Dark night of the soul

Chapter 101

*Sarah's POV*

"Who are you?" Jess asks making my heart sink in my chest. Is this really happening?

"Jessie it's me, your wife" I try to explain.
"My what? I am not a lesbian" she laughs and tears fill the brim of my eyes.

Silence.

I cannot speak. I can't think straight. I can't believe that this is happening.

"Jess, I don't know what has happened to you but we need to get out of here and I will tell you everything when we get out. I have a plan." I explain.

"Okay so-" I begin but she interrupts me. "How do I know that I can trust you and you're not just making all of this up?" she asks "because Jess, I have been married to you for three years, I've been friends with you for over ten years and we have children. Now are you with me or not?"
She slowly nods her head and I explain the plan.

"Okay so you need to hop you chair round and so will I so that we are back to back. I can undo knots with my eyes closed so I'll undo yours then you undo mine, okay?" I ask and the nods again.
We hop our chairs round ninety degrees and I begin my work.

"So what are the children's names?" She asks and I can't help but smile. "Ava and Kai, I gave birth to Ava you gave birth to Kai. They're both around the same age, only a few months old" I explain.

"Damn these guys cannot tie knots to save their lives" I say undoing the rope in less than two minutes. She turns around and begins to undo mine but then we hear the door being unlocked.

"Okay Jess, pretend that you still have the knots done up, quickly hide the rope" I say turning my chair back around.
She places her hands behind her back and closes her eyes again, pretending that she's still passed out.
"Don't do anything yet, we will wait until they're gone" I whisper.

They enter the room carrying a bucket of some sort.

They walk over to us and Nino taps Jess's face, trying to wake her.
She opens her eyes. "What? She scoffs.

"She's sassy" Nino says. "Does anybody need to go to the toilet?" Shorty asks.

We both look at each other. They can't know what we are up to.
We both shake our heads no and Nino tips the bucket over Jess.
"What the fuck are you doing?" She shouts. "You were covered in blood and we were ordered by our boss to clean you up" Nino explains as Jess gives him a dirty look.
If looks could kill he would be dead.

"Why the hell am I covered in blood, and why have I lost my memory?" She growls.
They explain that she was in a car accident and I begin to cry again.

Damnit Sarah.

"I told you to shut up" Nino says planting his pocket knife in my thigh.
"FU*K" I scream from the pain. "Ffff- fuck" I whisper to myself trying to keep calm.
I carry on cursing to myself while Nino throws the bucket to one side.
He gets in my face "I told you to-"
"NINO, SHORTY, GET HERE NOW" a man shouts and I instantly recognise his voice.
No...
They leave the room and shut the door behind them. I look down at my bloody leg, the handle of the pocket knife was sticking up. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck" I cry. Jess turns to me.
"Shit, come here" she says placing her hands around the knife. She shoves the rope in my mouth so I don't make a noise. "I'm going to pull this out quickly, like ripping off a bandaid okay?" She says. "Okay, one, two-" she rips the knife from my leg and I squeeze my eyes shut trying to block out the pain. She quickly cuts the rope that are tying my arms and she undoes the ties around both our legs.
We hear the floorboards creaking upstairs.
"Okay I'm going to tie the rope back around are feet loosely so we can get out easily." She explains.

Jess takes the rope from my mouth and sits on it again as we hear somebody walking to the door.
"Jess you're going to need to put it back in if we want this to work" I whine. "But-" "no buts Jess, we have to, quickly put it back in, it's okay" I say.
She's hesitant at first but soon enough it's back in my leg.

"This hurts like a motherfucker" I curse again. "You're not holding back are you?" She chuckles trying to lighten the mood.

But how can I laugh? My whole world is going to shit. My wife doesn't know who I am. God knows where my children are. The man who I only sent to prison a few months ago is holding us captive and to top it all off I have a fricken knife in my leg.

The wooden steps creaks as somebody walks down the stairs.
They walk under the light hanging from the ceiling and his face comes into focus.
"You" I growl.
"Yes, it's me darlin', I'm back for good and this time I'm going to make sure that you don't put me back in that shit hole." Danny says in his chesty voice, giving us a sickly grin.