Summary: Lies, deception, everything has a price ... what is the price of shame?
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Chapter 22
Walker often paced the floors these days but today was different. Alex's father was coming today, and he would have to tell him about Alex. Her father had been in Germany and unreachable for months as he spent the time out in the wilderness, and now he was coming home to see his daughter the only thing was she wasn't going to be there.
Walker saw the car pull up into the driveway, and watched as Alex's father stepped out. "Cordell! so nice to see you!" he greeted Walker, shaking his hand furiously.
Walker led him in the house and took his bags from him sitting them just inside the doorway. Gordon Cahill went and took a seat on the couch. He looked better than Walker had ever seen him. Alex's father had troubles with drinking in the past, but together the three of them had helped him. The vacation to Germany was a surprise from Alex and Walker for completing the course and staying dry for over two years. Gordon had seemed excited about going, and now looking at his face Walker could see he had enjoyed it.
"Well, where is my daughter. Traversing around Westphalia for the past month was wonderful but I am glad to be home, and I wanted to stop here first and see her. You know it seems like so long ago, since I saw that smile of hers, almost reminds me of her mother."
Walker choked back the huge lump in his throat, and tears formed in the corners of his eyes, no matter how hard he tried to fight them back.
"What is it? Has something happened, is Alex hurt?"
Walker shook his head, "There is no easy well to tell you, but Alex is dead."
Gordon Cahill jumped up from the couch, "What the hell do you mean dead?"
Walker came and placed a hand on his shoulder and both men sat back down on the couch. Walker explained everything from the time that Alex had told him she was pregnant till the last time he had heard her voice. "What if she is alive? I mean you haven't found her body have you?"
Walker shook his head the tears dripping now from his eyes. "He killed his own son, and I heard her screaming, begging me to help her. I hear it every night in my dreams. We have searched for months now, and have found nothing. She is dead Mr. Cahill, I am so sorry." The last words came out garbled, as Walker had broken down and was now again crying. Gordon Cahill's face had lost all of the joy from earlier. He couldn't believe it. "I didn't get to say goodbye. I didn't get to thank her for everything, to tell her how much I loved her," he sobbed.
Walker's own red rimmed eyes stared back at him. " I don't think she even knows I love her. The last time I saw her, I accused her of lying to me. I didn't know then what she had been through." Walker was now too choked up to speak anymore. Alex's father slung his arms around him and pulled him into a hug.
"I am sure she knew you loved her Walker."
Walker hugged the man back, and stood up from the couch. "I will go and put your things away." He left Gordon Cahill to his grief as he couldn't stand looking at him any longer. His words had touched Walker to know he thought so much of him.
Walker put the bags inside the guest room downstairs and closed the door behind him. He sank to the floor then, staring at the bed that Alex had laid in a few months before. She had been in so much pain, that pain caused my Sakara and his sadistic mind. When Walker had told the doctors what they had done to Alex the doctors all stared at him in horror. They had told Walker that it was a miracle she survived the procedure at all, and that she must have been in severe pain.
Walker hadn't known then, but he knew now, that was all that mattered. Alex had endured everything to keep him alive, and now she had paid the price for something Walker had done long ago. Laying his head against his knees he wept, for himself, for Alex, and for the love he still felt for her even though she was gone.
Alex had spent over a week recovering from the rape of the guard. Her insides still burned as if they were on fire, but it was slowly easing off. What she found most concerning was the fact that Mr. Sakara had taken to treating her as if she were a slave. He made her scrub the floors on her hands and knees. She had to cook his meals sometimes, and then she was made to shower in front of him. Alex wanted to die, each and every day she hoped by some miracle she was going to be saved, but each day that hope died out a little more and the hope to simply stop existing took over.
Alex marked the calendar in the office that she had swiped. Each day she put an x on the date before she laid down to fall asleep. Three months she had been here, locked away from the rest of the world. Mr. Sakara had told her Walker thought she was dead, and Alex had screamed at him it was a lie, but he had shown her the newspaper where Walker had announced the search was over.
Alex didn't believe it. She knew then that she was going to either die here by some cruel means, or that Walker would move on without her, thinking she was dead. Both of these things hurt her to even think about. She wanted to share her life with Walker, give him the baby he had wanted so badly, and grow old with him and her grandchildren, but now it seemed impossible. Closing her eyes that night Alex fell into her dreams, for at least there she and Walker were still together.
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