Wow! No wonder Mort takes all those naps! They really do make you feel
better! Yeah I feel a lot better now. Here's chapter 4!
...Day 4...
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Lydia stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around and gave an astonished look to Eric. He had missed but he was looking as if he was going to fire again, only this time, hitting her dead on. Her breathing was heavy. She was completely stunned that he would even fire at her and she didn't know what to do. His face showed no emotion of what he had just done. Lyddie, however, looked as if the bullet hadn't missed.
"What's wrong with you?" Eric yelled. "Don't you get it? This isn't a game!"
Eric walked up to her. Lyddie took an equal number of steps backward. He lunged at her throat, grabbing it with sickening force. Lyddie struggled in his grasp, but when you can't breathe, your options are limited. "I don't think you understand. Your life is on the line here, and the way your daddy seems to be handling it, you won't see your next birthday," he whispered in her ear.
Lyddie gasped for breath. She felt his stubby nails digging into the sides of her neck. "O...k..." she managed to breathe out.
He loosened his grip, leading her back inside. "The chair seemed to be working nicely," he commented as he shoved her back down onto the chair.
"I'm defeated," she thought, "There's no way out now."
Saturday
Mort had one day left. He hadn't thought of anything. "Maybe I really can't get out of this," he said out loud.
The phone rang.
Mort rushed to pick it up, hoping it was Lydia. "Hello?" he said quickly.
"Well good morning Mr. Rainey," Eric's voice rung through the phone, "You must really think I'm kidding about all of this don't you?"
"No. I don't think you're kidding at all, but I told you I wouldn't do anything until I talked to Lydia." And he was completely serious about that too. He intended to see to it that his daughter was safe before he took drastic actions.
"Well, then here you go," Eric said. Mort could tell by the tone of his voice he was smiling.
Eric leaned down to he was eye level with Lyddie. "If you tell him anything about where we are, I will make sure the rest of your life is a living Hell," he whispered.
Eric held the phone up to Lyddie's ear. She cautiously spoke into it, "Dad?"
"Lydia? Are you ok? Did he do anything to you?" Mort asked while pacing through his living room.
"Dad..." she was trying to keep from crying, "I'm ok."
"I'm so sorry this happened honey," Mort continued, "But I'm going to find a way out of it."
"He's not kidding, Dad," Lyddie spoke while glancing at Eric, "Yesterday, I climbed out a window and he...tried to...shoot me."
Mort felt a chill go down his spine, "He what? Are you serious? Don't worry honey I'm going to find you. Do you have any idea where you are?"
It was then that Eric took the phone away. Lyddie gave him a hurt look. "Well Mr. Rainey there you go. I've held my end on the bargain and I think it's time you held yours." He pushed the end button on the phone.
Mort heard a click and he hung up his phone as well. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He had another strong urge to take a nap.
Sunday
Mort awoke sweating. He didn't know why he was so nervous, but then it hit him, today was Sunday. Day four. He had to act now if he didn't want Lydia to be dead on the porch.
The phone rang. He ignored it. After 10 or 12 rings it stopped for a few seconds and then started ringing again. Irritated, he picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked softly.
"Your time's up," the voice said. Mort didn't have to ask who it was, he knew. It was Eric.
"I'm well-aware of that, thank you," Mort said rubbing his forehead.
"I suppose you know what happens today then...if you don't call that is," Eric said, and then hung up.
**
Lyddie just listened. She couldn't believe it. He was right, Mort's time was up. Eric looked at her before speaking.
"Let's go," he said flatly.
Lyddie followed him out to the car. Reluctantly, she crawled into the back seat.
Eric took back roads to get to Mort's place. He wasn't about to go through Tashmore Lake with Lyddie in the back of his car. They took long, curvy paths that seemed to drag on forever. Finally, the driveway was in view.
"Why are you taking me here?" Lyddie asked sitting up to get a better view of the cabin.
"We'll just see what your dad thinks when he sees you," Eric said with a smile. Lyddie wasn't smiling though. She was afraid for what Eric might do for Mort. Although they were about the same height, Eric had a few years on Mort and could easily bring him down with one or two blows.
Eric parked towards the back of the house. He didn't bother turning the car off. He got out taking Lyddie by the wrist.
Mort saw them pull up from his window. Immediately, he ran out onto his porch. Eric was dragging Lyddie up to him.
"Do it Mort!" he yelled as he swung Lyddie around and held his pocket knife to her throat. "Call them now," he said softly this time. "The more time you waste, the more she suffers." And with that he slowly started cutting at her throat.
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Ok guys! There's chapter 4!
Thanks to my reviewers: K-rock, Dawnie-7, and Jack-Sparrow-Lover
I'll respond better next time but if you want more soon REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!
