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When Lindy came to, she felt the bed underneath her even before she opened her eyes. Her ears rung as she pried her eyelids open. As she lifted herself into a sitting position, a sticky red substance ran down her face. Blood.
Oh god, what had that man done to her?
Lindy wiped her forehead with the back of her hand, (only smearing the blood) pulling her hand down, she noticed how much of the substance covered her knuckles. Her first thought was to strip her shirt off a press it to the wound, (there was no mirror, but just from the pain in her skull, it had to be pretty deep) but she decided against it. What if that man came back to check on her? What would happen if he saw her shirtless? What else would he do to her?
A cold shiver ran down her spine as she glanced around the room. It was dirty, the concrete floor, lined with old newspapers. An old desk lamp sat on a side table, but it didn't have a bulb or a shade for that matter. Even just sitting on the bed made her want to be sick to her stomach. Who knew what kind of bugs crawled in between the sheets?
She held her breath, easily climbing off the bed. Some bed it was, barely a mattress covered by a pair of worn cotton sheets on top of an old bed frame. The kind of frames that looked like it had come from a mental institution.
There was a closet, well closet doors. She held her breath, nervous to even check the inside.
As the blood ran down the side of her cheek, Lindy fought the urge to wipe it away with her fingers. That was only going to make it worse.
Her phone was gone from her pocket, correction, taken. She didn't have a way of knowing where she was trapped. She wasn't really sure how to plan an escape route. The room didn't have windows, and the door was probably bolted shut from the outside.
There was a dead silence in the room, (too silent) the only sound was her breathing.
It was time, time to look inside the barely covered closet.
Lindy squeezed her fingers, inching her feet toward the door. She watched the bedroom door as she locked her fingers around the knob of the closet. Pulling the door open, she let out her breath.
The closet was dark inside, but Lindy saw the outline of a figure huddled in the back, knees pulled to their chest (whoever it was).
"Hello?" Lindy called, making her voice was soft as she could.
The figure looked up.
"It's okay," Lindy assured, "I'm not going to hurt you."
The figure emerged out of the shadows.
Just seeing the face again, made Lindy's stomach churn. "Sarah," She whispered, cupping her hands over her mouth.
"Lindy!" The girl cried, falling into her elder sister's arms.
Lindy felt the weight lift off her shoulders. After years, her sister was finally back into her arms.
"What are you doing here?" Sarah whispered.
"We came to rescue you,"
"We?" Sarah shook her head, "Please tell me you didn't the cops involved in this?"
"Why?"
"He said if the police ever came, I would be the first one he would kill. Then, he was going to go straight from the rescuer,"
"Oh my god, Tommy," Lindy whispered, causing her sister to raise a brow. Lindy shook her head, biting her lip.
Who knew what that man has done to him?
"Is there a way out of here?" Lindy questioned, eyes hopeful.
"Not that I know of,"
"Shit," Lindy paced over to the door, digging in her pocket for a bobby pin. With her luck, it wouldn't be there. But it was.
Sarah leaned down as she watched her sister fiddle with the knob on the door. It clicked.
Lindy shook her head in disbelief. That had been too easy.
Was the masked man testing them? Testing her?
Lindy glanced at Sarah, before taking her sister by the arm, and pulling her out of the 'bedroom'. "You okay?" She questioned, chewing the edge of her lip.
"I'll be fine,"
Lindy knew it was a lie, (she'd known her sister to long not to know) but she let it slide. After all, they had more important things to deal with.
Catching Sarah's hand, she gripped it tight, (a support system) watching the surroundings in front of her. She wished she had Tommy's gun with her. (She wished they had Tommy). They needed the protection.
"Get in front of me," Lindy told Sarah, remembering briefly the last moments, her fingers dug into Tommy's shoulders. She watched as her sister did as she was told. After all, this was all about keeping her safe. She couldn't risk anything else happening to her.
They came to a crossroads, somewhere in between a drainage pipe and a wall. Lindy had to squeeze her shoulders in tight just to fit through the gap. "Do you know which way we need to go?" Her voice was soft, lips barely moving, as she glanced at the back of Sarah's head. In between the words, held a hidden message, what do you remember about being here?
Sarah nodded, taking a step forward.
Good. Lindy thought. Maybe we actually have a chance.
Lindy sucked in a breath, (forcing her eyes open) as they walked down a narrow hallway. She wouldn't admit it out loud, (never) but there was a knot forming in the pit of her stomach. She began to feel nervous again. Images flashed in her mind: the vomit coating her gums, the feeling of Tommy's hand on the back of her neck, holding her hair back. God, her stomach ached. But it was not the time to think about her own needs. No, this was about getting her sister to a safe place and finding Tommy.
A figure lurked a mere few feet away. Lindy focused her eyes, noticing the red stain of crimson ooze out on the concrete.
A police badge hung from the man's neck.
Lindy cupped her hands over her lips, letting out a soft cry. (She had to be quiet). Her legs moved, collapsing next to the figure. Lindy placed her hands on either side of his face. "Tommy?" She whispered. Watching Tommy bleed out on the concrete brougham image of Ben's lifeless form back into her head.
"Lindy," Blood sputtered out from between his lips. His eyes fluttered open, but his voice, it was weak.
Lindy nodded, feeling tears prickle in her eyes. "You're going to be okay," She assured him, feeling her sister's hand on her shoulder. She didn't glance at her, but she knew Sarah was there.
"Get out of here," Placing his hand over his wound, Tommy cringed. "Go,"
Lindy shook her head, hands moving to Tommy's blood soaked shirt. With her strength, she tore the fabric in two, until she reached his bare skin.
The sight before her made her shiver, but she held back her comment.
It looked terrible, but then again, it was a stab wound.
Don't die on me. LIndy thought, watching Tommy's pale face.
She'd never taken a nursing class. In all honestly, she had no clue how to dress a wound. The only thing, (injury wise) that she had ever witnessed in her life was when a boy at her summer camp (when she was younger) stopped breathing and a lifeguard had to use CPR on him.
At least that was up until Ben died.
She remembered her mother saying something about applying pressure on a wound to get it to stop bleeding.
Taking a small breath, Lindy slipped her top over her head. (It wasn't a time to focus on the fact that she just had on a bra underneath). She rolled her shirt up, laying the cotton on top of Tommy's stomach. As hard as she could, she pressed down.
"You're going to be fine," She whispered softly, watching as Tommy fought to keep his eyes open. "I'm not leaving here without you."
Even as the blood soaked up the shirt, Lindy felt a bit of relief wash over her.
"We need to get him to the hospital," Sarah said, leaning over Lindy's shoulder.
"Called backup," Tommy hissed, his breathing harsh.
Lindy nodded, continuing to press the wound.
"Hello Lindy, Sarah," A male voice called.
Lindy looked up. Standing less than a few feet away, was the kidnapper. Better known as the Flirtual Killer.
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This is late, I know, but like last week, this week was just a bad. Crazy in the sense that I have had no free time. I've worked on this chapter a bit throughout the week, but right now is the first time that I've actually had to sit down and write. It's not very long, so I'm sorry. Hope everyone isn't OCC. I'm still trying to work on writing Sarah.
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