Consigned

Part 28

I couldn't move. I couldn't breath. My daughter was gone.

I let my guard down thinking everything was going to be okay. I always knew in the back of my mind, in the pit of my stomach, it'd never be okay. 

The one person I was supposed to protect is gone.

I ran to the bathroom and threw up. I sat there on the floor of my bathroom it felt like hours.

I couldn't cry. I couldn't honestly process it.

Enzo walked in, and picked me up of the floor.

"Baby."

"Don't say anything, please."

"I'm going to get them back."

"How?"

"I can't call the cops, but I have to do this on my own."

"Why can't we call the cops, are you serious?!"

"He'll kill them both if we do."

I zoned out again, not really hearing what he was saying anymore.

He laid me in the bed, and gave me something to take. 

I laid there until whatever he gave me kicked in and I fell asleep.

I woke up and it was dark outside.

I walked into the living room, and it took me a  minute to realize that it wasn't a bad dream. This was my living nightmare.

I found Enzo at the kitchen table with J.C and a few other guys I recognized from the gym.

They looked up when I walked in, and J.C stood up "I think we'll go and give you guys a minute."

He nodded at me, and they walked out.

Enzo stood up and put his arms around me.

I stood there, hugging him back, we didn't know what to say to each other right now.

"Erin, we have a plan. I will bring back Marci. Do you understand?"

I nod my head.

"What about Cali?"

He looked off, and he nodded his head. 

"I will try. I'm not sure at this point if she's okay. I'm going to be honest with you."

I just nod my head.

"Okay. I'm going to cook something."

He looks at me weird and let's me go.

"Erin, I know you're probably in shock still, but I'm telling you now. When we walk out the door, you are not to. You have to stay here, love. You don't leave. You don't answer the door. You don't answer your phone. You stay here until I return and open that door."

"What happens when you don't come back?"

"Erin! Don't say shit like that. I have full intentions of returning to you my love with our daughter and my sister. Don't think like that please."

"I mean I'm keeping it real too. What are the honest to fucking God chances that my daughter returns. Or my best friend. Now my fiance and his buddies are all going head to head with human traffickers? Right. That'll work out.So this is the universe once again telling me I'll never be happy, I must have been horrible in my past life!"

"Erin, I love you. I have hope. Now snap the fuck out of it, and toughen the fuck up. That's how we survive and get past this. I need you. You're strong. You always have been. Now give me a fucking kiss. Tell me to hurry up to you and to be careful."

I stood there for a moment, and took off running towards him jumping in his arms.

"Oh Enz, I don't know what's wrong with me! I love you baby! Please, PLEASE be careful and bring everyone back. I trust you."

"That's my girl."

He leaned down and kissed me with intense passion. Our tears mixing together. We broke apart and he stood in the kitchen, holding me on his waist with my arms wrapped around his neck.

"Ahem, sorry guys, but it's time to go." J.C stood in the doorway, his head looking towards the ground.

"Okay, I'm coming."

"Bring my baby home."

"I promise you, I will."

He kissed me on my forehead, and was gone just like that.

I sat at the counter for a while. Praying.

I couldn't relax, I couldn't sleep. 

I made my way into Marci's room. 

We started decorating it after she was back home.

It was decorated with pink and green bows, elephants, monkeys, her monogram set on the wall above her crib.

I sat in the rocker, picking up the basket of unfolded baby clothes and began folding her sleepers.

I folded one, and placed it up to my nose, smelling for my baby. 

I cried holding it, wondering if my baby was okay. Was she hungry? I silently cried there in the room, the only light coming from her night light.

I put all her stuff back and went to go make some coffee. 

I walked into the kitchen, 2:15 A.M was the time illuminated on the stove.

I began the coffee, the smell already waking me up more. 

I grabbed a mug out of the cabinet, and before I could make my way back, a hand was placed over my mouth.

I began punching, kicking, everything I could, and it was no use. Their other hand pulled me by my waist, dragging me down the dark hallway.

"Miss me, bitch?" 

Dean.