Chapter Four

The funeral for Daniel Pierce was held a few weeks before Nica was born. Sarah wiped her tears away from her eyes.

"Barb, put this white rose on the box where daddy sleeps." Sarah gave the rose to Barb.

Barb carefully placed the rose on top of the coffin then ran to Sarah in tears.

Sarah put an arm over her shoulder and pulled her in close. "Barbie, it's okay." Sarah looked right to see Charles staring at her with a smile.

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While the guests began to leave, Sarah, Barb, and Charles stayed while they lowered his casket into the ground.

"I'm very sorry for what happened." Charles put his hand on her shoulder.

Sarah looked at Charles. "Oh, it's not your fault."

"I know, but I'm just saying my regards." Charles grinned.

Sarah hugged him. "Thank you." She sniffled.

Charles let her go. "Why don't you come over my house for dinner. Bring Barb along too."

Sarah smiled softly. "We would love to, Charles."

"You can call me Chucky." He held her hand.

Sarah looked at Barbie. "We should be going. I'll come over tomorrow tonight." Sarah let go of his hand and took Barb's hand.

Sarah took Barb inside the daycare. "Try not to eat too much. We're going over to Charles' house after i get out of work. I'll pick you up at six. I love you." She kissed Barb's forehead.

5:30pm

Sarah walked out behind the building to her car.

"Sarah!" Charles called out.

Sarah turned around. "Charles? What are you doing here?" She smiled.

Charles stuck sunflowers in her face. "I got these for you."

Sarah took them. "Charles, how nice of you." She smelled them. "They smell wonderful too."

Charles smiled. "Difficult to find they're not exactly in season."

Sarah nodded. "Well, thank you. I can give you a ride. I was on my way to pick up Barbie." She headed toward the car.

Charles wrapped one arm around her chest and one had a knife pressed up against her back. "I don't want to hurt you."

Sarah took short breaths. "Charles, what are you doing?"

"Get in the car and I say where we go." He led her to the car.

(This is the beginning of our roleplay)

Sarah laid in a room Charles put her in. Sunflowers cluttered the room around her. Sarah wanted to escape and get away from the man she thought she knew. She was handcuffed to the bed, enabling her to move. Her head throbbed and her stomach ached. She could barely breathe due to the rag in her mouth and the tape over mouth.

Charles walked down the steps then sat by Sarah. "You don't look very comfortable, Sarah." He took away the tape and rag then kissed her on the cheek.

Sarah smiled softly. "The cuffs are hurting my wrists." She moved them slightly. "It would be nice to walk around a little." She looked around the room.

"Don't be greedy, I'll lossen them a little." Charles remarked.

"You're right. I'm sorry." She looked at Charles apologetically.

"So, how ya feeling?" Charles asked.

"I feel fine. Thanks for asking." She half smiled. "Do you know the time?"

"Six-thirty." Charles said.

"Barbie has to be picked up from daycare. Could I go get her?" Sarah gritted her teeth.

"I'll drive." Charles said.

Sarah sat up and rested her hand on his shoulder. "I appreciate your kindness, but I can do it. I'll drop her off at my sister's and I'll be right back." Sarah stood up.

"No fuckin' way! You'll never come back! I'll pick her up myself!" He said as he pinned her down and handcuffed her wrists back to the sides.

Sarah struggled to get out of the cuffs but to no avail. "Charles! Please! I promise I'll be back! Just don't leave me here alone again!" She sobbed.

Twenty minutes later, Charles came back with Barb and tied her to a chair.

Sarah looked up at her crying child. "Barb, sweetheart, it's going to be okay." She looked to Charles. "Take her to my sister's! Can't you tell how scared she is?"

"She's fine! Stop being so greedy!" Charles yelled.

"She's crying from fear! At least let me comfort her." She tried not to yell.

Charles untied Barb and gripped her arm. "You wanna see fear?!" He lifted up Barb's shirt and with one slash, he slit her stomach. Both Barb and Sarah screeched.

"Barb! NO!" Sarah watched Barb die in front of her. She looked at Charles with tear-filled eyes. "I hate you! Let me go!" She trembled.

Charles sat on the edge of the bed. He wiped the bloody red knife on his jacket then cut into Sarah's stomach.

"Nica!" She screamed. One of the cuffs were loose and Sarah punched Charles in the face and unlocked the other cuff. She ran to the top of the stairs and looked down at him.

Charles lifted himself up then wiped his bloody nose.

Sarah ran outside holding her stomach. Shortly, the police arrived and she was quickly taken to the hospital.