Sorry for the short chapter last time! This one is longer! And you will be
seeing Mort too!!
...Trust...
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Stunned, she stopped dead in her tracks. She watched as the car drew closer. She couldn't believe it. How could he have known where she was staying? As the car began to pass her, she noticed that a woman was driving the car, and paid no attention to Lyddie. Lyddie heaved a big sigh of relief and continued walking.
After 30 minutes of walking, she reached town. She looked up and down the street. Finally, she found the jail. She smiled to herself, and walked up the steps.
Inside, a fat police officer was sitting behind a desk," Can I help you?" he asked as he leaned on the desk.
"I'm here to visit Mort Rainey," Lyddie replied without hesitation.
"Let's see...Mort Rainey...ah here we go. I'm sorry miss but visiting hours aren't until 10," the officer said as he set the papers down. Sadly, it was only 8:30.
"But I really need to speak with him," Lyddie was standing directly in front of the desk now.
"Well, you're going to have to wait, I'm sorry," he replied.
"Fine," Lyddie walked over and slumped down into a chair. She put her backpack in her lap. She closed her eyes. She was still tired from the past few days. Maybe resting would do her good. Yeah. Just resting. She wouldn't fall asleep...or at least she tired not to.
She awoke to hear a door slamming. Clumsily she looked at a clock. 10:30, it read. "Oh shoot, I'm late." She walked over to the desk again, "Mort Rainey, please."
The officer nodded and stood up. She followed him into a room where she sat down at a table. He closed the door. Lyddie looked around. The room looked like a deserted office. All that was there were a table and two chairs.
Mort walked into the room with an officer.
"Oh my gosh! Dad!" Lyddie said standing up and running to give him a hug.
Mort hugged back, "How are you?"
"I should be asking you the same question," Lyddie said while wiping happy tears from her eyes. "How long are they planning on keeping you here?" she asked while letting go of him.
"At least until my trial," Mort said while walking over and sitting down at the table, "They still need to have more information. Where are you staying?"
"With a foster family about a mile from here," Lyddie said while taking a seat across from him.
"And you're not at school?" Mort asked. It figures even when he was in prison he was still concerned about Lyddie and her education.
She looked down, "Well the family thinks I'm at school, and what they don't know won't hurt them will it?" Lyddie knew she really shouldn't be here with out anyone knowing, but she didn't care.
Mort just gave her a small smile, "I guess it won't hurt today, but promise me tomorrow that you will go."
"Ok," Lyddie said, "Oh Dad, I have to get you out of here."
"Look, it's going to be ok. But we both know what happened. There really isn't anything we can do," Mort said. He didn't look all to well. He was paler than usual and looked like he was going to be sick.
"What about Eric? What if he shows up again?" Lyddie asked suddenly realizing that if she could prove that he had kidnapped her, he would face charges as well. But if he wasn't convicted then he could come after her again.
"I don't know," Mort said while folding his hands on the table.
They talked for a while longer before Lyddie had to go. If she was going to get home around the same time Stephen would, she needed to leave now.
"I'm sorry Dad but I have to go," Lyddie said while putting her backpack back on her back.
"Ok," Mort said while standing up and preparing to leave also, "Stay out of trouble."
They hugged and then Mort was gone.
Lyddie began her walk home. Along the way, she thought about how to prove that Eric had indeed kidnapped her and how he had tried to shoot her as well. She didn't have any evidence other than the memories that she held in the back of her mind. It was going to be hard, but she thought she could do it.
Lyddie arrived home. Stephen's car was in the driveway. "Great, he beat me home," Lyddie commented as she opened the front door. She turned around to shut it when a hand swung her around into the door.
"Where were you?" Stephen asked. He looked worried.
Lyddie had a startled look upon her face.
"What did you do?" Stephen asked this time more quietly.
"N-nothing," Lyddie stammered.
"Then why weren't you there? I was supposed to show you around. When you didn't show up I thought that something happened to you," Stephen said as he continued to trap Lyddie between the door and himself.
"I had to take care of some things..." Lyddie trailed off.
"You went to see your dad didn't you?"
"So?"
"Lyddie! Why didn't you just tell me? I thought something happened to you! Do you know what my mom would think if she found ou-"
"You're not going to tell her are you?" Lyddie interrupted. She knew that Mrs. Arbor worked until 6:00 on weekdays, so there was no chance of her hearing their conversation.
Stephen sighed, "Not unless you tell me what happened."
"Fine," Lyddie said and she began to explain what had happened and why Mort had ended up in jail. She needed someone to trust right now, and it would have to be Stephen.
"And you didn't tell the police?" Stephen asked after she had finished her story.
"No. I didn't have any evidence. I wouldn't have been able to prove anything," Lyddie said.
"What about your neck?" Stephen asked eyeing the bandage.
Her neck! He was right. She had forgotten about it. She reached up and felt the bandage.
"You're right!" Lyddie said with a smile. She paused for a moment, "Hey Stephen?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you let me go?" Lyddie asked as she motioned to his hands firmly fastened to the door.
He hadn't realized what he had been doing. He let go. "We're going to get this guy," he said as he followed her to the kitchen, "We're going to get him."
Lyddie stopped and faced him with a sad look in her eyes, "There's a problem," she announced.
"What?" Stephen looked confused.
Lyddie looked him straight in the eye. "He can't know about you...or...or he'd kill you."
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Ok guys, there's your chapter! Now to my reviewers!!
Jack-Sparrow-Lover- Yep an evil cliffie it was!
K-rock-There I made a full-length one this time!
