Spookychild’s writings

 Samuel sunk into the seat across the table from Susie. He wanted to hug her and explain he would get her out of there, but he couldn’t.  Samuel glanced up at the big man, wearing the white orderly costume, watching carefully, too close to be orderly.  No, the man was a guard, and he knew it. Samuel took a deep breath.

 Susie wanted so badly to beg Samuel to take her away. She gazed at him with water leaking out of her eyes; even if she could speak, she wouldn’t because of a lump blocking her trachea. But she remembered her babies and remembered she didn’t have them. She didn’t know she could return to the room and get them out, even if Samuel knocked the big man out. 

No, no, Samuel didn’t even know she was a prisoner. He would never knock the man out. And she couldn’t communicate with him about her situation. She couldn’t say anything and began to cry.

“Susie,” 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 couldn’t even imagine the horrible things she had been through. He glanced up at the man again, wondering if he, too, had hurt Susie.

Susie  couldn’t even say Samuel’s name. She tried to blink the tears away to see Samuel’s eyes when he said hers. But she couldn’t, only shook her head and sobbed. Her eyes might as well be closed for the liquid coming out.

 Samuel felt a few tears fall from his eyes. Her actions confirmed that she wasn’t sick and was a prisoner. He felt frustrated. If she understood,  he would stand up now and knock the man out and take her out of there. 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 only Jaxson come next, or would there be other people?

 Finally. Samuel knew there was only one way to communicate. He worked his hand into his pocket and took the note 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 these questions. Even if he had to break down the door.

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

Susie opened her eyes and, for a second, saw his arm outstretched toward her. She suddenly remembered the dream. He was in the dream, and this very thing had happened there. She hesitated only a second, and then reached out her hand towards his fingers. She didn’t speak, 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 gazing at her earnestly. This was different than his gaze upon entering the room that then, he looked shocked and concerned. Now he looked urgent and determined.