Kidnapped

Chapter 32

Kyle walked upstairs again, to our room. A lit cigarette hung out of his mouth. "Two more left..." he smiled, staring at me and Derek.

"Please leave us alone..." I was now crying, holding Gwen in my lap. Garrett was in Derek's lap.

"Why would I do that? Don't you want some fun?"

"No." Derek growls, staring up at Kyle.

"Aww, come on, I want you all to see something!" Kyle ran out quickly, shutting the door behind him.

I look at Derek with his bloodshot red eyes staring at me.

Kyle came back upstairs, a little girl with shirt black and white hair, bright blue eyes, and wearing a black t-shirt stood next to him. She smiled up to
Kyle. Charlotte.

"Hi Daddy..." Charlotte smiled to Kyle.

"Who are they, Charlie?" Kyle smiles back.

She looks at me and Derek, a grin spread across her face. "Monsters, Daddy. They're weak."

"That's my girl!" Kyle ruffled her hair as Charlotte giggled.

"Kyle... What did you do to my baby girl..."

"Nothing, this is what you did,"

I look down, sighing. He was right.

"Charlotte, you stay here, I'll be back," Kyle smiles and walks out.

"Charlie, look at me." Derek says. Charlotte looks at him slowly. "You want to help your daddy?"

"Yes..."

"You need to call 911 then, your daddy will get help, you won't have to deal with us anymore,"

Charlotte smiled and runs out. I look at Derek. "Think it will work?"

"Maybe," Derek sighs, kissing Garrett's head.

I look down at Gwen, running my fingers through her hair.

A high pitched scream suddenly came from downstairs. I look up alarmed as Kyle stormed upstairs holding Charlotte with his hand clamped over her mouth. She squirmed in fear, trying to get away from him.

"Kyle, let go of her..." I growl, clenching my fists.

"You told her to call the police?" Kyle yells, throwing Charlotte down. "What the fuck is wrong with you!"

"I'm tired of this bullshit, Kyle!" Derek screams. "We want to go home!"

Kyle clenched his fists as sirens started out front. He suddenly smiled and walked out for a moment, coming back in with a black bag. He grabs Derek's wrist then mine, dragging us out.

He drags us down to the basement and throws me in the corner, tying my wrists together behind me.

"Kyle please," I whisper. "Please le-"

Kyle takes out a roll of duct tape and smoothed a piece over my mouth.

"Get away from her!" Derek screams, holding the twins tightly in his arms.

"Aww, come on Derek, I didn't forget you," He took the twins from Derek, tying his wrists together.

Kyle put a piece of duct tape over his mouth and carried the twins out.

We were across the room from each other, staring into each other's eyes. Help was here, we were about to be saved. But what if they didn't find us?

"FBI open up!" A voice screams upstairs.

There was a mob of screaming from upstairs before a gunshot goes off.

"Search around the house! They have to be here somewhere!"

"We need a medic!"

"They aren't breathing!"

They?

Are my babies okay?

"We found two kids! They're newborns!"

"Get them to the hospital!"

The door suddenly swung open, someone flipped on the lights. Someone stood there, who I thought would never see again.

My father.

He wore an FBI vest, a long black shirt under it. He had dark marks under his eyes from the loss of sleep, he was more skinnier than I remember.

"I found them!" Dad screams to the group. "Abigail!" He ran down the stairs and kneeled in front of me. He was crying as he ripped the duct tape off my mouth and wrapped his arms around me.

I sob in his shoulder as he pulls his fingers through my hair. Another officer runs down the stairs and starts untying Derek.

Dad unties my wrists and I wrap my arms around his neck sobbing. He scoops me up in his arms carrying me upstairs. The woman officer carries Derek and they set us into the ambulance.

Dad starts to leave my side before I grab his hand. "Please don't leave me Daddy..."

"I won't leave you, I won't leave you ever again baby girl," Dad sits next to me on the ambulance as it starts driving off.

"Abigail,"

I tilt my head to Dad slowly.

"You know the man who hurt you?"

I nod.

"He killed himself and this other little girl, only 3 I'm sure, such a shame,"

Charlotte.

He killed Charlotte.

"Daddy..."

"Yes, Abigail?"

"That was my baby, Daddy..."

"Oh god... Oh god baby I--"

"Did you find twins?"

"Yes, they were okay..."

"They're mine too, Daddy..."

Dad looks down and nods. A doctor puts a mask over my face, making me starting to get tired.

"I love you Abigail,"

***

"Abby! Abby!"

I open my eyes to see Zeke standing next to me. Good Lord, he was 12.

He reaches out and grabs my hand, tears running down his face. My legs were in casts, my wrist was in a cast. My body was bandaged up. Derek was in the hospital bed next to me, the twins in his lap.

"I love you so much..." He sobs, lowering his head.

Mom walks in, tears running down her face. "Oh my god, my baby girl,"

She kisses my forehead and I grab her hand, tears running down my face.

I was safe.

My family was here.

Derek was safe.

Gwen and Garrett were safe.

But Kyle was dead.

Charlotte was dead.

Henry was dead.

Amelia was dead.

Austin was dead.

Michael was dead.

Even if I won getting saved, I will never win at getting my daughter, my son, my best friends, and my protecter back.

"Abigail," Zeke cries, looking at me.

I look up at him.

"I love you... I missed you so much... I love you more than anything in the world.."

"I love you too, Zeke..." I managed to say, actually being able to smile.

And for once.

I wasn't afraid to.