I know...you all want to know what evil I've cooked up this chapter...*grins*
...Taken Away...
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Blood began slowly trickling down her neck onto her t-shirt. She winced in pain.
"No! Stop!" Mort yelled, putting his hands up while stepping towards her.
"Stop right there Mr. Rainey," Eric said as he stopped cutting for a moment, "Go inside and call the police to come and haul you away. Then...I will stop. But until then," he started cutting again, "I continue."
By this time, Lyddie was silently crying. Hot tears were running down her cheeks. Mort ran inside and grabbed a cordless phone from the kitchen. He quickly brought the phone out and held it up for Eric to see.
"Good now call," Eric said grinning.
Mort dialed the number of the Tashmore police department. The sheriff answered the phone.
"Yes, this is Mort Rainey," Mort said. He looked at Lydia. Her eyes were looked both hurt and enraged. He knew she was in large amounts of pain, but he couldn't do anything else. Mort continued, "I confess. I murdered Amy Rainey and Ted Milner."
By this time Eric was looking quite pleased with himself. He threw Lyddie to the ground. And after giving Mort a final grin, walked out to his car and drove away.
Mort rushed over and picked Lyddie up in his arms. He rushed her inside. He knew the police would be there soon. Quickly, he grabbed towels and bandages. It would take more than a few Band-aids to make this one stop bleeding. It wasn't a big cut, but it was deep and Mort could only imagine how much it must have hurt.
He held a towel up to the cut, "Here, hold this on here," he said quietly. Lyddie pressed it against her neck, wincing a little. They sat and hugged and cried until Mort saw a Tashmore police car pull up. He looked Lyddie in the eyes. "I'm sorry," he said and gave her another hug.
"It's not your fault," Lyddie said taking the towel off her neck. It was still bleeding but she didn't care. Mort quickly applied a bandage to it.
The sheriff knocked at the door.
Mort sighed, got up, and opened the door.
"Hello Mr. Rainey," the sheriff said frowning.
Mort was read his rights and put into handcuffs when Lyddie chimed in. "You can't do this."
"He confessed," the sheriff said while adjusting the handcuffs, "So I believe I can."
"It's ok," Mort said to Lyddie, "Everything will be fine." Except Mort knew it wouldn't be and so did Lyddie. Neither one of them wanted to tell each other the truth.
Lyddie watched as Mort was put in the back of the police car. "What am I supposed to do now?" Lyddie asked as the sheriff came back to talk to her.
"You'll be living with a foster family until we can get this all sorted out," he explained, "You're going to have to come into the city until we can make the arrangements." He spoke as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
Lyddie followed him to the car with her head down. She was unable to let her eyes meet Mort's because if they did, she wouldn't be able to keep from breaking down right there.
She sat in the front and starred out the window at the house. She probably would never live in it again. Gently, she touched her neck. It stung even with the bandage. As they pulled out of the driveway, she saw a black Oldsmobile sitting on the side of the road.
They drove into Tashmore Lake. Silent tears poured down Lyddie's cheeks. They reached the city's jail and Mort was taken inside. Lyddie waited in the car. After a while the sheriff took her over to his office. She walked inside silently and curled up in a chair in the corner. He made a few phone calls and after what seemed like forever, he started talking to her, "They've arranged for you to stay with someone in the city, a family with the last name, Arbor. They have two sons. One is 16 and the other is 10."
Lyddie didn't respond, so he continued, "You will be taken back to your house to retrieve your possessions. Then you will be taken to their home."
Lyddie looked at him, "And when do I get to see my father?"
He sighed, "We can arrange some visiting times."
Lyddie nodded, and stood up to leave. An office named Joey escorted her out to the car and to her house.
It looked so much different. It was empty, but that wasn't why. Everything seemed different inside of it now. The kitchen, Mort's desk, and even her room seemed so much different.
"You have 20 minutes to get what you need," Joey announced as they entered her room.
"Ok...thanks," Lyddie said while shoving clothes into a duffel bag. She went through her drawers and her closet. She shoved some of her CD's in her bag and then the picture of Chico. She was extra careful with it, cradling it before she wrapped it in a t-shirt for protection. She then went down the hall to the bathroom.
"We need to go, your foster parents are expecting you," Joey said.
"I'll just be a minute," Lyddie replied softly as she closed the door on his face. She looked in the mirror and began taking the bandage off her neck. She shut her eyes tight, unable to look at her neck which looked like it had a chunk taken out of it.
She opened the medicine cabinet and took out another bandage. Carefully, she wrapped it again. Then, she stepped out of the bathroom.
"Ready?" Joey asked.
"Yeah..." Lyddie said, starring at the ground.
They drove back into Tashmore Lake. Lyddie starred at the house in front of her. It looked similar to a farm house painted a light blue color. There was a little garden in the yard and a small fountain next to it. Joey grabbed Lyddie's bags and they walked up to the house. Joey rang the doorbell. A woman who looked to be in her 40's answered.
"You must be Lydia," she said sweetly, "Please, come in."
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There. See? She's fine. I haven't killed her off...yet.
Jack-Sparrow- Lover-Yep, I left you hanging. :)
Dawnie-7- Glad you think it's good.
K-rock- You're right! He is evil!
