Reliving The Past

Chapter 46

Frisco calls Elizabeth's phone to give her the update about when they would be leaving. But all he gets is voice mail. So then he calls Franco's phone.

"Hello?" Franco answers.

"Hey Franco. It's Frisco. I tried to reach Elizabeth. But her phone is going straight to voice mail. Is something wrong?"

"Yeah. Her plan is in action now. They took her. So you guys need to get out of there fast. God only knows how many of the people are still there beyond those three you guys got." Franco says, sounding sad.

"We will be leaving in about two hours. We have to stop at the hotel to gather our things and then we will be off. As soon as we get the kids settled on Sonny's island, Lucky, Sonny and I will be on our way to help. But it's probably a good thing Liz isn't available to talk. He father is just a pig headed jerk. He's mad at Liz. He's refusing to go to the island. He wanted to talk to Liz first. But I tell you what. That Cameron gave him a great speech about not being the father he thought he would be. And his mom was right about him. She thought her parents would talk bad about her to her kids. Cam didn't believe it until he heard the words out of Jeff's mouth. After he was told she was raped right after they left. Didn't faze him at all." Frisco says, feeling weird about the whole thing. Something seems off on everything. He just couldn't put his finger on what it was.

"Well, he better not get near me and say anything like that. I don't know how someone there didn't just knock his ass out. How can anyone blame someone or be mad at them for be raped? It's just so frustrating. I didn't want her to go near these crazy people. But she had to know they were outside the safe house. She stayed in her room and then came out to make meatloaf for Max and I. she didn't plan on eating. So she had to know they were right outside. Maybe it was her time with Jason that made her see what people tried to hide. We had the meeting with people. Now we follow her plan to the letter and get her back and nail these guys to the wall." Franco says, his mind half there and half with how to get Liz back safely.

"Well, be very careful. We will be there as soon as we can. Don't do anything stupid Franco." Frisco says, hanging up.

"Me, do anything stupid. That's ridiculous." Franco says out loud and go to Liz's bedroom.

Elizabeth wakes up in the dark. For a brief moment she thinks she's blind or blindfolded. But it turns out she's on a room with no window and no lights on. Her hands are shackled to the cool brink wall. She's sitting against the wall. She tries to think of how to get help to her. With this room, she's thinking that the GPS tracker that she placed in her might not get through these walls. They seem to be pretty thick walls. But she's not sure how long she's been out. So she could really be anywhere. But it smells musty. And to have shackles in the wall, this had to be a very old building. The oldest building she can think of anywhere nearby is Wyndemere. But why would they bring her to a house she knows? She prays the tracker is able to get to the app. Hopefully this won't take long. She wants to spend as little time with these freaks as she can. And hope she makes it back to her boys. She hears scuffling of shoes on the dirty concrete floor. But no light turns on.

"Not a word." Is whispered in her ear. Same as that night. But this time she stays mad and defiant.

"What? Is that supposed to make me shake and cry? If I do shake it's from anger. I would suggest you not remove these restraints. Then you might see just how you have changed me." Elizabeth says, cocky. It's silent for a moment. She knew then that knocked him off kilter.

"Oh. Are we woman, hear you roar?" Tom mocks.

"No. I prefer to be as shy and quiet you were that night. So no one knows when I'm coming." Elizabeth grins, all empowered.

"Oh. I get it." Tom says, then is quiet. She doesn't hear movement. So she tenses herself up for impact or some type of action. He is so predictable. He grabs the back of her head. Her hair bunched in his hand. He yanks her head back. She expects a slap of some sort. But instead he kisses her. She tries to pull away. When she can't she bits his tongue to get him to stop. He lets go.

"Ouch! You little bitch! You are going to pay for that!" Tom pulls his hand back and with all his might back hands her face. This knocks her out. And Tom stands over her breathing heavy. He watches her sitting there. His night vision goggles his only peace. He leaves to tend to his bleeding tongue.

Elizabeth's not sure how long she had been out for, but her right check and eye felt about the size of General Hospital. Her eye felt like it wanted to just pop out of her head. But she also could barely open it. She goes to lick her lip and can taste a copper flavor at the corner of her mouth. So she knew that he split her lip. She couldn't help compare that night in February and now. Then he beat her everywhere but her face. Now he beat her face and nowhere else. She tries to keep calm. Trying not to lose sight of her plan. She knows that he alone will come to see her again. And he has to have night vision goggles. That impact was dead on. Next time he comes in, she has to get him to at least release one arm. Or maybe get him to let her use the restroom. Then her next step will be in play. She's praying hard that they can track her. If they can't, her next step in the plan is not going to work and she will be in trouble.

"I have my bags packed. Now let's go get you guys all packed and get out of here. I have never been so ashamed of Jeff in all my life." Mary says, carrying her bags to the front door.

"Grandma Laura, may I go say goodbye to HIM?" Cameron asks.

"Sure honey. Just remember not to take what he says to heart." Laura kisses Cameron on the top of the head. Cameron walks into the other room. He sees Jeff standing at the picture window, looking out that the back yard. Glass of scotch in his hand. "Dr. Webber. Might I have a few words with you before I leave?" Cameron waits permission.

"Sure. Go ahead and tell me what else is wrong with me." Jeff says, taking a sip of his drink.