Dawnie-7- Glad you're liking it!
...Trust...
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Stunned, she stopped dead in her tracks. She watched as the car drew closer. She couldn't believe it. How could he have known where she was staying? As the car began to pass her, she noticed that a woman was driving the car, and paid no attention to Lyddie. Lyddie heaved a big sigh of relief and continued walking.
After 30 minutes of walking, she reached town. She looked up and down the street. Finally, she found the jail. She smiled to herself, and walked up the steps.
Inside, a fat police officer was sitting behind a desk," Can I help you?" he asked as he leaned on the desk.
"I'm here to visit Mort Rainey," Lyddie replied without hesitation.
"Let's see...Mort Rainey...ah here we go. I'm sorry miss but visiting hours aren't until 10," the officer said as he set the papers down. Sadly, it was only 8:30.
"But I really need to speak with him," Lyddie was standing directly in front of the desk now.
"Well, you're going to have to wait, I'm sorry," he replied.
"Fine," Lyddie walked over and slumped down into a chair. She put her backpack in her lap. She closed her eyes. She was still tired from the past few days. Maybe resting would do her good. Yeah. Just resting. She wouldn't fall asleep...or at least she tired not to.
She awoke to hear a door slamming. Clumsily she looked at a clock. 10:30, it read. "Oh shoot, I'm late." She walked over to the desk again, "Mort Rainey, please."
The officer nodded and stood up. She followed him into a room where she sat down at a table. He closed the door. Lyddie looked around. The room looked like a deserted office. All that was there were a table and two chairs.
Mort walked into the room with an officer.
"Oh my gosh! Dad!" Lyddie said standing up and running to give him a hug.
Mort hugged back, "How are you?"
"I should be asking you the same question," Lyddie said while wiping happy tears from her eyes. "How long are they planning on keeping you here?" she asked while letting go of him.
"At least until my trial," Mort said while walking over and sitting down at the table, "They still need to have more information. Where are you staying?"
"With a foster family about a mile from here," Lyddie said while taking a seat across from him.
"And you're not at school?" Mort asked. It figures even when he was in prison he was still concerned about Lyddie and her education.
She looked down, "Well the family thinks I'm at school, and what they don't know won't hurt them will it?" Lyddie knew she really shouldn't be here with out anyone knowing, but she didn't care.
Mort just gave her a small smile, "I guess it won't hurt today, but promise me tomorrow that you will go."
"Ok," Lyddie said, "Oh Dad, I have to get you out of here."
"Look, it's going to be ok. But we both know what happened. There really isn't anything we can do," Mort said. He didn't look all to well. He was paler than usual and looked like he was going to be sick.
"What about Eric? What if he shows up again?" Lyddie asked suddenly realizing that if she could prove that he had kidnapped her, he would face charges as well. But if he wasn't convicted then he could come after her again.
"I don't know," Mort said while folding his hands on the table.
They talked for a while longer before Lyddie had to go. If she was going to get home around the same time Stephen would, she needed to leave now.
"I'm sorry Dad but I have to go," Lyddie said while putting her backpack back on her back.
"Ok," Mort said while standing up and preparing to leave also, "Stay out of trouble."
They hugged and then Mort was gone.
Lyddie began her walk home. Along the way, she thought about how to prove that Eric had indeed kidnapped her and how he had tried to shoot her as well. She didn't have any evidence other than the memories that she held in the back of her mind. It was going to be hard, but she thought she could do it.
Lyddie arrived home. Stephen's car was in the driveway. "Great, he beat me home," Lyddie commented as she opened the front door. She turned around to shut it when a hand swung her around into the door.
"Where were you?" Stephen asked. He looked worried.
Lyddie had a startled look upon her face.
"What did you do?" Stephen asked this time more quietly.
"N-nothing," Lyddie stammered.
"Then why weren't you there? I was supposed to show you around. When you didn't show up I thought that something happened to you," Stephen said as he continued to trap Lyddie between the door and himself.
"I had to take care of some things..." Lyddie trailed off.
"You went to see your dad didn't you?"
"So?"
"Lyddie! Why didn't you just tell me? I thought something happened to you! Do you know what my mom would think if she found ou-"
"You're not going to tell her are you?" Lyddie interrupted. She knew that Mrs. Arbor worked until 6:00 on weekdays, so there was no chance of her hearing their conversation.
Stephen sighed, "Not unless you tell me what happened."
"Fine," Lyddie said and she began to explain what had happened and why Mort had ended up in jail. She needed someone to trust right now, and it would have to be Stephen.
"And you didn't tell the police?" Stephen asked after she had finished her story.
"No. I didn't have any evidence. I wouldn't have been able to prove anything," Lyddie said.
"What about your neck?" Stephen asked eyeing the bandage.
Her neck! He was right. She had forgotten about it. She reached up and felt the bandage.
"You're right!" Lyddie said with a smile. She paused for a moment, "Hey Stephen?"
"Yeah?"
"Can you let me go?" Lyddie asked as she motioned to his hands firmly fastened to the door.
He hadn't realized what he had been doing. He let go. "We're going to get this guy," he said as he followed her to the kitchen, "We're going to get him."
Lyddie stopped and faced him with a sad look in her eyes, "There's a problem," she announced.
"What?" Stephen looked confused.
Lyddie looked him straight in the eye. "He can't know about you...or...or he'd kill you."
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Ok guys, there's your chapter! Now to my reviewers!!
Jack-Sparrow-Lover- Yep an evil cliffie it was!
K-rock-There I made a full-length one this time!
Dawnie-7- Glad you're liking it!