AN: All righty fruitbat! didnt make you wait as long this time! Here you guys go...its kinda short but the story is taking on new life so hopefully more chapters more quickly from now on! Hope everyone is enjoying and feel free to tell me what you think...even if its bad...thanks. dark rolling sea.
Chapter Four
Mac sat and read over the file on Robbie Beale. He ran him through the motor bureau database and it came back with nothing. Mac frowned. Could just mean he wasn't a licensed driver in the state of New York. Of course the mailman did say he thought the truck had out of state plates.
There was no current address in Beale's file. Mac looked over his arrest record and his two federal arrests came in the state of New York. Maybe he was still in the state. But the fact he didn't have an address or a registered vehicle in the state Mac started to doubt that. If he had taken the children over the state line they would have to call in the feds. Mac sighed.
He got up and headed to the lab to see where they were with the evidence. Aiden was still processing and Stella was nowhere closer to finding a witness to anything. They needed to find the vehicle.
Kolby waited in the hospital bed to be released. He hated being trapped here. He wanted desperately to get out. He didn't show it. Calm as ever on the outside. His mother kept checking in on him. He found it comforting. He never had found that comforting before. He thought about why now. He didn't know.
He attempted to flex his left hand and was met with resistance and pain. He looked down at the casting that covered the arm and mentally groaned. How could he have been so unaware? He should have known it was coming.
He felt his mother come back into the room and looked up to see her. He saw the worry cloud her eyes as she looked down at him. He tried to remove the cloth and show a little emotion, but he had hidden them for so long he didn't know how to release them, and nothing changed. She reached out and touched his stitches gently, causing Kolby to close his eyes. She bit back more tears. He reached over with his right hand and laid his fingers gently over hers. It was the only gesture he could give his mother.
His emotions were so clouded even he didn't know what he was feeling. The rage and anger were the forerunners by far though and he was having difficulties beating them down. He knew he needed to control them. He was capable of so much; he couldn't let the demons run.
He wanted to tell his mother that he was sorry. He wanted to tell her that he was scared. But nothing came out. His stonewalls were cemented in place and he was having problems finding the doors. He couldn't even find a window. She slid her hand out from under his and brushed it through his hair.
He looked away. She let her hand linger a moment before it dropped to her side. She stared at her son, taking stock of his injuries, knowing it was her fault he was the way he was. She knew he was emotional damaged, as the one doctor had told her no so long ago. She also knew he was still reachable.
"We can get out of her soon, Kolby James, I promise. I'm working on your release now."
"He'll come back for you," he said finally finding his voice.
"No, son, he has what he wants."
"No, Mom, he doesn't have all that he wants. He'll come back for you."
"Why do you say that?"
"He believes he owns you. He thinks he possesses you."
"Where are you getting these ideas?"
"It's a common thing among abusive men. They feel they own those that they are abusive too…"
"Who have you been talking too?"
"No one. I…I read it in a book."
"Why would you read a book…"
"Because I live in hell, Mom, it's a way to escape," Kolby snapped through clenched teeth. He immediately mentally slapped himself for the lapse in control and felt the calm exterior take over. His mother stared at him in shock. She didn't know what to say. At that point the door opened and a doctor stepped in. Kolby looked away as his mother slowly stepped back and then joined the doctor in the hall.
"Ms. Campbell I must advise I don't think it wise to remove your son from doctor's care at this time. I think he needs to be observed for a while longer with that head injury and I'm more than a little worried about his arm."
"Doctor his arm is casted. There is nothing more that came be done for it right?"
"I would like to monitor it and see how it is setting when the swelling comes down tomorrow. And besides he took a vicious blow to the skull. He is lucky to only have twenty-six stitches in his head. That wound was pretty severe. It split his skin on the front and back of his head."
"My son will be under my care. I can take care of him," she said sternly. "We need to leave here. Please release my son."
"All right, Ms. Campbell, but I will have to mark it AMA."
"Fine," she said softly and then left the doctor in the hallway alone. She walked up to Kolby and told him they would be leaving soon. He only nodded, making his head swim a little. He didn't let it show.
The doctor got the paperwork together and Kolby was finally ready to leave. It was late and his mother didn't know where they were going to go but she knew she had to leave the hospital. It was too easy to find her there. She gathered all the cash she could find in the car and in her purse and came up with fifty-six dollars. She sighed. It would get them a cheap motel room for at least one night.
She didn't want to go back to the house where she had more money stashed but she figured eventually she would have too. She wasn't about to live out of her car with Kolby just so Robbie wouldn't find the two of them. She put no stock in the police and their ability to protect her. She also didn't put much stock into them finding her children.
As soon as she got Kolby settled in a hotel room she would set about trying to track down her children. She knew of a couple people that might be able to tell her where Robbie was, or where he might go. She would need to be careful because word might get back to him, but she figured she would be able to handle it if she knew it was coming.
She got Kolby to the room and settled him in. He sat on the bed and stared blankly at the wall. She didn't know how to reach him. He hadn't responded to anything she had asked him so far.
Kolby was thinking of how to get his siblings back. He had seen the truck Robbie was driving and he knew part of the license plate. The problem was that it was a New Jersey plate. He hoped that Robbie hadn't taken the kids across the line. He didn't think that Robbie had driven a red truck like that and he thought hard to remember who had driven a truck. His mother was constantly asking him questions but he was too wrapped up in his own thoughts to answer her.
She eventually left him alone. Finally it hit him. He had seen the truck before. Once when Robbie had tracked them down when they lived in Connecticut he had shown up with a friend in the red truck. Kolby thought hard who the friend was. He was tall Kolby remember, with long brown hair and gray eyes. What was his name? Kolby concentrated on the memory. Even with his concentration on his memory he was still tracking his mother through the room.
She had made two phone calls since they had arrived and was pacing, staring at the phone now. He was waiting for her to go into the bathroom. Then he could make his move. Finally she did. She closed the door and Kolby James was on his feet in an instant. He moved slowly to the outer door and eased the chain off. He opened it just enough to squeeze through and then slowly slid it shut.
Cooper. That was the other man's name his brain shouted. Gerald Cooper. Kolby needed to locate Cooper and the truck and then maybe he would be able to find his siblings. He would get them back. He promised himself that. He had failed them once but he would not fail them again. The police would look, his mother would look, but he would bring them home. And it all started with locating Gerald Cooper.
TBC…