...Day 4...
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Lydia stopped dead in her tracks. She turned around and gave an astonished look to Eric. He had missed but he was looking as if he was going to fire again, only this time, hitting her dead on. Her breathing was heavy. She was completely stunned that he would even fire at her and she didn't know what to do. His face showed no emotion of what he had just done. Lyddie, however, looked as if the bullet hadn't missed.
"What's wrong with you?" Eric yelled. "Don't you get it? This isn't a game!"
Eric walked up to her. Lyddie took an equal number of steps backward. He lunged at her throat, grabbing it with sickening force. Lyddie struggled in his grasp, but when you can't breathe, your options are limited. "I don't think you understand. Your life is on the line here, and the way your daddy seems to be handling it, you won't see your next birthday," he whispered in her ear.
Lyddie gasped for breath. She felt his stubby nails digging into the sides of her neck. "O...k..." she managed to breathe out.
He loosened his grip, leading her back inside. "The chair seemed to be working nicely," he commented as he shoved her back down onto the chair.
"I'm defeated," she thought, "There's no way out now."
Saturday
Mort had one day left. He hadn't thought of anything. "Maybe I really can't get out of this," he said out loud.
The phone rang.
Mort rushed to pick it up, hoping it was Lydia. "Hello?" he said quickly.
"Well good morning Mr. Rainey," Eric's voice rung through the phone, "You must really think I'm kidding about all of this don't you?"
"No. I don't think you're kidding at all, but I told you I wouldn't do anything until I talked to Lydia." And he was completely serious about that too. He intended to see to it that his daughter was safe before he took drastic actions.
"Well, then here you go," Eric said. Mort could tell by the tone of his voice he was smiling.
Eric leaned down to he was eye level with Lyddie. "If you tell him anything about where we are, I will make sure the rest of your life is a living Hell," he whispered.
Eric held the phone up to Lyddie's ear. She cautiously spoke into it, "Dad?"
"Lydia? Are you ok? Did he do anything to you?" Mort asked while pacing through his living room.
"Dad..." she was trying to keep from crying, "I'm ok."
"I'm so sorry this happened honey," Mort continued, "But I'm going to find a way out of it."
"He's not kidding, Dad," Lyddie spoke while glancing at Eric, "Yesterday, I climbed out a window and he...tried to...shoot me."
Mort felt a chill go down his spine, "He what? Are you serious? Don't worry honey I'm going to find you. Do you have any idea where you are?"
It was then that Eric took the phone away. Lyddie gave him a hurt look. "Well Mr. Rainey there you go. I've held my end on the bargain and I think it's time you held yours." He pushed the end button on the phone.
Mort heard a click and he hung up his phone as well. He shut his eyes and took a deep breath. He had another strong urge to take a nap.
Sunday
Mort awoke sweating. He didn't know why he was so nervous, but then it hit him, today was Sunday. Day four. He had to act now if he didn't want Lydia to be dead on the porch.
The phone rang. He ignored it. After 10 or 12 rings it stopped for a few seconds and then started ringing again. Irritated, he picked it up.
"Hello?" he asked softly.
"Your time's up," the voice said. Mort didn't have to ask who it was, he knew. It was Eric.
"I'm well-aware of that, thank you," Mort said rubbing his forehead.
"I suppose you know what happens today then...if you don't call that is," Eric said, and then hung up.
**
Lyddie just listened. She couldn't believe it. He was right, Mort's time was up. Eric looked at her before speaking.
"Let's go," he said flatly.
Lyddie followed him out to the car. Reluctantly, she crawled into the back seat.
Eric took back roads to get to Mort's place. He wasn't about to go through Tashmore Lake with Lyddie in the back of his car. They took long, curvy paths that seemed to drag on forever. Finally, the driveway was in view.
"Why are you taking me here?" Lyddie asked sitting up to get a better view of the cabin.
"We'll just see what your dad thinks when he sees you," Eric said with a smile. Lyddie wasn't smiling though. She was afraid for what Eric might do for Mort. Although they were about the same height, Eric had a few years on Mort and could easily bring him down with one or two blows.
Eric parked towards the back of the house. He didn't bother turning the car off. He got out taking Lyddie by the wrist.
Mort saw them pull up from his window. Immediately, he ran out onto his porch. Eric was dragging Lyddie up to him.
"Do it Mort!" he yelled as he swung Lyddie around and held his pocket knife to her throat. "Call them now," he said softly this time. "The more time you waste, the more she suffers." And with that he slowly started cutting at her throat.
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Ok guys! There's chapter 4!
Thanks to my reviewers: K-rock, Dawnie-7, and Jack-Sparrow-Lover
I'll respond better next time but if you want more soon REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW!!!