Echo

15

Mark's Pov

"What's up?" I asked as he closed the door.

"That room."

"Amy doesn't want me to know." I sat down.

"Well, I think for her mental state, you need to know." He sat down across from me.

I closed my eyes then took a big breath.

"That room where they take the girls."

"Sean." I stopped him. "Do I need to know for the case?"

"No."

"Please don't tell me." I felt the tears coming. "I can't, I can't take anymore knowing what they did to her. They broke her so many times, the did more then just abuse her. I don't know how she is still sane. For the love of god Sean, please. No more." I was a crying mess, my breathing got rough.

"Okay, no more. But you need to breathe."

"She has had her kids cut out of her, she had to clean it up. She has been beaten, sexually abused, physically, mentally, and emotionally abused. They tore her down trying to make her think she is worthless. Like she is just some chewed up gum on the bottom of your shoe."

"And she has you to help her see that she is not that."

"How much more can we take?"

"Mark, I'm sorry. I will only tell you information on the step-daughter. Speaking of, that body they found, they are working on a DNA test."

"Where did they find her?"

"Stuffed in the chimney."

"Poor thing. She just wanted the pain to stop."

"If it's his step-daughter, then we have something over him."

"Like he used Luna and William over Amy. She knew she put the puzzle together. That's why she told him, she knew she was about to be forced to watch her daughter grow up in the same hell. And she would be in charge of making sure she knew everything," I was a crying mess.

My baby girls, forced to perform those horrible things.

"Stay here, I have something for you." Sean disappeared.

I felt my chest get tight as I was having trouble breathing. I tried to control myself but, the anger was too much. This sick son of a bitch wanted to start taking babies and training them to do these horrible things. And his first victim wasn't a random kid, it was going to be my daughter. He already had my soul mate, now he was planning on taking my child.

"Dude, relax," Sean said dragging something into the room. "I got you something."

I looked up through the tears and saw it was a punching bag.

"Beat the hell out of this."

"It's not Kenny nor Ryan. I would love for it to be Miles."

"I got that covered." He set it up straight then taped a picture of Kenny's face on one side then a picture of Ryan on the other, and Miles on another side.

"That could work."

"Go ahead, take a few good whacks at them."

I walked up to the punching bag, I want to hit them all, I just don't know who should get it first. I took a swing at the closest one to me which was Kenny. My emotions got the best of me and I kept swinging knocking the punching bag over. I stood over it still punching it.

"Okay, that's enough." Sean pulled me away.

"It's a nice exercise but I don't know how well it will work for this case." Dr. Larkin said in the doorway.