"Sir, I don't begin to understand the relationship between a father and daughter. But I can tell you that I have witnessed my mother from afar. Watched her when she thought I wasn't looking. I see my very strong and very smart mother go through one problem after another. I can see the pain and horror in her eyes. And I am almost positive that my mother is wishing that she had her father there to help her. To make the hurt go away. Just like we all do. We all have a parent we seem to cling to more because of a connection or favoritism. I know, parents deny they have favorites. But I will let you in on a little secret. I know my mother loves us all a bunch. But she treats each of us a little differently. Mainly because my brothers still have their fathers. I don't. I see the hurt in her eyes sometimes when she looks at me. She doesn't know I see, but I do. Almost like she's sad. Or it hurts her more to see me without my father. Lucky has been an ok substitute father. About 50/50. I know now he loves me. But it's not the same love as with Aidan. It's even different than with Jake. So I would guess it's the same with Aunt Sarah and my mom. Mom says Aunt Sarah was the good daughter. And mom was the trouble child. But didn't it ever occur to you or Grandma Mary that she acted out to get you to see her past Aunt Sarah?" Cameron looks at him, his back still to Cameron.

"Your mother was a handful as a child. I always felt I had to give Sarah more praise because we always seem to be focused on your mom and all her antics. I never meant for Lizzie to feel invisible. I just wanted her to be good and kind like Sarah. Kids don't come with handbooks. If they did it would be much easier. I can't believe your mother raised you three boys alone. I guess she's channeling the trouble she used to get into, into being a pretty good mother." Jeff takes another sip of his drink.

"Sir, she is the best. Sure I would have loved to been able to get a laptop for Christmas like some of my friends. Or go to summer camp this year. But mom is doing her best. After our house blew up, we had to replace lots of things. That is why I try to keep Jake and Aidan from asking for things. I know she tries so hard to give us extras. Maybe soon she will let me babysit so we can save money that way. She put aside her art to make sure we are taken care of. She is amazing. I saw pictures of Lucky that she painted. And this one picture she painted for Jake's father. It's called the wind. Mom explained it to me once. It was her memory of part of the city on the back of Jake's dad's motor cycle. Mom said that was one of her most painful and wonderful time of her life. You can see the emotion in her eyes when she talks about things." Cameron stops. Jeff turns around and looks at Cameron. He can see tears trailing down his checks. Jeff can see the fear in his eyes. He sets down his glass and walks over to Cameron.

"It's going to be ok. Your mother is strong." Jeff hugs Cameron.

"What if they kill her?" Cameron asks, sounding more like the scared kid that he is and less like the wise person that lives inside him.

"Well, we are going to make sure that doesn't happen. You go tell your Grandmas to hold on a minute. Your Granddad is going to go pack a bag. Then we can help your mother. Maybe we can talk more on the plane. You are smart. Just like your mom." Jeff hugs Cameron one more time and then lets Cam go. And he goes to pack a bag. He mentally tells Liz he's coming to help his baby.

"I can't understand this. I was getting a tiny blink. But it was so faint and for just a second. I couldn't pin point the exact location. Maybe if we drive around we can get a better hit on the tracker." Franco says, holding his phone. Also frustrated enough that he wanted to chuck his phone out the window.

"And all our computer savvy people are not here." Max says

"Wait! Doesn't Sonny's daughter and her sister know computers?" Franco asks.

"Kristina and Molly. They both are in college. They might know someone that is if they don't. Let me just call Kristina." Max walks out of the room to call Kristina.

"Hold on Elizabeth. I'll find you. Even if it takes the rest of my life. You're wrong if you think that getting kidnapped is going to get rid of me." Franco smiles as he talks to himself. He tries to get the app to work.

"Hello?"

"Hey Kristina. This is Max. I need a favor. Do you know computers and techy stuff very well?" Max asks.

"I get by. What are we talking about here?" Kristina asks, intrigued.

"A phone app. Possibly more than that. A tracker." Max says, not wanting to give too much info.

"I guess I am pretty good with those. When do you need the help?"

"NOW! It's kind of a life and death issue." Max's voice gets a little higher letting Kristina know he was serious.

"Ok, where are you? I can be there in a minute." Kristina tries to sound calm for Max's sake.

"Where are you? I will come get you."

"I'm at home. Mom's house." Kristina replies.

"Ok. Be there in a few minutes. Thanks Kristina." Max hangs up before getting a reply. He goes into the room Franco is in. "Kristina says she can do it. I'm going to get her and bring her back."

"No. Let's both go get her and she can figure it out as we drive around." Franco looks at his watch. "We should have everyone in their places by now. It's past time. Let's go!" Franco rushes out the door. Max follows quickly after.

"I have the fear of God in her now." Tom says, coming back into what they call the war room.

"This is the best place. Even if she escapes, she can't get away. Ha! Ha!" Rick says, just so happy with how things are going.

"Yes. And she won't escape to find out she's stuck. Not until we let her go. God I love the hunt!" Tom smiles. Thinking all about what things he's going to do to Elizabeth.

"You better hurry with her. She's a real nice piece." Rick says, like the predictor he is.

"Oh no. I was in prison for a LONG time. She and I are going to take our sweet time. And she deserves all she's going to get and more. Teacher her to mess with me. Good thing that her friends are all dead. And when I've finished her off, I will find her little boyfriend and take him out. The four of them can wreak havoc in hell together." Tom says, loading a gun. On the table is a big case that has all kinds of knives and tools for maximum torture. And he was going to introduce each one to Elizabeth. Slowly and with artistic creativity. She would be sorry for all the trouble she's caused him. Starting with what happened in Boulder and then what happened in Port Charles. He tries to think what will cause the most pain. And the least damage. He puts the gun down and goes to get the rest of his equipment that he will need. Then he has a date with Elizabeth.

A/N: Sorry to you all for the darkness that is creeping in. But the battle has begun and it's not so clean cut. So brace yourselves. I hope you all liked the chapter and can't wait to read your reviews. Thanks for hanging in and reading and reviewing. More to come soon.