Healed By Words

Hope

It's overdue.  I'm sorry.  Hope you luv it!

-Luv Lyds!!

(JONAHS POV) (Recap)

I knock on the door, waiting for someone to answer it.The door open to reveal Mr. Davis.

"I don't have her, nor do I know where she is." He sighs as soon as he sees me.

"Well then help me find her. I know you care for her, so prove it." I respond.

He opens the door wider and I walk in. I hope I didn't make a mistake by trusting him.

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I sit on the couch, squirming uncomfortably under Mr. Davis watching eyes.

"Where's Cameron?" I ask, breaking the deafening silence.

"He went back to college. He had to get a break from here, and he doesn't know about the kidnapping. Have you heard anything about Carina?" Mr. Davis asks eagerly.

"She didn't share it with you?" I ask, surprised. My mouth fall open as I stare at him.

"She didn't share what?!" He responds quickly, his expression narrowing.

"She told us to add her on TextLive. I've had to watch hours of her getting tortured by you psychotic wife." I reply, snarling out the last part. I watched as Marcus's eyes widened in shock, and then morph into a heavy frown.

"How long...How long has she been there?" He asks, his voice taking on an edge.

"About a week." I answer, my voice bitter and break eye contact to look down at the floor.

"Can you show me the videos?" He asks, determination coating his tone.

I looked up again and find his eyes that stares back at me. They are set with determination and I nod, pulling out my Ipad. I pull up the videos and tilt the screen for him to see, letting him watch it. I press play and watch as his face morphs into anger, along with grief and guilt. He replays each video, his face morphing into concentration.

He gets up from his seat and walks briskly to his office. Then pulls out a light brown cardboard collared file from the cabinet desk and compares the Ipad to the files, which looks like it has pictures in it.

"I think I might know where she's at." He mutters as he stares down at the open file.

"What? Where?!" I ask as my hopes of finding and saving her rise.

"I don't know where exactly, but I bought and built three vacation houses. All of them are the exact same, but in different places. I know she's in at least one of them. I just don't know which one." He explains quickly after seeing my glare.

"Do you have a security system in them. Like cameras?" I ask, getting impatient.

"Yeahhhh, no. But that's not our biggest problem because I don't know where they are... " He looks down at the ground. I growl at him, sending him a deadly glare as I feel my anger rise.

"WHAT?" I explode.

"The locations aren't in here. She must have taken the files. I'm really sorry." He explains and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Well is there any way you can find them?" I question eagerly.

"Um, yeah. One second." He walks out of the room, only to return a minute later. He comes in with a business card.

"I'll have to call them and get them to pull up my purchases. That's going to take forever." He mutters.

"I'll go home, tell me when you have the locations." I reply, standing up and walking out of the house. I trudge home, with newfound hope that soon I will have Carina back.