Wow guys thanks for the reviews! Sorry if this chapter isn't as good as the
rest but I lost my voice and have this cold and all I fell like doing is
sleeping. So here's another chapter!
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She was trying to scream, she really was! The hand was clamped so tight around her mouth, that she was doing her best to breathe. Her backpack was jerked off her back and thrown to the ground. Whoever it was had a strong grip on her and try as she might, she could not slip out of his grasp. He pulled her over to the side of the driveway as she continued to struggle. She was still some-what in a standing position, so she reared back her leg and swung it as hard as she could at his knee.
He yelped in pain but didn't loosen his grip on her. Instead, he fought back and gave her a hard punch in the jaw. She was stunned, so stunned in fact that he managed to drag her to his near-by car.
"You're going to come along without a fight now aren't you," he said holding a gun to her temple.
Her heavy breathing and inability to move only enabled her to give a slight nod.
"Good," he said, and threw her into the back of his car.
Back at Mort's House
He was feeling a little upset about the phone call last night. "What if he does something drastic?" Mort asked himself as he paced back and forth through his living room. Then he began to think, "Maybe I'm going through another one of those phases again," he said still not ceasing to pace. Shooter was still in the back of his mind and Mort wasn't going to let him come out. "Yeah, that's it," he said as he sat down on the couch, "He's not real." It was at that moment that Mort had the urge to take a nap. In fact, that's all her felt like doing. He swung his feet over the side of the couch and put his head on the pillow. "It will be a while before Lyddie gets home from school," he assured himself as he closed his eyes. Little did he know she wouldn't be coming home that night...
Lyddie sat completely stunned and frightened in the back of a black Oldsmobile. The man that had abducted her kept glaring at her from the driver's seat. "Sit there and don't move," he said in a gruff voice, "You wouldn't want to go and get yourself killed now would you?"
Lyddie just starred at him, "He reminds me of someone..." she thought to herself.
They drove for what seemed like days but in reality it was only about an hour. They reached an abandoned warehouse off the side of a dirt road. It was a wooded area they seemed to be abandoned by humans. The man got out of the car and opened the back door. He then pulled Lyddie out of the car and held the gun to her head again. "Walk," he commanded. Lyddie did as she was told biting her lip as she entered the dark building. He shoved her down into a chair and tied her hands to the back of it. Next, he put a piece of duct tape over her mouth. Lyddie had a million questions and no answers. She felt helpless and afraid. She desperately wanted to call out for help.
The man sat down at a desk and took his cell phone out of his pocket. Quickly, he dialed a number on the phone. "Hello Mr. Rainey, I believe we spoke last night..."
Mort had been awakened by the sudden ringing of the phone. He hadn't expected to hear this unknown man's voice on the other end. "What do you want?" Mort asked still half-asleep.
"Mr. Rainey," the man spoke with a southern accent, "As I told you last night, you will pay for what you have done."
"What do you mean? Why are you calling me?" Mort asked rubbing his head.
"Mr. Rainey, this is Eric Miller. I believe you knew Ted, my brother. I would just like you to know that your lovely daughter is here with me. And if you want her back without a bullet through her head or a slit in her throat, you better listen carefully."
Lyddie struggled in her seat, her eyes filling with tears.
Mort stood up with a shocked look on his face "Don't you lay a hand on her," he said calmly, trying not to act as shocked and afraid as he was.
"I'll do more than that if you don't do as I say. You will go to the police and turn yourself in for the murder of my brother as well as his wife, and your ex-wife Amy. After they take you away, you may have your daughter back. You're going away for a long time, Mr. Rainey," Eric said with an evil grin.
"You're crazy! I'm going to the police!" Mort yelled.
"What good will that do? The police won't help you because as soon as you go to them you'll find Lydia dead on your porch with no one but yourself to blame. You have 4 days," Eric continued.
"I want to talk to my daughter," Mort said sitting down again. He was stuck and he knew it.
"Good-bye Mr. Rainey, remember, 4 days," Eric said and then pushed a button on his cell phone ending the call. He then stood up, grinning at Lyddie with a cruel smile. Tears were running down Lyddie's cheeks. Her expressing looked hurt beyond belief.
Mort listened into the phone until the voice on the other end said "please hang up and try again". He starred at the phone for a moment and then placed it back on the hook. He put his head into his hands. Of course Eric knew about Mort being suspected of murdering Ted and Amy, who didn't?
Eric walked over to Lyddie and tore the tape off her mouth. She gasped in pain and then began sobbing. She couldn't believe it. Her life was beginning to fix itself when this had to happen. Mort was stuck in this ugly situation, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Eric was right. If Mort did go to the police she would end up dead on his porch, but if he didn't turn himself in her fate would be the same. The only way to get her back alive was to confess to the murder of Ted Miller and Amy Rainey.
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Well there you go. It's not that long but I feel like crap right now so I feel the need to go take a long nap on the couch. But before I go I want to reply to my reviewers:
Pandagal- Thank you! I hope this chapter answered your question!
K-rock- Thank you Thank you
Jack-Sparrow-Lover- Hey! Glad you're reading my sequel!
Dawnie-7- Well, now you know a little bit of what's going on!
Spikelovesmenotu- You're very welcome! You have to be one of my more enthusiastic reviewers LoL!
