A/N: Sorry about not posting last week. I was super busy, but I am back so here is the next chapter.
Chapter Eighteen: A Call Home
She didn't know how long they were driving. She was tired and hungry, but she hasn't said a word. She's trying to figure out how to get contact with her parents or her girlfriend and besides running away from John she hasn't managed to come up with anything. It sucks.
"Why are you so quiet?"
Sam looks at John and sighs. She doesn't answer his question. He hits her on the head. She should've answered the question.
"Answer me!"
"Why should I talk? You're going to kill me right?"
John taps his thumbs on the steering wheel.
"I haven't thought that far ahead yet?"
"Did you really kill those girls?"
John glances at her with a smirk.
"Wouldn't you like to know?"
Sam sighs and leans her head against the window. John places his hand on Sam's jean clad thigh and Sam freezes and closes her eyes. When she opens them again she finds herself in the parking lot of a gas station. This was going to be her chance.
"I have to go to the bathroom so when we get in there you better not say a word do you hear me?"
Sam nods her head as she keeps her eye on the knife in front of her face.
"Let's go," John says as he forcibly removes Sam from his truck.
They enter the station and John goes up to the store clerk. He was a teenager.
"She's going to stay here while I go to the bathroom do you have me?" John says as he flashes the teen the knife. The guy nods his head quickly. John turns his attention to Sam. "Don't say a word."
Sam watches as John enters the bathroom and closes the door. Sam turns to the clerk.
"Where are we?" she whispers.
"Wilmington," the clerk says carefully.
"Give me a pen and paper," Sam orders. Once received she writes something down. "When we leave I want you to call this number and give them any information you can, but make sure you tell them Wilmington okay? It will most likely be FBI if not my parents. Tell them Sam's okay, but you need to hurry. Wilmington."
Sam gives him the paper and he places it in his pocket carefully. John exits the bathroom and grabs Sam by the arm.
"Not a word!"
The clerk watches as John drives off with the girl. He pulls out the paper and picks up the phone.
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Kelsey paces the Baker living room going over through her head about what had happened early. It had been a few hours since Sam was taken and there was still no word.
"Kelsey, sit down!"
Kelsey looks up and sees Julian standing in front of her with a stern look on his face.
"It's not your fault so stop trying to think it is. Just sit down next to Brooke and let everyone else do their job and locate my daughter. It's only going to get worse if you let it get to your head."
Kelsey looks at Julian with tears in her eyes.
"I love her."
"We all do, but I've been where you are. It will only get worse if you dwell on it. So, go sit down."
Kelsey sighs and sits down next to Brooke and rests her head on her shoulder.
"I don't want to feel like this ever again."
"None of us do Kelsey."
When the phone rings, Julian, Brooke and Kelsey stand up, but Agent Berry comes from outside.
"Don't answer that phone!" Agent Berry looks at the other officers in the room. "I need a trace on this call." Once the trace was set up Agent Berry looks at Julian, "answer it."
"Who is this?"
"Ah, look, um some girl just told me to call this number and say Wilmington."
"What girl?"
"Brown hair and brown eyes, she looked scared though. Some dude was with her. He had a knife."
"Is there anything else you can think of?"
"He was driving a blue truck if that helps."
Julian looks up at Agent Berry and she takes the phone from him.
"Explain everything you can remember."
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"Home sweet home," John says as he drags Sam into the house.
"Where are we?" Sam asks as she looks around.
"I'm not telling you that baby, come on, I'll show you to our room."
Sam let's John drag her upstairs and into a room which she can only presume as the bedroom.
"Don't worry; we won't be doing anything tonight, tomorrow though, after the wedding."
Sam looks at John in shock.
"I'm not going to do that."
John pushes Sam on the bed onto her stomach. John straddles the back of her and whispers in her ear.
"I don't care what you think baby. You are going to be my wife. Kiss your family goodbye; kiss your friend Kelsey goodbye."
"Girlfriend, she's my girlfriend."
John pulls on Sam's hair bringing her head forward and her groaning in pain.
"What was that?"
"Nothing," Sam cries out. "Nothing."
"That's what I thought."
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"I need to relook at all the facts we have on this guy. Why is he back in Wilmington? I need to go over everything."
"With all due respect Agent Berry, but what are you hoping to fine?" Brooke asks.
"I don't know, anything really."
"Like you said, why is back in Wilmington? That's only a few hours away," Julian comments.
"It's where it all started," Kelsey says from her spot on the couch. "He's going back to the beginning. He's having a do-over," Kelsey looks up at Agent Berry with a frown. "What was his relationship like with your daughter?"
Agent Berry raises an eyebrow at the young girl.
"Just hear me out."
"They were in love or at least I knew my daughter was. He looked at her and you could see the love in his eyes. It's sick after what he did."
"Yeah, but in his mind he did love her even just a little bit. Did they talk about their future at all?"
Agent Berry sighs and closes her eyes.
"They were going to go to college. They were going to get a house and eventually get married."
"He wants to do it over. He wants to get it right. He's going to force her into marriage," Kelsey admits with a sigh.
"What makes you think she'll go for that?"
"She doesn't want to die and he'll kill her if she doesn't do what he says."
"You would make a good cop or FBI agent."
"It runs in the family."