I stayed home from school today, so I sat on the computer most of it. I
still don't feel that great, but I managed to write another chapter for you
guys!
...Escape...
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Mort paced back and forth, cigarette in his mouth. He didn't usually smoke, but he was under so much stress, he found it necessary. He didn't know what to make of the situation. Lydia was gone and he didn't know where she could be found, or if she was safe. He figured she wasn't since the man obviously had some-sort of weapon that he planned on killing her with if he didn't turn himself in. This only made him more upset.
**
It was getting late. Lyddie was still sitting in her chair. Slowly, she began to drift off into sleep.
She dreamed. She dreamed of being a little girl again living in her old home that was no more. Amy and Mort were sitting on the porch together watching her blow bubbles in the yard. She was happily squealing when she blew an especially big one.
She was awakened by a heavy push on her shoulder. "You want something to eat or not?" Eric Milner asked in a not so polite voice.
Lyddie had forgotten where she was. But how could anyone forget that great of a detail? Eric was standing in front of her. He was holding what looked like a burnt piece of toast.
"How can I?" Lyddie asked, keeping her the tone of her voice steady. "My hands are tied behind me and I don't expect you to feed me." Of course she wanted food though. It had been 24 hours since she had last eaten. He stomach growled angrily at her, as if was threatening to digest itself right then and there.
"I only have to put up with you for 4 days," he said untying the ropes on her hands, "Just remember what happened if you try anything funny." He flashed a pocket knife at her and then shoved the piece of toast into her hands.
She nibbled at it while she looked at her wrists. They had deep red marks in them from the rope. She took her eyes away from them, and finished off her toast.
Eric was starring at her, "I think I'm going to pay your Dad a little visit today," he said flashing an evil grin. "You, however, will be staying here." He then re-tied her hands to the back of the chair. It hurt more this time, because her wrists were sore and red from the rope being tied to them so tight earlier.
Lyddie watched through a window as he got into his car and drove towards Mort's cabin.
**
Mort was starring at the phone. "I really don't want to do this," he thought to himself, "But if I don't Lyddie won't be safe." He didn't move however. He just kept looking at the phone.
There was a loud knock at the door. "Oh God now what?" Mort asked himself. He decided to ignore it. Whoever it was would just have to come back later. The knocking continued until Mort decided that the person wasn't going away without speaking with him.
He put his glasses on and walked a little less than gracefully over to the door. Slowly he opened it. The man at the door seemed vaguely familiar in some way.
"Good morning Mr. Rainey," he said with his Southern accent. "I sure hope you took what I said yesterday seriously," the man continued.
"Are you Eric Milner?" Mort asked adjusting his classes.
"Darn right I'm Eric Milner. I'm guessing you haven't called the police yet, have you?"
"No. Where is Lydia," Mort asked rage building in the back of his eyes.
"Oh she's fine...right now...but she won't be if you don't hurry up and turn yourself in," Eric said looking him square in the eyes. "You see Mr. Rainey, I'm a man who gets what he wants, and what I want is justice for my brother."
Mort stepped outside, closing the door behind him. He felt like giving this Mr. Eric a good punch in the nose.
"Mr. Rainey, you only have 3 more days. I would get hurrying if I was you," Eric said and started turning to walk back to his car. Mort stepped in his path.
"I want to speak with my daughter," he said trying to remain calm as he began to make fists with his hands, "I won't do anything until then."
"Well," Eric said looking at his watch, "I'll see if I can give you a call tomorrow. I have some business to attend to now." Eric stepped past him and opened his car door.
Mort watched as he drove away. He kicked the side of the screen door. He was upset. Lyddie was his only family left and he intended to see that she would be home safe. But what about what Eric said about turning himself in. Could he really do that?
**
Eric pulled up at the warehouse again. Walking in, he completely ignored Lydia.
"What did you do?" Lyddie asked a concerned expression on her face.
He ignored her question. "What did you do?" Lyddie repeated more slowly this time.
He looked over at her. "We talked," he said flatly.
"You didn't do anything to him did you?" Lyddie asked not taking her eyes off Eric for one moment.
"No. Not yet at least. He still has a few days to think about...things," Eric said while putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it.
The smoke made Lyddie cough. She wasn't used to its foul scent. She had been thinking while Eric was away. If she had any hope of escaping and saving herself along with Mort, she was going to have to act now. She waited until Eric was done talking on the phone to, what sounded like, a very good friend of his.
"I need to use the bathroom," Lyddie said with a calm look on her face. Everybody's got to go, right?
"What?" Eric asked taking the cigarette out of his mouth.
"The bathroom, I need to use it. There IS one in here isn't there?"
Eric looked at her with suspicious eyes, "Yeah, there is."
He led her to the small bathroom. Lyddie entered and closed the door behind her. She put her ear up to the door and listened. She heard footsteps walking in the other direction. She turned around and looked up at the small window. "Perfect," she whispered. While standing on the toilet, she carefully attempted to raise the window without making too much noise. She climbed up to it and inched herself out of it. She hit the ground with a thud, and then she took off running.
Unfortunately, Eric saw her though one of the front windows. "What the..." he said and then stood up and took off after her. He began chasing her. "Stop!" he ordered.
Lyddie merely looked back and gave him a one-fingered communication.
Anger rose into Eric. He pulled out his gun. "Get back here NOW!" he yelled again.
Lyddie looked back with terror in her eyes. The gun was aimed at her. With a loud bang, it went off.
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Ok there you go! I'm a bit too tired to respond to my reviewers right now. I'm going to go take a nap in my bathrobe on the couch for a while. Review if you want more!!
