Chapter Eight
Johnny entered Laura's bedroom to wake her up for a quiet breakfast just for the two of them. After what he had shared with her last night, he figured that it was time for them to spend some quality time together, like they would only a few years ago.
But, when he entered the room, he saw that her covers were thrown across the room, while she was nowhere to be found. "Laura?" He asked, thinking that she had maybe woken up early and was somewhere else in the house. "Laura?" He called out again. Once more there was no answer.
He walked over to the window and glanced outside to make sure that she wasn't just sitting out there, but there was no sign of her. Her car was still parked in the driveway, so where was she?
Something wasn't right. He picked up her blanket from the floor and shuddered as he had a vision. But, this was no ordinary vision.
Laura was sitting in a dank, dark warehouse-like building. Her hands were tied to a nearby pipe and she was filthy from all of the dirt around her. It seemed as though she was alone, but there was no telling who else was there with her.
She turned her head, which made it seem like she was looking directly at Johnny. There was fear in her eyes as her voice escaped her lips. "Johnny!" She cried out. "Help me!"
The psychic gasped loudly as his vision ended. He panted slightly as he let the blanket fall to the floor. He had never had a vision like that before. How did he do that?
He shook his head to clear it. He would worry about that later. He pulled his cell phone from his back pocket and pushed a button for speed dial. "Sheriff Bannerman, please."
Laura struggled in her binding as she tried to pull her hands through the rope, but it was too tight. She glanced around her for something sharp, but she could find nothing. She let out an exasperated sigh as she leaned her head against the pipe. She couldn't believe this. This was one of the worst situations she ever could have gotten herself into, yet she wasn't exactly sure how she was brought into this in the first place. She didn't even know who her captor was.
She tried once again to pull her hands from her bindings, but it was to no avail. She was trapped there with no way out.
"Relax, Detective, this will all be over with shortly," said a voice from somewhere behind her. Whoever it was didn't walk into her line of sight, perhaps he thought it would give him some sort of leverage.
"What do you want with me?" She asked, trying to turn her head to look at whoever was behind her, but was unable to.
The man chuckled softly as he approached her from behind. "You made my life a living hell. You sent my only child to prison for a crime that he didn't commit."
The woman's eyes went wide in shock. She now realized who he was, but it couldn't really be him, could it?
Johnny paced rapidly in the hallway as Walt and his team investigated Laura's room. This was torture. Hell, even. Why did this always have to happen to him? It always seemed as though he got into these kinds of situations.
He let out an exasperated sigh as he saw Walt exit the bedroom and walk over to him. "Anything?" He asked.
Walt let out a heavy sigh as he ran a hand through his hair. He shook his head, "No. Nothing." He heard Johnny groan angrily. "Look, Jon, there's still hope, you said you had a vision about her, right?"
The psychic nodded. "Yeah, but I told you, it was different this time. I can't explain it, though."
Walt nodded. "I understand. Well, let's go sit down and talk." Johnny nodded as he escorted Walt into the kitchen. They both took a seat at the counter to hold their conversation. "Did anything strange happen between the two of you last night? You told me you two talked."
The psychic shook his head. "No nothing…" he trailed off as something came to him. "Well, she did seem a bit distracted and she told me that she knows the pressure that my visions can put on me, which I thought was very strange."
Walt furrowed his brow in confusion. "She actually said that?"
Johnny nodded as he saw the puzzled look on his friend's face. "What?"
"Uh, Jon, I'm not sure how to tell you this, but Sarah made me do some research on Laura."
Johnny couldn't believe what he was being told. "What are you talking about? She knows that Laura is really my cousin. She apologized and everything."
Walt nodded. "Yeah, I know, but this was before she apologized… after the first time they met."
The psychic had to admit that it made him curious. Laura was definitely different. "Okay, so what did you find out?"
The sheriff looked at him with sympathy in his eyes. "Are you sure you want to know?"
Johnny let out a heavy sigh as he thought to himself. Did he really want to know? He clenched his fists as he came to a decision. "Yeah."
This chapter might not be as great as the last one, but please bear with me. I'm getting there.
Please read and review and maybe give me a suggestion or two, since it seems as though writer's block has taken over once again.
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