Gone

Part 17

I woke up to someone whimpering in my arms.

"No." I could feel their nails digging into my chest, even through my shirt.

"Stop!" and I'm awake.

Colin.

"Colin. Wake up." I kiss her head as she still whimpers in her sleep.

"Come on sweetheart. Wake up." I give her shoulder a slight shove, and she wakes up with tears running down her face.

"Hey, you're safe. You're with me, it's gonna be okay, love." I reassure her.

I glance at my wrist, 9:34 in the morning. A mere five hours since I've arrived. A knock came to the door, and they entered without even being told too.

"Didn't wake you did I?" it was Colin's doctor.

"Just waking up." I give him a soft smile.

"There's an officer here to speak with you Colin." he says, as he walks back over to door and allowing an officer, Officer Malcolm-Jeff, entered.

"How are you feeling Harry?" he asks.

"Better." I nod.

"More importantly, how are you feeling Colin?" he takes out a pen and a pad of paper.

"Tired." she mumbles.

"I'm just going to ask you a few questions. If that's alright with you."

Colin nods.

"Harry, can you leave please?" he glances at me, then back to his paper.

"No!" Colin cries out.

"No, no, no!" her grip on my hand tightens.

I look up a Jeff, pleading with my eyes just to let me stay.

"Okay, can you tell me anything about your captives?" he starts, giving me a smile.

"Three. Uh, there was three of them."

Jeff looked confused.

"Harry did you ever talk to anyone who sounded different from before?" he asks me.

"No he didn't. It was always the older one who did the talking." she says as she draws patterns on my hand.

The few questions turned into hours of questions.

And I told myself that law enforcement has two days to find these perverts before I took matter into my own hands.

And I was sure praying I had the chance to meet them face to face.

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Wow. Horrible horrible horrible part. I'm almost finished. Thanks for following along with the story. Im not sure if I'll write another.