...Escape...
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Mort paced back and forth, cigarette in his mouth. He didn't usually smoke, but he was under so much stress, he found it necessary. He didn't know what to make of the situation. Lydia was gone and he didn't know where she could be found, or if she was safe. He figured she wasn't since the man obviously had some-sort of weapon that he planned on killing her with if he didn't turn himself in. This only made him more upset.
**
It was getting late. Lyddie was still sitting in her chair. Slowly, she began to drift off into sleep.
She dreamed. She dreamed of being a little girl again living in her old home that was no more. Amy and Mort were sitting on the porch together watching her blow bubbles in the yard. She was happily squealing when she blew an especially big one.
She was awakened by a heavy push on her shoulder. "You want something to eat or not?" Eric Milner asked in a not so polite voice.
Lyddie had forgotten where she was. But how could anyone forget that great of a detail? Eric was standing in front of her. He was holding what looked like a burnt piece of toast.
"How can I?" Lyddie asked, keeping her the tone of her voice steady. "My hands are tied behind me and I don't expect you to feed me." Of course she wanted food though. It had been 24 hours since she had last eaten. He stomach growled angrily at her, as if was threatening to digest itself right then and there.
"I only have to put up with you for 4 days," he said untying the ropes on her hands, "Just remember what happened if you try anything funny." He flashed a pocket knife at her and then shoved the piece of toast into her hands.
She nibbled at it while she looked at her wrists. They had deep red marks in them from the rope. She took her eyes away from them, and finished off her toast.
Eric was starring at her, "I think I'm going to pay your Dad a little visit today," he said flashing an evil grin. "You, however, will be staying here." He then re-tied her hands to the back of the chair. It hurt more this time, because her wrists were sore and red from the rope being tied to them so tight earlier.
Lyddie watched through a window as he got into his car and drove towards Mort's cabin.
**
Mort was starring at the phone. "I really don't want to do this," he thought to himself, "But if I don't Lyddie won't be safe." He didn't move however. He just kept looking at the phone.
There was a loud knock at the door. "Oh God now what?" Mort asked himself. He decided to ignore it. Whoever it was would just have to come back later. The knocking continued until Mort decided that the person wasn't going away without speaking with him.
He put his glasses on and walked a little less than gracefully over to the door. Slowly he opened it. The man at the door seemed vaguely familiar in some way.
"Good morning Mr. Rainey," he said with his Southern accent. "I sure hope you took what I said yesterday seriously," the man continued.
"Are you Eric Milner?" Mort asked adjusting his classes.
"Darn right I'm Eric Milner. I'm guessing you haven't called the police yet, have you?"
"No. Where is Lydia," Mort asked rage building in the back of his eyes.
"Oh she's fine...right now...but she won't be if you don't hurry up and turn yourself in," Eric said looking him square in the eyes. "You see Mr. Rainey, I'm a man who gets what he wants, and what I want is justice for my brother."
Mort stepped outside, closing the door behind him. He felt like giving this Mr. Eric a good punch in the nose.
"Mr. Rainey, you only have 3 more days. I would get hurrying if I was you," Eric said and started turning to walk back to his car. Mort stepped in his path.
"I want to speak with my daughter," he said trying to remain calm as he began to make fists with his hands, "I won't do anything until then."
"Well," Eric said looking at his watch, "I'll see if I can give you a call tomorrow. I have some business to attend to now." Eric stepped past him and opened his car door.
Mort watched as he drove away. He kicked the side of the screen door. He was upset. Lyddie was his only family left and he intended to see that she would be home safe. But what about what Eric said about turning himself in. Could he really do that?
**
Eric pulled up at the warehouse again. Walking in, he completely ignored Lydia.
"What did you do?" Lyddie asked a concerned expression on her face.
He ignored her question. "What did you do?" Lyddie repeated more slowly this time.
He looked over at her. "We talked," he said flatly.
"You didn't do anything to him did you?" Lyddie asked not taking her eyes off Eric for one moment.
"No. Not yet at least. He still has a few days to think about...things," Eric said while putting a cigarette in his mouth and lighting it.
The smoke made Lyddie cough. She wasn't used to its foul scent. She had been thinking while Eric was away. If she had any hope of escaping and saving herself along with Mort, she was going to have to act now. She waited until Eric was done talking on the phone to, what sounded like, a very good friend of his.
"I need to use the bathroom," Lyddie said with a calm look on her face. Everybody's got to go, right?
"What?" Eric asked taking the cigarette out of his mouth.
"The bathroom, I need to use it. There IS one in here isn't there?"
Eric looked at her with suspicious eyes, "Yeah, there is."
He led her to the small bathroom. Lyddie entered and closed the door behind her. She put her ear up to the door and listened. She heard footsteps walking in the other direction. She turned around and looked up at the small window. "Perfect," she whispered. While standing on the toilet, she carefully attempted to raise the window without making too much noise. She climbed up to it and inched herself out of it. She hit the ground with a thud, and then she took off running.
Unfortunately, Eric saw her though one of the front windows. "What the..." he said and then stood up and took off after her. He began chasing her. "Stop!" he ordered.
Lyddie merely looked back and gave him a one-fingered communication.
Anger rose into Eric. He pulled out his gun. "Get back here NOW!" he yelled again.
Lyddie looked back with terror in her eyes. The gun was aimed at her. With a loud bang, it went off.
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Ok there you go! I'm a bit too tired to respond to my reviewers right now. I'm going to go take a nap in my bathrobe on the couch for a while. Review if you want more!!