Hope this doesn't dampen everyone's new year spirits, and sorri about shortness.
Sam lay in the spare bed in Hugh's house, she went up to bed an hour and half ago but she still couldn't sleep. Things were running through her head. She kept thinking about Abi. Was she ok sleeping downstairs on the sofa? Hugh had made sure it was comfortable enough for her and Sam was grateful but then all the poisonous stuff Phil had said about Hugh was running through her head. What was his problem?
She heard the door creak open and light from the landing came in a line. She stayed very still but the urge to look was more powerful so she turned over. Hugh was stood at the doorway, he walked in and sat on the edge of her bed.
"Did I wake you?" He asked, stroking the side of her face.
"No, I can't sleep." She admitted.
"Sam, the balaclava guy isn't going to hurt Abi or you anymore." Hugh told her.
"You can't promise that though." Sam said.
"I assure you, he won't hurt you anymore." Hugh said, he put an arm around her. "You probably should get some sleep you've been through a lot."
Sam relaxed against him and drifted off to sleep.
"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, six sheep - oh bugger." Phil lay in his bed, trying to sleep but it wasn't easy. He kept thinking about Sam. Whether she was safe. Whether she was happy. He thought about it, well it was now half two in the morning so she was probably sound asleep. All he wanted was her to realise what kind of man Hugh was, or more her to remember what kind of man Hugh was. He isn't the lovely doctor friend who helped find her daughter. He's the vicious, jealous abductor. "One sheep, two sheep, three sheep, four sheep, six sheep - oh BUGGER!"
I need some sleep
It can't go on like this I tried counting sheep
But there's one I always miss
Everyone says I'm getting down too low
Everyone says you just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go
Jack kept telling him to leave her. Either he was going mad or she was. "Neither, it's Hugh!" Phil said to himself, then realised he was talking to himself, not a good sign considering he's trying to convince himself he's not bonkers. He couldn't just give up, let her go. What if something terrible happened and he could have prevented it? What if he hurts her and Abi? Then whose fault would it be? Of course Hugh's but also his? No, also Jack's. Jack wouldn't do anything to save her.
I need some sleep
Time to put the old horse down
I'm in too deep
And the wheels keep spinning 'round Everyone says I'm getting' down too low
Everyone says you just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go
You just gotta let it go
Phil rolled over on his side and sighed. He'd do anything to help her, even if she didn't want his help. His eye lids felt heavy and they finally closed.
You just gotta let it go
-I Need Some Sleep by Eels -