~The Father's Perspective~
I opened the door to the house thirty minutes after we left, Noah still in my arms and walked in, slipping off my shoes. "Hun, I'm home."
My beautiful wife came running over, her black hair flowing behind her. She hugged us both tightly and looked at me with her tear stained face with relief. "Oh, thank god you're safe!"
She stepped back a bit, allowing me to set Noah down. The short distance between us for that amount of time seemed too much for me. Quickly, I gathered Emilee in my arms and held her tight, tears pricking the edge of my eyes. "I'm so sorry... I couldn't get Carrie..."
Instantly hearing that, she tensed up. Her face immediately removed all emotion and her normally shining blue eyes, were now dull as she looked into mine. "He still has her...?" Emilee asked quietly. I nodded slowly as the tears rolled down her delicate cheek bones. Reaching up, I wiped them away and hugged her once again, brushing back her hair as she buried her face in my shoulder.
"I'll get her back. I promise you..." I whispered quietly as her sobs escaped from her mouth. I frowned hearing her cry and rested my head on hers. Hearing her cry made my heart break. The love of your life crying is not the sight or noise you like hearing. It's one of the most painful things I have ever experienced. "It'll be alright hun..."
Emilee nodded slowly and wiped away her tears, offering me a small smile. In that moment, my whole world was back to normal. Like Carrie was still with us, her and Noah arguing over something stupid and Emilee and I laughing about it. Just everything was perfect again. I returned her smile with one of my own and stroked her cheek softly. "We got Noah... It will be a matter of time before we have Carrie again. But I know we can make it."
She nodded again and bent down to hug Noah. His arms instantly went around her neck as they embraced and that made the smile on my face more real than it was before. She whispered something to him and now everyone in this house was wearing that rare smile. It didn't last as long as I hoped as Noah's slowly faltered.
"He kept calling us 'his children'..." He looked up at me.
Emilee held Noah out a way and frowned at him. "His children?"
"Yeah. He says that he is our father," He made a disgusted face. Emilee stood up and looked at me a bit before angrily stomping off to the kitchen.
"Who does he think he is!?"
"Bastard needs to be taught a lesson. I'm your father, not him." I growled quietly and clenched my fists. What kind of sick twisted man is he? Calling our children his and keeping them captive... Oh hell no. That is not acceptable and never will be. I walked over to the doorway to the kitchen and leaned against it, watching Emilee pace a bit and finally look out the window above the sink. Her eyes closed and I watched her chest fall with a sigh. She was in so much pain right now and I couldn't do anything to help. That put me in a lot more pain than I'm already experiencing.
I walked up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist and rested my chin on her shoulder. "Everything will be fine..." She absentmindedly leaned against me and grabbed my arms gently with her slender hands.
"I really hope so..."
I smiled a bit and kissed her cheek. "I know so."
Emilee looked up at me with a sad smile. "We should do something as a family tonight..."
I looked at her questioning. It wouldn't be the same without Carrie's smart mouth.... "Okay... What do you have in mind?"
She sighed softly and her smile fell. "I don't know... I mean I know it won't be the same without Carrie, but there isn't much we can do right now..."
"I know hun... Anything you want to do, I'll do it." I offered her a small smile and rubbed her arm slowly. She had her thinking face on and smiled a bit.
"Want to ask Noah and see what he thinks...?" Emilee asked a bit unsure and I chuckled a bit.
"You can ask."
She nodded and stepped from my embrace. "Hey Noah?"
"Yeah mom?" He looked up at her from the couch as she sat next to him.
"Anything in particular you wanna do tonight? She asked him quietly.
He looked at her and his face fell. "I don't know..." It was a quiet mumble, but I could still hear it from where I was. I knew Emilee was just trying to take our minds from the problem, but I don't really agree with how she's doing it. Was I going to stop her? Hell no. I have no other ideas and a distraction would be nice, no matter what it is. Emilee sighed and hugged him loosely.
"I know it's hard... But it will be okay."
Noah smiled and leaned into her as she held him, whispering reassuring things into his ear. The sight made my heart swell with hope and happiness at the amazing family I had and will get back together. We were strongly woven together. We all loved each other and that was never going to change. Not now, not tomorrow, not a year from now, never.
