About 250 miles away, in Arnot, a sawmill creaked. Hurry, they are behind us, hurry, said the young boy to his 10-year-old sister, I can help. Lean on my shoulder, but we have to run and hide. I know, but I can start to slow down and stop. He grabbed her arm and threw it over his shoulder, trying to support her.
Don't worry, we will rest soon, "he told her, looking at her face full of tears, and started wiping her face with his free hand. Then she started crying, "I want to go home. I can't walk any longer.We can now return home.They will catch us and they will do that if we don't run and hide. " It was almost dusk. The dark was fading, but there was enough light. Where were we going? She asked again with a trembling voice, before he gave her an answer that even he didn't know. He said, "Hurry, they
are behind us."
The bathway they were running on was narrow and trees were all around it. Although the young boy didn't know where it would lead to, he only knew that he had to run with his sister.
Did you manage to catch them?A voice over the two-way radio came out loud, breaking the silence "No, but they are not far," answered the man who was holding the radio. "Those are only two kids. They can't outrun you. You catch them before the sun rises and you know what to do. "
The boy, unable to walk or move, let alone run, was holding his sister and running as fast as he could as the first light came on and the bath became clearer than before. He noticed a small cabin in between the
trees not far from them.He thought to call for help and run towards the cabin, but he knew that the two men were not that far behind them and that anything could happen.
Wake up, wake up. She started in a low voice while trying to shake him hard from the deep sleep he was in. I think there is someone in the house, with half closed eyes, looking at her in the dark room. He reacted by saying... When? Where… I told you there is some one in the house, he stood up wildly awake now and said call 911 I will go and check, he look around and saw a baseball bat around the corner, like it was kept for him in that place at that specific time. He opened the room slowly, trying not to make any sound, and moved slowly with no idea where to start the search or what to do.
Nema grabbed her cell phone and called 911. She spent half her attention on the phone and the other half searching for the sound of her husband; she doesn't remember what the 911 operator told her after she reported that there was someone in her house. All she can remember is the sound that she heard and the sound of her husband screaming.
The next thing she saw when she opened her eyes was in a white room. Everything reflected in her eyes was white. When she tried to move her body to see clearly what was surrounding her, she felt pain all over her body. She couldn't move one single muscle in her body. From the pain that she felt, she tried to scream, but there was no sound coming from her mouth. She closed her eyes again and passed out.
The second time she opened her eyes again, she was not alone. At that time, there were voices all around her that seemed like doctors and nurses. She was a wake. One nurse beside her head said, "She tried to move her head toward where the sound was coming from but couldn't."
Take it easy, said the doctor. You just woke up from a coma. With wide eyes full of surprise, she asked with a low voice, coming from a far away... coma? How long? And suddenly, she remembered her husband and asked, with a voice full of fear instead of the surprise earlier a few seconds ago, "My husband... … is he OK?" Where is he…my husband, is he here? she asked again and again and again, with a voice that was almost hysterical now but without energy.
Somewhere in Cortland, New York. The phone rang in the middle of the night, and Detective Young looked at his watch. He couldn't sleep, so he started flipping the remote, going through the TV channels. It was 2 in the morning. Without any thought, he picked up the phone and said, "Detective Young, I will be there in 20 minutes."
He didn't live far from the Cortland police department, so it would have taken him less than 20 minutes to reach there, but he wanted to take time to think of his job, his life, his lost marriage, the kids with his wife, and finally, he was giving a lot of thought to the offer he got yesterday from his brother in New York City, the pig city, where he could see his children at least once a week. And if things go per his best
wishes, he's maybe just maybe every day. Suddenly,
he saw a bright light in front of him. The car was speeding towards him in his line. In shock, he diverted the car into the other line, but it was too late. Last he remembered, the big pick-up truck hit him from the side and didn't stop there. It bushed him until the car flipped twice and ended up on the side of the road up side down. Between the hard hit, the broken window glass, and the air bag, all he felt was a severe pain in his head and his sight started turning off step by step and slowly, food stepping beside his window. and some one asking another one is he alive ? yes he answered. The other one grabbed him and put him with the others before he got conscious and ordered the first one.
