Where is she

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             Nathan's pov

I came home from the bar at like midnight. When I got home her car door was open and the her purse was their.

I went into the house and the door was unlocked and I could hear the baby crying. There was a blood stain on the carpet that went out to the car like someone was crawling then from the car door it looked like someone was being dragged.

I pulled out my phone and dialed 911

" Hello" a lady said

"someone took my wife I came home from the bar and the door was open and their is blood on the floor and the sidewalk and the baby is still home. Someone please help me."

I hung up and got the baby. We went over to my mom's house to let him stay their. I told her everything and she was more than willing to keep him.

                       Amy 's pov

'Where am  I ' I thought.

My head hurts. The last thing I remember is opening the front door and someone hit me in the head with something.

"Hi." said a person with a voice I know. " After your boyfriend." I cut them off.

"Husband" I said because I know exactly who was talking.

"Whatever. After your husband dated me and left for you I was furious. You just walk in the bathroom and bam he's gone. Do you know how long we were together." She said

" Well I figured since you flashed yourself around the whole school Becca, one guy wouldn't be any trouble." I said

"He didn't love you ya know." She said

"Then why did he propose to me, uh bitch" I screamed.

She slapped me but it didn't hurt. Then she left. All I could think of was everything I did to Nathan. I made his life happy but then I made it worse. I still love him Mabey even more now that I'm here.

                                      Nathan's pov

I know who did this. Oh I know who did this. It was Becca I could almost put money on it. That girl was all over me like white in rice. I broke up with her when I realized Amy was the one for me. She told me she didn't care but you could tell she did. She didn't care that I broke up with her it's the fact that I chose someone I thought was better and I was right Amy was better.

I looked on the internet and found her address I went their and of course I heard her screaming help. Becca was smart she lives out in the country so no matter how much she screamed no one would hear her.

Before I even knocked the door came open and I blacked out.

Then I woke up. I was chained to a bed with handcuffs. Wow how original.

Then she walks in with her. Becca walks in with Amy. She sets her on a chair and then Becca crawls on the bed towards me. She plants her lips on mine and I bite hers so hard she screams when she comes up her lip is bleeding. Then she slaps me and whispers in my ear " if you don't let me do what I want I will in unblindfold your girl and cut off her eyelids so she has to watch."

I didn't even say another word I just let her do what she wanted I couldn't bare the thought of making her watch.

She did what she wanted for like an hour till I remember that I have a pocket knife in my back pocket. I pull it out and pretend to cough. When she gets up I ask her to take off the cuffs.

"Why. " She said

"Because I can't enjoy this with cuffs on."

"okay" she said

She took the cuffs off and I put my hands on her back within seconds she relaxes and I pull the knife up and pull it back down straight into her back. She fell on the floor and I cut off the strings around my feet.

                                        Amy 's pov

I heard it. Every word she said except when she whispered something. He didn't struggle he just let her do everything. She was screaming like he was the best she ever had. I don't even believe that though. I was thinking about how he made me who I was a loving wife a wonderful mother. And what I made him. I made him a nice person, a adoring husband and the best father I've ever meat.

Then I heard a scream. It wasn't a pleasure scream either it was a horrific scream like someone being stabbed in the back. The next thing I know the blind fold was being lifted from my face and I could see again.

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