Her Own Wings

Breakdown

When she opened her eyes in her bedroom, tears were flowing down her face. She was gasping for breath, and clutching her chest. She had never remembered in such detail all that had happened to her when she had been kidnapped. In the past when she had remembered, it was only in bits and pieces, and it was as if she was watching a movie. This time, it was happening to her, and she was seeing the events out of her own eyes. She knew she was in her house, but she was also in her imaginary world, with a blindfold on, in that place where her kidnappers took her.
Jack was staring at her, and not sure what to think about what was going on. He had never seen her come out of one of her episodes and be crying so hysterically. He wasn't sure what to say, or do to help her.

"Liz, honey?" Jack tried, "Uhm, are you ok? What can I do to help you? What do you need?"

She gulped air in, and said, "Jack, I just need.... I just need to...oh god, please hold me, Jack. Please." Jack grabbed her and pulled her close, and rubbed her back. He pulled her onto his lap and whispered soothing words into her ear, and kept soothing her.

Finally, she felt she could talk. She didn't lift her head, but said, "Jack, you know when I was in college, I was kidnapped and raped. I've never told you the details of what happened, and I never really remembered. But, something about Timmy being hit and dying, forced the memories up. I finally remembered everything. I remember every vile thing the men did to me, Jack. It was horrible. Jack, it was so horrible."

"I know it was bad. I'm so sorry. What do you need right now?" Jack kept her on his lap, and continued to hold her close, but made sure that he wasn't holding her too tight, he didn't want her to be frightened and think he was trying to hurt her. She didn't respond to Jack, just kept her head buried in his chest, and sobbed. After a while, she started snoring. Jack grinned, eased her back, and laid her down. He made sure to stay close so if she woke and needed him, he was right there beside her.

When she did wake, she saw Jack was still beside her, with his arm slung over her protectively. She smiled, and eased out of his arms. She stood up, and tiptoed down the hall to check on Timmy and Tyler. She cracked open the door to their room, and walked in quietly, and first walked to Tyler's bed, as it was closest to the door. He wasn't there. Not unusual, as Tyler and Timmy loved each other so much, the often shared beds with each other. As she approached Timmy's bed, she realized that neither boy was in his bed. She flipped the lights on to check the floor, and all around the room, and couldn't find them. She felt the panic rise up in her body, and felt the adrenaline flow. She yelled, "Jack, the boys! They aren't in their room."

She flew downstairs, flipping on every light in the house. She couldn't find the boys, and was screaming hysterically.

"Where are my boys? Call the police, they've been kidnapped! Jack, the boys are missing!"
"Liz! Don't you remember? Timmy was hit by a car, and he died today."

"You lying bastard! That is NOT a funny joke! Where are the boys?"

"I'm not joking with you. Don't you remember? Stop running, come here." Jack reached out to stop her from running, and she slapped his arm away.

"Jack, dammit, where are the boys? Stop joking."

"Liz! I'm not joking with you. Do we need to call your Mom? What's going on with you? You're scaring me, come on. I'm not joking."
Jack felt the adrenaline shooting through his body, as he became more and more frightened. He'd never seen her be out of touch with reality like this. She really didn't remember any of the things that happened, and she refused to listen to him. Jack was shaking.

She stopped and stared at Jack. She could tell by looking at his face he was not joking with her. He was serious. She just stared at him, and let the news sink in. Her son, one of her twin boys, was hit by a car, and died. On this day. She wasn't sure what to do. This was so unreal. Her child was dead.