Can Divit : "Erkenci Kus"/Early Bird

Can Divit, May 2019: "Ransomed Heart : Part 3"

Author's Note: This Story is told in 4 Parts. This is Part 3 of 4.

Please read Part 1 & 2 before reading this part. The link to Part 1 & 2 are the top comment.

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The map location is the same spot as our "Compass Sport" treasure hunt.... and I remember that awful day when she fell into the hunter's pit!

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I know I can't call the police.... but I need backup. I fight every questionable instinct I have to go alone.... and call Osman. Osman's a butcher, he knows his way around a knife and won't get queasy with blood. He's also a good friend, her best bud and both of us trust him, implicitly. If it ever becomes a prisoner swap, oh fat chance she'll go, but I can and will force her to leave me!

I have no pride left in asking for help when Sanem is concerned. If that fucker Fabri has help, I'll be outnumbered and I need to be really really smart about how I handle it!  I get to the utility room and find dad's shot gun and some bullets. I'm half-tempted to take the bow and arrow instead so I can make it a slow death for Fabri!

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Osman  is about 100 feet behind me.... and we start walking into the woods, it's twilight and the sun is starting to set. Today, now, forever, I need to use all of my skills to track her and I can't stop until she's safely in my arms! "Keep courage, she needs you" .... a loud voice keeps repeating inside my head and I listen to it!

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I reach a clearing with a broken down shed and I know that's where she is..... I can feel her presence in the way her spirit connects with mine!  

I call out "Fabri, FABRI.... I'm here".  

I get closer and look inside; she's lying on the dirty floor, curled in a corner... oh no...is she okay? I can't tell!   I abandon all caution and reason and run to her..... "Sanem, Sanem, I'm here.... are you okay? Please wake up... can you hear me?"

I take her in my arms and she's limp.... there's blood on her forehead, shirt and skirt, and she's bruised, cut and bleeding from her hands and feet from being tied! 

OH.MY.LOVE!

I desperately try to revive her.... and get my Swiss knife out to cut her ties. I had barely got the knife out when a movement catches my eye! Fabri is moving towards me with an iron rod in his hand and my basal instinct is to save her.... so I wrap myself around her, in full defense, and wait for the blows! 

The next thing I hear is a huge thud and Fabri has been knocked-out with one single whack.... that's Osman using the oft unused part of the shotgun, really really well! Bravo dear Friend!

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Suddenly there's blue lights and sirens everywhere around us! It's the police and an ambulance.... what, how, why nothing matters to me now, only that my girl is still unresponsive! We are surrounded by professionals and things move in high speed. Initial assessment is that her pulse is low,  she is breathing feebly and has lost some blood, she's loaded onto the ambulance and rushed to the ER.

I hold her in my arms the whole time, stroke her hair, caress her face, nose to nose, kiss her and repeat "I'm here, you're safe, come back to me love!" over and over and over and over and over again!