Disclaimer: I'm really sick of this so I don't own anything. I came up with the plot and Sierra and Savannah Callaway.
Authors Note: Remember to read and review. Ask any questions if you have them.
Unexpected
Chapter Four
Stephanie couldn't believe the break down she had the night before. She was stronger than that. She was happy that someone had been there to comfort her. 'No,' she told herself, 'I didn't need comfort. I shouldn't have been crying in the first place.'
Stephanie dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She wanted to remove all traces of crying before she put in an appearance downstairs, even though the only reason Mark would be awake was Sierra, assuming he went to sleep at all.
Stephanie was out of the shower and dressed and everything in about thirty minutes. Since she didn't have any meetings or anything she didn't spend a lot of time one her appearance.
Steph looked at the clock it was almost 9 am no wonder she was so hungry. She went down to the kitchen to get some food since Mark was probably already up. She remembered from babysitting her niece that toddlers were up with the sun.
Steph went into the kitchen in search of food and found Sierra in her play pen that she was quickly growing out of. She didn't see Mark around which was weird because he didn't stray far from Sierra no matter what.
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Savannah was awoken by a knock on the door, it surprised her because that was acknowledging her existence. She had assumed that was forbidden. No one had knocked before entering before.
"Who's there?" she asked indifferently. Nothing she could do would stop them from coming in anyway.
Vince didn't answer but just walked into the room. He honestly wasn't sure why he felt the need to knock anyway. "Look I need you to lure your father here," Vince said. Maybe this approach would work more successfully than previous attempts. "If you help me then I'll let you go."
"Why should I help you? You want to her my father," Savannah said. She wasn't stupid like this man thought she was.
"Because you value your freedom more than anything else," Vince said. He didn't know how wrong he was.
"How many times must I remind you that my father is looking for me right now. He'll come here and I'll still be free, and I won't have to betray anyone. I, unlike some people around her have morals," Savannah told him.
"I've already told you he's probably on much more than friendly terms with my daughter, not even caring to look for you," Vince practically yelled. His temper was again rising. "As for morals. I do have morals. I get what I want by any means necessary."
"Well I'm not going to be a pawn in some mad man's plans to get revenge on my father for some reason I'm not even sure about," Savannah told him. She could tell she was angering him and it was making her happier.
"I'm not a mad man, I'm an evil genius," Vince said, "I want revenge because your father involved himself in something that wasn't any of his business." He was trying to reign in his temper that was rapidly surfacing.
"They say there's a fine line between genius and insanity," Savannah told him trying to control her hatred.
"Am I supposed to be afraid of a girl who can't protect herself?" Vince demanded. He couldn't believe he was trading insults with a teenager.
"You weren't saying I couldn't defend myself the other day when I kicked you in the balls," Savannah snapped with all the hatred she had in her.
Vince was unable to control his temper any longer. He smacked Savannah hard sending her crashing into the wall. He looked at her face and saw fear in her eyes despite her attempts to keep it out of her expression and actions.
Vince knew he would take advantage of the fear in her eyes but it took him a moment to convince himself to use the advantage he had. Eventually he struck the girl again and ordered his associates to hurt her further if she made a sound or did anything unacceptable.
Savannah pulled herself up and tried to pull herself together. She'd thought that he was going to try it again and she would have deserved it, though she wouldn't admit that to anyone. She deserved much more than the two smacks that she got for saying what she did.
"Why can't you just give in?" Savannah asked herself quietly, hoping the goons outside didn't her.
She waited a few minutes and knew nothing was going to happen. She decided that being quiet for the rest of the evening would probably be her safest bet.
She was stumped to why she hadn't just given up yet. There was no logical reason that she hadn't. She couldn't be lead by blind faith her entire life. There was this little voice in the back of her head that told her to hang on, but it was almost drowned out by all the other thoughts. It was still there, so she knew she couldn't give up faith. Anyone else would have given up faith long ago knowing it wasn't going to save her. Maybe it was just her foolish teenage, and Callaway, pride.
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Stephanie picked up Sierra and was quite curious to where Mark was. The downstairs bathroom, his office, and the living room were empty.
"Mark," she called loudly. Unfortunately she never got an answer.
"Where did your daddy go?" Steph asked. Sierra didn't give her an answer.
"Well Miss Sierra I bet your hungry," Stephanie said. Seeing the kitchen it didn't look like Mark had the chance to make breakfast before rushing off.
"I hungry," Sierra confirmed. Steph set her back in the play pen before starting to make eggs.
Stephanie stayed with Sierra all morning and heard, nor saw, hide or hair of Mark. She was really starting to get worried s she rocked Sierra before her nap. Sierra seemed to be pretty worried also. She noticed little things that told her that.
Stephanie laid Sierra in her crib and decided to call Mark again (she had earlier and got his voice mail). This time he picked up.
"Where the hell are you?" Stephanie asked. She had the right to ask the question.
"I had a hunch since the police don't seem to be listening to us. I decided to check the hunch out," Mark said. "It was a dead end."
"We'll find her eventually," Steph told him. She couldn't be angry with him anymore. "Next time you have a hunch tell me."
"Sorry," Mark said. "I'll be back shortly."
"Okay see you then. Bye."
"Bye."
Stephanie realized how much Mark trusted her. He'd run off and left Sierra with her without hesitating. She felt almost honored until she remembered that it was her family that got him into this mess. If her father wasn't such a psychotic maniac than Mark wouldn't need her help right now.
Stephanie decided to do her part if Mark had been out all morning following a hunch then she could call her father and see if she could figure out what he intended to get. She could then attempt to figure out a likely location. If anyone would be able to figure it out it would be her.