~Carrie's Prospective~
My thoughts were screaming at me as I looked out through the bars. The silence was far too loud for me to bare, making my head fill the empty void I will never escape. I don't even know how long it's been since the encounter with my dad, but I do know is that I'm cold, hungry, sore, tired, and well past the point of wanting to go home. The cell and the items in it, pebbles and concrete, were my only companions. I groaned and picked up the closest pebble I could and threw it against the wall. "This freaking sucks!"
"Sucks you say...?" The man walked up to my cell, the perverted smile creeping upon his lips and I shuddered. "Maybe I can make things better."
I glared at him. "You have done quite enough already," I spat. The smile was now replaced with a grin of amusement and he unlocked the cell door and walked in, locking the door behind him. The keys I may add, were now in his pants and far from me ever wanting to touch them. I almost gagged but decided against it.
"Oh, but not enough..." He finally replied to my comment.
The fear clawed up my body and eventually flowed freely through my body as he walked closer to me, taking his precious time. "W-what are you doing?" I tried keeping my voice steady, but I failed miserably as he continued to get closer. Backing up against the wall, I instantly regretted that move.
He smirked. "What am I doing? That's a very good question..."
The man was now standing directly in front of me. I cringed down, trying to make myself smaller and hope that I could back up more than I already have, but me being powerless, it didn't work. He chuckled quietly.
"You don't have to be afraid of me..." He reached his hand out to touch my face and I took that to advantage. Swinging my hand up, I tightly grabbed his wrist and twisted his arm behind his back into a position that if I wanted, I could very easily break his arm.
"Try anything and you will be in a lot of pain..." I growled quietly.
Slowly and with lots of ease, he got out of my hold and that pissed me off even more. Making me feel weak is a very big pet peeve of mine and he just did exactly that. "That isn't any way to treat your father now is it?" I looked at his eyes a saw a flash of something. Pain? But I couldn't figure it out before he covered it up once again. That didn't matter now because here we go again with the father thing. I gritted my teeth.
"You're not my father..."
I squirmed as his eyes glided up and down my body and confusion settles on his face. "I'm not?" His brown eyes finally settled on my face softly and for a moment he almost looked vulnerable. He shook his head and narrowed his eyes at me, losing all sense of vulnerability he had. "I am your father and you will obey me." He snapped.
Anger flashed through my body and I straightened up, showing confidence I haven't felt in a long time. "You are not... My frickin' father. My father is the man I've known all my life and you are nothing close to being him."
A growl, so loud and terrifying came from the bottom of his throat and he grabbed my arm roughly and pulled me towards him. I yelped and he got up in my face, his breath hot on my cheeks. "I will... Be your father whether you like it... Or not."
I winced at the sharp tone and looked at the ground, fighting back the tears. The panic was starting to eat me alive, not knowing what he was capable of or what he even thought about doing was over and beyond unnerving. Then I realized something. "No father treats his child like this..." I whispered softly, questioning if he even heard me.
My question was answered as he released my arm and stepped back. "Y-you're right... I'm sorry."
I rubbed my arm where it was bruised from him gripping it so tight for so long and slowly stepped back to the fall, sliding against it meeting the floor. Avoiding looking at him, I gazed out between the rusty bars once again. His stare penetrated my skin and I shuddered slightly. "What are you still doing here? I thought we finished business," I asked him harshly, still not finding the guts to look at him.
"No..." His footsteps echoed against the walls as he came over and sat next to me. "Can you tell me who I am...?"
I scoffed. "I don't think you wanna hear what I have to say," I mumbled under my breath and I heard him hesitate slightly before standing up and brushing himself off.
"I'll get you something to eat baby girl..." He grabbed the keys and retreated, locking the cell door once again once he was out. Baby girl. My lip trembled and for the first time since this mess happened, I cried. The sobs shook my body as I let them escape, not even bothering to hold them back any longer. What's the point? I'm stuck here. I'm never going to see my family again. I'll never say another word to the people on the outside, hear their laughs, see their smiles, nothing. From now until I die, it's just me, this cell, and my psychotic kidnapper.
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