You know what to do if you want more! Review Review Review! I'm hard at work on chapter 3!
...Stuck...
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She was trying to scream, she really was! The hand was clamped so tight around her mouth, that she was doing her best to breathe. Her backpack was jerked off her back and thrown to the ground. Whoever it was had a strong grip on her and try as she might, she could not slip out of his grasp. He pulled her over to the side of the driveway as she continued to struggle. She was still some-what in a standing position, so she reared back her leg and swung it as hard as she could at his knee.
He yelped in pain but didn't loosen his grip on her. Instead, he fought back and gave her a hard punch in the jaw. She was stunned, so stunned in fact that he managed to drag her to his near-by car.
"You're going to come along without a fight now aren't you," he said holding a gun to her temple.
Her heavy breathing and inability to move only enabled her to give a slight nod.
"Good," he said, and threw her into the back of his car.
Back at Mort's House
He was feeling a little upset about the phone call last night. "What if he does something drastic?" Mort asked himself as he paced back and forth through his living room. Then he began to think, "Maybe I'm going through another one of those phases again," he said still not ceasing to pace. Shooter was still in the back of his mind and Mort wasn't going to let him come out. "Yeah, that's it," he said as he sat down on the couch, "He's not real." It was at that moment that Mort had the urge to take a nap. In fact, that's all her felt like doing. He swung his feet over the side of the couch and put his head on the pillow. "It will be a while before Lyddie gets home from school," he assured himself as he closed his eyes. Little did he know she wouldn't be coming home that night...
Lyddie sat completely stunned and frightened in the back of a black Oldsmobile. The man that had abducted her kept glaring at her from the driver's seat. "Sit there and don't move," he said in a gruff voice, "You wouldn't want to go and get yourself killed now would you?"
Lyddie just starred at him, "He reminds me of someone..." she thought to herself.
They drove for what seemed like days but in reality it was only about an hour. They reached an abandoned warehouse off the side of a dirt road. It was a wooded area they seemed to be abandoned by humans. The man got out of the car and opened the back door. He then pulled Lyddie out of the car and held the gun to her head again. "Walk," he commanded. Lyddie did as she was told biting her lip as she entered the dark building. He shoved her down into a chair and tied her hands to the back of it. Next, he put a piece of duct tape over her mouth. Lyddie had a million questions and no answers. She felt helpless and afraid. She desperately wanted to call out for help.
The man sat down at a desk and took his cell phone out of his pocket. Quickly, he dialed a number on the phone. "Hello Mr. Rainey, I believe we spoke last night..."
Mort had been awakened by the sudden ringing of the phone. He hadn't expected to hear this unknown man's voice on the other end. "What do you want?" Mort asked still half-asleep.
"Mr. Rainey," the man spoke with a southern accent, "As I told you last night, you will pay for what you have done."
"What do you mean? Why are you calling me?" Mort asked rubbing his head.
"Mr. Rainey, this is Eric Miller. I believe you knew Ted, my brother. I would just like you to know that your lovely daughter is here with me. And if you want her back without a bullet through her head or a slit in her throat, you better listen carefully."
Lyddie struggled in her seat, her eyes filling with tears.
Mort stood up with a shocked look on his face "Don't you lay a hand on her," he said calmly, trying not to act as shocked and afraid as he was.
"I'll do more than that if you don't do as I say. You will go to the police and turn yourself in for the murder of my brother as well as his wife, and your ex-wife Amy. After they take you away, you may have your daughter back. You're going away for a long time, Mr. Rainey," Eric said with an evil grin.
"You're crazy! I'm going to the police!" Mort yelled.
"What good will that do? The police won't help you because as soon as you go to them you'll find Lydia dead on your porch with no one but yourself to blame. You have 4 days," Eric continued.
"I want to talk to my daughter," Mort said sitting down again. He was stuck and he knew it.
"Good-bye Mr. Rainey, remember, 4 days," Eric said and then pushed a button on his cell phone ending the call. He then stood up, grinning at Lyddie with a cruel smile. Tears were running down Lyddie's cheeks. Her expressing looked hurt beyond belief.
Mort listened into the phone until the voice on the other end said "please hang up and try again". He starred at the phone for a moment and then placed it back on the hook. He put his head into his hands. Of course Eric knew about Mort being suspected of murdering Ted and Amy, who didn't?
Eric walked over to Lyddie and tore the tape off her mouth. She gasped in pain and then began sobbing. She couldn't believe it. Her life was beginning to fix itself when this had to happen. Mort was stuck in this ugly situation, and there wasn't a thing she could do about it. Eric was right. If Mort did go to the police she would end up dead on his porch, but if he didn't turn himself in her fate would be the same. The only way to get her back alive was to confess to the murder of Ted Miller and Amy Rainey.
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Well there you go. It's not that long but I feel like crap right now so I feel the need to go take a long nap on the couch. But before I go I want to reply to my reviewers:
Pandagal- Thank you! I hope this chapter answered your question!
K-rock- Thank you Thank you
Jack-Sparrow-Lover- Hey! Glad you're reading my sequel!
Dawnie-7- Well, now you know a little bit of what's going on!
Spikelovesmenotu- You're very welcome! You have to be one of my more enthusiastic reviewers LoL!
You know what to do if you want more! Review Review Review! I'm hard at work on chapter 3!