Piratey Elf- There you go!
...Taken Away...
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Blood began slowly trickling down her neck onto her t-shirt. She winced in pain.
"No! Stop!" Mort yelled, putting his hands up while stepping towards her.
"Stop right there Mr. Rainey," Eric said as he stopped cutting for a moment, "Go inside and call the police to come and haul you away. Then...I will stop. But until then," he started cutting again, "I continue."
By this time, Lyddie was silently crying. Hot tears were running down her cheeks. Mort ran inside and grabbed a cordless phone from the kitchen. He quickly brought the phone out and held it up for Eric to see.
"Good now call," Eric said grinning.
Mort dialed the number of the Tashmore police department. The sheriff answered the phone.
"Yes, this is Mort Rainey," Mort said. He looked at Lydia. Her eyes were looked both hurt and enraged. He knew she was in large amounts of pain, but he couldn't do anything else. Mort continued, "I confess. I murdered Amy Rainey and Ted Milner."
By this time Eric was looking quite pleased with himself. He threw Lyddie to the ground. And after giving Mort a final grin, walked out to his car and drove away.
Mort rushed over and picked Lyddie up in his arms. He rushed her inside. He knew the police would be there soon. Quickly, he grabbed towels and bandages. It would take more than a few Band-aids to make this one stop bleeding. It wasn't a big cut, but it was deep and Mort could only imagine how much it must have hurt.
He held a towel up to the cut, "Here, hold this on here," he said quietly. Lyddie pressed it against her neck, wincing a little. They sat and hugged and cried until Mort saw a Tashmore police car pull up. He looked Lyddie in the eyes. "I'm sorry," he said and gave her another hug.
"It's not your fault," Lyddie said taking the towel off her neck. It was still bleeding but she didn't care. Mort quickly applied a bandage to it.
The sheriff knocked at the door.
Mort sighed, got up, and opened the door.
"Hello Mr. Rainey," the sheriff said frowning.
Mort was read his rights and put into handcuffs when Lyddie chimed in. "You can't do this."
"He confessed," the sheriff said while adjusting the handcuffs, "So I believe I can."
"It's ok," Mort said to Lyddie, "Everything will be fine." Except Mort knew it wouldn't be and so did Lyddie. Neither one of them wanted to tell each other the truth.
Lyddie watched as Mort was put in the back of the police car. "What am I supposed to do now?" Lyddie asked as the sheriff came back to talk to her.
"You'll be living with a foster family until we can get this all sorted out," he explained, "You're going to have to come into the city until we can make the arrangements." He spoke as if this was the most normal thing in the world.
Lyddie followed him to the car with her head down. She was unable to let her eyes meet Mort's because if they did, she wouldn't be able to keep from breaking down right there.
She sat in the front and starred out the window at the house. She probably would never live in it again. Gently, she touched her neck. It stung even with the bandage. As they pulled out of the driveway, she saw a black Oldsmobile sitting on the side of the road.
They drove into Tashmore Lake. Silent tears poured down Lyddie's cheeks. They reached the city's jail and Mort was taken inside. Lyddie waited in the car. After a while the sheriff took her over to his office. She walked inside silently and curled up in a chair in the corner. He made a few phone calls and after what seemed like forever, he started talking to her, "They've arranged for you to stay with someone in the city, a family with the last name, Arbor. They have two sons. One is 16 and the other is 10."
Lyddie didn't respond, so he continued, "You will be taken back to your house to retrieve your possessions. Then you will be taken to their home."
Lyddie looked at him, "And when do I get to see my father?"
He sighed, "We can arrange some visiting times."
Lyddie nodded, and stood up to leave. An office named Joey escorted her out to the car and to her house.
It looked so much different. It was empty, but that wasn't why. Everything seemed different inside of it now. The kitchen, Mort's desk, and even her room seemed so much different.
"You have 20 minutes to get what you need," Joey announced as they entered her room.
"Ok...thanks," Lyddie said while shoving clothes into a duffel bag. She went through her drawers and her closet. She shoved some of her CD's in her bag and then the picture of Chico. She was extra careful with it, cradling it before she wrapped it in a t-shirt for protection. She then went down the hall to the bathroom.
"We need to go, your foster parents are expecting you," Joey said.
"I'll just be a minute," Lyddie replied softly as she closed the door on his face. She looked in the mirror and began taking the bandage off her neck. She shut her eyes tight, unable to look at her neck which looked like it had a chunk taken out of it.
She opened the medicine cabinet and took out another bandage. Carefully, she wrapped it again. Then, she stepped out of the bathroom.
"Ready?" Joey asked.
"Yeah..." Lyddie said, starring at the ground.
They drove back into Tashmore Lake. Lyddie starred at the house in front of her. It looked similar to a farm house painted a light blue color. There was a little garden in the yard and a small fountain next to it. Joey grabbed Lyddie's bags and they walked up to the house. Joey rang the doorbell. A woman who looked to be in her 40's answered.
"You must be Lydia," she said sweetly, "Please, come in."
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There. See? She's fine. I haven't killed her off...yet.
Jack-Sparrow- Lover-Yep, I left you hanging. :)
Dawnie-7- Glad you think it's good.
K-rock- You're right! He is evil!
Piratey Elf- There you go!