Kidnapped

Chapter 24

"How?" Carla questions.

"How are you still..." Mandy trails.

"Alive," I finish.

She kind of stands there awkwardly. "Danielle here said she knew you all. After we further searched the house, we eventually found Danielle hiding out in the back. She claims to be Luke's adopted daughter," The female officer finishes.

"Uh, yes, this is Danielle, Luke's adopted daughter. When did you find her?" I ask, completely bewildered.

"A few hours after finding the girls," the officer explained.

Danielle looked ready to cry and I couldn't help but spread my arms for her. She wiggled out of the officers grip and came into my arms. She cried into my shoulder, shaking violently.

I tried to comfort her as best as I could, but her body still raked with sobs. She eventually stopped crying, but not after a long few minutes. She had to be at least 10 or 11 now.

"Are you okay?" It was the worst question to ask, but what else was I supposed to say? 'Hey, Danielle, you may be alone with no parents who were psycho, but at least you're alive'

As if.

"I really don't know." Her voice is shaking and she's still shaking slightly.

"Would you like for me to leave her for a while?" The officer questions.

"Yes, please," I answer.

Danielle sits down at the table and the other girls kind of just stare. This is going to be a long silence.

(Luke's POV)

"What the hell do you mean?" I shout at my dumb ass lawyer.

"All I'm saying, is that if you don't want to be executed, then you need to plead guilty and we need to work something out. If you plead not guilty and you're found guilty of your crimes, then you'll be on death row," He explains.

"I don't give a shit. I'm taking this damn thing to trial."

I knew I was guilty. I was damn proud of it, too. But I was not about to go down without a fight. If I get executed, great, but I will not rot in some shitty cell.

"Fine, but when you get the death chair, don't blame me. It's going to be hard trying to prove you not guilty, I sure as hell hope you know that." The lawyers voice is stern and he's certainly aggravated with me.

"Maybe, but I'd rather die fighting, than go down without trying," I snap.

My lawyer sighs heavily before leaving me to go back to my cell.

The guards drag me down the long narrow hall, all the way to the end where my cell is. One shouts out my cell number and it slides open. They obviously have their guns up so the other doesn't run. He'd be stupid to try.

I walk in and they take my cuffs off before leaving after the door shuts.

I look at me cell mate while he digs around in his pillow. He's a meth addict so I wouldn't be surprised if he's trying to find his hidden stash.

I turn to go sit on my bed when I feel something cold against my side. I look down and as I thought, there's a blade against me.

"What the hell," I mutter.

"Listen to me. You won't get hurt if you do. Now, I want you to-"

He's interrupted by me grabbing his hand and directing the knife to his throat. "No, you listen to me," I growl.

"Look man, I'm sorry, I-"

He's interrupted by me sliding the knife across his neck. He chokes and tries to stop the bleeding, but he's stupid to try. "Help! Help him!" I shout in fake concern.

Guards come rushing in and try to help. I act as if I'm trying to stop the bleeding.

"What the hell happened?" One guard questions.

"He pulled out a knife and he.. he just.." I trail falsely.

This is too easy.

"Okay, Baker, take him to another cell block." The man sighs and puts me in cuffs before shoving me out the door.

I walk along the long corridor with people shouting, asking what happened. I whisper suicide in a false voice and they get it immediately. Friends are better than enemies.

I'd rather people want me to kill someone rather than being the one getting killed.

"Keep walking." The guard shoves me along without letting go. He's safe, cautious.

I'm dragged into Cell Block C and put in a cell with a huge muscular man. He seems intimidating, but I'm not the least bit. He looks at me and nods his head, "You the one who watched some guy commit suicide?"

"So, word gets around fast, eh?"

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," He states.

"Well, he didn't exactly commit suicide," I whisper.

"I figured. You'll get along well with the others if you've already killed someone."

"Yeah, I guess so." My new roommate climbs on the bottom bunk and lies down. I take the top and lie down, too.

The cell is quiet with the exception of my roommate and I's breathing. I turn over and cover myself with the thing blanket. Might as well sleep. I'm most likely going to be questioned soon so why not?

I doze off within minutes of lying down.

(Lucy's POV)

After the long expected silence, the officer walks back in.

"What's going to happen to Danielle?" I question before she can open her mouth.

"Well, we'll have to get a statement from her about what went down at the cabin she was at, then we'll put her in foster care," She finishes.

I guess she notices Danielle's mortified expression because hers is equally saddened for the little girl standing in front of me.

I hug the small girl and tell her to go with the officer. She follows her out and it's left to the rest of us.

Another officer walks in and he's tall and broad. "Hello, ladies. We need to ask you a few questions."

We all glance at each other as he takes a seat in front of us.

"Well, Luke's lawyer has just confirmed that he wants to go to trial," The man sighs. He looks slightly frustrated. It's probably because he knows that Luke is going to get the death penalty after this. With a trial and testimony, he's sure to get the death penalty.

We need to know which of you want to testify. With all of you, we need at least three."

The room is silent before I slip my hand up slightly. "I'll testify," I state.

Carla raises her hand too. So do the rest of the girls. The officer smiles slightly before saying, "Wonderful. Details will be given over the phone and you will be told everything you need to do. Thank you for your services. You may go now." He leaves the room as we all stand.

Carla's family is still latched to her. Her boyfriend is standing protectively behind her. Katherine brother is standing close to her. He looks distant, but happy at the same time.

"Are you all ready? We are going to take you to the group home and there's clothes there for you all," Says the female, Officer Reynolds, I believe.

I look at the whole room and they all nod.

"Yeah, let's go."

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