There it is. You've read now please, please review.
Authors Note: Remember to read and review. Ask any questions if you have them.
Unexpected
Chapter Four
Stephanie couldn't believe the break down she had the night before. She was stronger than that. She was happy that someone had been there to comfort her. 'No,' she told herself, 'I didn't need comfort. I shouldn't have been crying in the first place.'
Stephanie dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom. She wanted to remove all traces of crying before she put in an appearance downstairs, even though the only reason Mark would be awake was Sierra, assuming he went to sleep at all.
Stephanie was out of the shower and dressed and everything in about thirty minutes. Since she didn't have any meetings or anything she didn't spend a lot of time one her appearance.
Steph looked at the clock it was almost 9 am no wonder she was so hungry. She went down to the kitchen to get some food since Mark was probably already up. She remembered from babysitting her niece that toddlers were up with the sun.
Steph went into the kitchen in search of food and found Sierra in her play pen that she was quickly growing out of. She didn't see Mark around which was weird because he didn't stray far from Sierra no matter what.
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Savannah was awoken by a knock on the door, it surprised her because that was acknowledging her existence. She had assumed that was forbidden. No one had knocked before entering before.
"Who's there?" she asked indifferently. Nothing she could do would stop them from coming in anyway.
Vince didn't answer but just walked into the room. He honestly wasn't sure why he felt the need to knock anyway. "Look I need you to lure your father here," Vince said. Maybe this approach would work more successfully than previous attempts. "If you help me then I'll let you go."
"Why should I help you? You want to her my father," Savannah said. She wasn't stupid like this man thought she was.
"Because you value your freedom more than anything else," Vince said. He didn't know how wrong he was.
"How many times must I remind you that my father is looking for me right now. He'll come here and I'll still be free, and I won't have to betray anyone. I, unlike some people around her have morals," Savannah told him.
"I've already told you he's probably on much more than friendly terms with my daughter, not even caring to look for you," Vince practically yelled. His temper was again rising. "As for morals. I do have morals. I get what I want by any means necessary."
"Well I'm not going to be a pawn in some mad man's plans to get revenge on my father for some reason I'm not even sure about," Savannah told him. She could tell she was angering him and it was making her happier.
"I'm not a mad man, I'm an evil genius," Vince said, "I want revenge because your father involved himself in something that wasn't any of his business." He was trying to reign in his temper that was rapidly surfacing.
"They say there's a fine line between genius and insanity," Savannah told him trying to control her hatred.
"Am I supposed to be afraid of a girl who can't protect herself?" Vince demanded. He couldn't believe he was trading insults with a teenager.
"You weren't saying I couldn't defend myself the other day when I kicked you in the balls," Savannah snapped with all the hatred she had in her.
Vince was unable to control his temper any longer. He smacked Savannah hard sending her crashing into the wall. He looked at her face and saw fear in her eyes despite her attempts to keep it out of her expression and actions.
Vince knew he would take advantage of the fear in her eyes but it took him a moment to convince himself to use the advantage he had. Eventually he struck the girl again and ordered his associates to hurt her further if she made a sound or did anything unacceptable.
Savannah pulled herself up and tried to pull herself together. She'd thought that he was going to try it again and she would have deserved it, though she wouldn't admit that to anyone. She deserved much more than the two smacks that she got for saying what she did.
"Why can't you just give in?" Savannah asked herself quietly, hoping the goons outside didn't her.
She waited a few minutes and knew nothing was going to happen. She decided that being quiet for the rest of the evening would probably be her safest bet.
She was stumped to why she hadn't just given up yet. There was no logical reason that she hadn't. She couldn't be lead by blind faith her entire life. There was this little voice in the back of her head that told her to hang on, but it was almost drowned out by all the other thoughts. It was still there, so she knew she couldn't give up faith. Anyone else would have given up faith long ago knowing it wasn't going to save her. Maybe it was just her foolish teenage, and Callaway, pride.
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Stephanie picked up Sierra and was quite curious to where Mark was. The downstairs bathroom, his office, and the living room were empty.
"Mark," she called loudly. Unfortunately she never got an answer.
"Where did your daddy go?" Steph asked. Sierra didn't give her an answer.
"Well Miss Sierra I bet your hungry," Stephanie said. Seeing the kitchen it didn't look like Mark had the chance to make breakfast before rushing off.
"I hungry," Sierra confirmed. Steph set her back in the play pen before starting to make eggs.
Stephanie stayed with Sierra all morning and heard, nor saw, hide or hair of Mark. She was really starting to get worried s she rocked Sierra before her nap. Sierra seemed to be pretty worried also. She noticed little things that told her that.
Stephanie laid Sierra in her crib and decided to call Mark again (she had earlier and got his voice mail). This time he picked up.
"Where the hell are you?" Stephanie asked. She had the right to ask the question.
"I had a hunch since the police don't seem to be listening to us. I decided to check the hunch out," Mark said. "It was a dead end."
"We'll find her eventually," Steph told him. She couldn't be angry with him anymore. "Next time you have a hunch tell me."
"Sorry," Mark said. "I'll be back shortly."
"Okay see you then. Bye."
"Bye."
Stephanie realized how much Mark trusted her. He'd run off and left Sierra with her without hesitating. She felt almost honored until she remembered that it was her family that got him into this mess. If her father wasn't such a psychotic maniac than Mark wouldn't need her help right now.
Stephanie decided to do her part if Mark had been out all morning following a hunch then she could call her father and see if she could figure out what he intended to get. She could then attempt to figure out a likely location. If anyone would be able to figure it out it would be her.
There it is. You've read now please, please review.