee that the motel supplies and poured it into a mug. She filled the mug with the boiled water and added two packets of sugar into it and stirred it with a spoon before taking it back into her bedroom.
Two hours later, Sandra awoke and groaned, she had the fiercest headache. She couldn't remember where she went or what she drank last night. She stumbled into the bathroom and checked her reflection in the mirror. She looked totally awful-her long hair was matted and greasy-looking. Her dark eyes were blood-shot and her face was pasty.
She had a long, hot shower and went back into the living room drying her hair as she went. " Carly where are you?" she called out and Carly's bedroom door opened, " Here." She said and walked over to Sandra.
" I feel totally awful, but that won't put a damper on my plans for you." Sandra told her hostage, " We will be leaving today and heading for Wicklow." Wicklow was a small, rural town where she and her brother had grown-up in.
Carly hoped that Scully, Mulder and the CSM would be waiting for them when they arrive in Wicklow…
