Spookychild’s writings

“Suzie,” Samuel spoke softly.  And he felt himself choke up with tears. He had thought that she was dead and here she was alive and a prisoner.  No matter how long the last two years and three months felt to him, they had probably felt like a lifetime to her.  He was sure he couldn’t even begin to imagine the horrible things she had been through. He glanced up at the man again, wondering if he, too, had hurt Suzie.

Suzie couldn’t even say Samuel’s name. She tried to blink the tears away to see Samuel’s eyes when he said her name. But she couldn’t. She shook her head and sobbed. Her eyes might as well be closed.

Samuel felt a few tears fall out of his eyes. She was only confirming more and more to him that she wasn’t sick and was a prisoner. He felt frustrated. He would, if she understood, stand up now and knock the man out and take her out of here. But he needed to know if there were babies. And if there were cameras, did Jaxson have someone else that would help him? He could take on one or two guys at a time. But if he knocked out the fake orderly. Would it only be Jaxson who came next, or would there be more people.

 Finally. Samuel knew there was only one way to communicate with her. He worked his hand into his pocket and took the note he had written out, and slipped it into the palm of his hand. She was still crying. Her eyes were closed now. Samuel was sure that she thought that this was their only meeting. No. Samuel would not rest until he saw her again and got an answer to this question. Even if he had to break down the door.

“Suzie!”  He whispered, reaching out his hand towards her. “ Suzie, don’t cry. I’m here for you I will be here for you.”

Suzie opened her eyes, and for a second, she saw his arm outstretched towards her. She suddenly remembered the dream. He was in the dream. This happened in her dream. She hesitated only a second, and then she reached out her hand towards his. She didn’t speak, she only stretched out till it hurt and their fingers brushed. Samuel grasped her hand tightly with his. She looked up into his eyes. He was looking at her earnestly. It wasn’t how he was looking at her a few minutes before. Then he had looked shocked and concerned. Now he looked urgent and determined.