Chapter Six

Shawn had woken up with his head pounding like crazy. He let out a painful moan. He knew he had gained a couple of new bruises on his face from when Larry had hit him before. That and he was certain he had a black eye. He suddenly tried to shift his body to a more comfortable position. He sighed heavily. He was so tired of having to go through all of this. He had managed to escape for a little while, but only through finally being able to fall asleep. But then he had woken up to this nightmare again. He had woken up to this nightmare that would never seem to end. Hell, it was worse than a nightmare, it was real. A few more tears fell down as he remained trapped there and unable to get out. More than anything he just wanted out of this horrible place and to be home with his loved ones. More than anything he just wanted to be home with her. His heart ached as he longed to be with her.

While he was asleep he had been dreaming of her. He had been dreaming of his sweet angel. She had looked so incredibly beautiful, as they danced as the snowflakes fell down upon them. He watched her as snowflakes fell into her hair. He would take his hand, and he would brush the snowflakes off of her. He would bring his lips down to kiss her sweet lips and the two of them would kiss for forever while the snow fell. After awhile they would slowly pull away and they would smile happily at each other. Finally, he would reach for her hand and ask her to go inside so they could warm up by the fire. They were both so happy and in love with each other as they would walk together. It all just felt so heavenly being with his sweet angel.

It was such a wonderful dream, just the two of them, alone. Would they ever get the chance to be alone again in reality? Would he ever get to see his angel here on earth ever again?

Or would Larry Welch take that all away from him?

It pained him so much to think he might never see the love of his life again. That thought to him was just incredibly unbearable.

He suddenly closed his eyes in pain, as he thought of the threat Larry gave on Belle's life. It was all too much to handle, thinking he might go after Belle. And if he did, he knew there was no way he could prevent Larry from doing whatever he would do to her. There was no way he could get out of here and warn Belle. Hell, he cared more about Belle's life then he did his own. If only there was someway to get to her. If only there was someway to escape from this terrible place. Escaping from here just seemed to be impossible to him however. And even if he tried, he was terrified of what Larry might try and do to Belle if he did. He was terrified to even risk it. He was beyond terrified.

The thought of Belle being dead was something he couldn't even handle thinking about. He shivered just at the thought. The very thought killed him. He just didn't want that to happen at all. How he hated this. He absolutely hated this all. He hated that he even had to worry about this. He wished he didn't have to and that this weren't happening. He really wished this weren't happening.

There just had to be a way back to her. He just didn't know how. He wished more than anything he knew how. But right now it all seemed so impossible. God how he wished it were possible at that moment.

He felt a tear fall down his face, as he softly whispered her name. He loved her name so incredibly much, "Belle. God I love you, and I will get home to you. I don't know how but somehow, someway we will find our way back to each other."

And suddenly, the door swung open. He immediately looked up to see who he hated more than anything in the world. Larry entered the room with his cell phone in his hand. Shawn looked up in total alarm. He looked at him with fear in his eyes as he could see Larry nearing towards him.

Larry held the phone in his hand, and grinned rather evilly at Shawn, as he sneered, "It's time. It's time to let the fun begin. Yes... tonight is when it all goes down."

Hope stared out the window, feeling very hopeless and scared. She had been doing that for a few moments. Jack, Marlena and John had all left them alone for awhile while Jennifer stuck around to keep them company. Belle was on the couch once again. She stared ahead of her. Fear and worry overwhelmed her as she sat there. She let out a deep sigh. Bo sat next to Belle. He nervously ran his hands through his hair, and you could tell that everything was starting to get to him and he was starting to go extremely crazy waiting.

No one had said a word for what seemed like forever. There seemed to be nothing left to say. Keep praying, keep believing, seemed to be over said. And as time flew by, everyone was starting to believe the worst. They were all starting to worry that the worst had already happened.

Hope continued to look out the window. She was unable to get those terrible visions out of her mind. She pictured her son tied up and unable to defend himself. She kept having visions of Shawn being hurt, of Larry attacking him, or even killing him. Her whole body shook as she pictured him lying dead somewhere. She just hated picturing these images in her mind. A few tears slid down her face as she did.

All of a sudden Bo stood up. He looked extremely angry and absolutely furious, "Damn it!" he exploded. He started pacing around like mad, "I just want that bastard to call back- and NOW! It feels like he hasn't called back in forever! Anything could have happened to my son by now dang it!" in a furious rage, he picked up a glass vase, and threw it hard against the wall that was behind the couch. Belle couldn't help but duck as it nearly missed her. Belle could hear the vase crash behind her. She looked up in total shock at Bo. She was breathing hard as she looked at him. Bo ignored it though, and he madly started trashing the entire room. He started throwing everything angrily. He then flung his arms in the air, and wacked all the picture frames off of the fire mantel. Hope watched in shock as they flew to the floor.

He then picked up the last remaining picture of Shawn that was still placed on the mantel, causing Hope to jump up in alarm, "Bo, Bo- stop it!" she cried. She was now in hysterics but she started to race to him, "You can't destroy that picture- we may never be able to take another picture of Shawn, ever again!" before she could get to him however he had already slammed it so hard against the wall that the glass shattered. Hope suddenly reached him and she tried to pull him back, she desperately tried to place her arms around him and comfort him. She finally managed to.

Bo collapsed against her. He was sobbing like crazy now. He was unable to control the tears that flowed from his eyes.

"Hey, hey," Hope tried to reassure him. She held him rather tightly, "It's okay. It's okay."

"He hasn't called yet," Bo broke away from her suddenly, "How can it all be okay? Don't you know that every minute Shawn is with Larry, the worse it will get for Shawn? The less likely it is that we will ever see him again? The less likely my son will be alive?"

"Shawn is still alive," Jennifer jumped up and walked over to Bo and Hope. She had been watching the whole thing in shock, "Bo, you have to believe that. You have to believe that also Hope. This long wait between phone calls is just a way to get Larry to make you go crazy. And can't you see its working? You two can't do this to yourselves. You need to stay strong, and hold onto faith that Shawn will be alright. If Larry sees you like this, being weak during this, he will have won. But you can't let him win! So stay strong, stay tough and believe in Shawn."

"I know that Jennifer," Bo sighed. He let out a long and deep sigh. He felt a huge rush of frustration go through him at that moment, "But it's tough. It's too tough. I can't help but want to freak out. Shawn's life is in the hands of a mad man, Larry Welch! He could have done so many bad things to him by now; he could have even killed him!"

He took a deep breath, "I just wish he would call more than anything. I want my son back! Damn it! I want him back NOW!"

And suddenly, the phone rang; causing everyone to look at the phone.

"BO!" Hope suddenly cried, she looked at the phone with wild eyes.

Belle's heart was pounding wildly. She watched with wide eyes as Bo desperately raced to it. He raced to the phone as if his life depended on it. He took a very long deep breath before he spoke into the phone rather quickly, "Bo Brady."

"Dad?" he suddenly heard his son's voice on the other end of the phone.