Dark night of the soul

Chapter 79

Jacks POV (the picture above is what jack looks like)
I had thought about taking Sarah's baby all night, and I've figured out a plan. I'm going to her home tomorrow. I'll go in when Jess leaves to feed her son. It's a great plan.

I wake up the next day and I make my way to Sarah's house at 11am. I sit in my car waiting for Jess to leave, when she finally does at 11:32.
I get out of the car holding the bag with what I need in my hand tightly.
I knock on the front door and just as Sarah answers it I barge in and out my hand over her mouth so she doesn't make a noise.
I push her up against the wall and tie her hands behind her back with the rope I had in my bag. Then I take out the duct tape and put it over her mouth. I take her into the kitchen and tie her to the chair.
Once she is tied up I take the tape away from her mouth. "YOU SON OF A BITCH!!" She shouts. "Oh shut up will you, I'm trying to help you" I say. She looks at me confused. "Help me? Fucking help me? You just barged into my house and tied me to a fucking chair, how is that helping me?" She almost screams. "Look I'm not going to hurt you" I say. Her eyes widen for a moment. "Jack? Is that you?" She asks. Shit. I rub the back of my neck. "Why are you doing this to me?" She cries. "Because Sarah it was uncle D who raped you and he asked me to steal your baby and he said in return he would pay me $50000. He asked me to do this because he knows that I'm struggling with money. But look, I know your a good person, and I'm sorry that D caused you so much pain, but could you please just help me? Give me some money sar, and I'll leave you alone, he will leave you alone, I'll make sure of it" I explain. Tears roll down her cheeks. "Danny?" She whispers. "But why would he do this to me? We were such great friends" she carries on. "I don't know why he did it Sarah." "Fine, I'll give you the money" she says. "Thankyou Sarah, I promise to protect you from D okay?" I say. She nods.

I untie her and she hugs me. "Thank you Jack"she whispers then pulls away. I can see her hands shaking uncontrollably. She walks to the counter and pulls out a bottle of tablets from her purse. She takes two then a few minutes later she is calm. Is she taking anxiety tablets? Is that really what my uncle has done to this poor woman.
She leaves the room when her baby starts to cry. I go to her purse and I pull out two bottles of pills, one bottle was full of anti-depressants the other full of anxiety pills. I also caught a glimpse of something shiny. I pulled it out and realised that it was a razor, that had blood on the edge.
I hear her footsteps coming closer and I begin to panic. I quickly put everything back where it was before and walk to the other side of the room.
She enters the room and hands me a briefcase. "It's all in there" she says.