The Sergeant's Daughter

Chapter Nineteen

My body ached all over. My head begin to throb, I felt like someone was pounding my head with a mallet. The pain in my leg stung. Part of me regretted my decision to meet Michael, but part of me thought it was right. I'd do anything to protect my child. In my mind this was the right lane but it was planned out a lot different. My plans were to confront Michael and shoot him. Yes, I wanted to shoot him. I wanted him to pay for everything he put me through. For every hit, every slap, every kick I wanted him to feel what I felt all those times. Was it right of me to want that? This is not how I pictured my day or even my life for that matter.

Michael walked by into the room. "Are you comfortable?" He asked. "Do I look comfortable?" He chuckled to himself. He grabbed a chair and slid it in front. He plopped down. "Why are you doing this?" I asked.  "Is it because you feel better hitting on women?" I continued to ask. He never answered a single question of mine. He stood up, he pressed his boot into my leg. I grunted from the pain. "I do whatever the hell I want." He smirked.  Michael left the room and came back with a thin pipe. "You know all I wanted was to see my son. That's all I asked." He said and swung the pipe at my leg. I heard a crack. I screamed out from the pain. "You took him from me!" He yelled. It felt like fire shot up and down my leg. I close my eyes, I thought to myself that I could take this pain. I been shot before and stabbed. I can take this until help comes. If it does come.

Seconds turned to minutes and minutes turned to hours. I felt as if I ld have been here for day. My mouth begged for a sip of water. I felt sick to my stomach. "They will come. They find me." I mumbled. I begin to jerk at the handcuff as if he would break from the pole. It was no use, it wouldn't even budge. Looking around I tried to see anything I could reach to break the handcuff. I reached in my boot to see if maybe something was in there. Michael removed my guns, which that did surprise me at all. I felt a bobby pin in my boot and grabbed it. I picked at the handcuff lock until it unlocked. "Yes!" I said as I rubbed at my wrist. I crawled to the nearest corner. I sat there for a minute trying to gather my thoughts.   I fought through the pain. Peeking around the corner I prayed Michael wasn't back. I noticed some gas cans sitting by barrels. "He's gonna torch  the place." Grabbing the sides of the walls I stood up. I begin hobbling down this hallway as Michael came around the corner.

"How the hell did you get free!" He yelled. I turned and tried to run but my leg wasn't much use. He ran after me and grabbed me by the hair. He threw me against the wall. He grabbed me by my shirt and drug me back to my original spot. He kicked right at my sides. The pain pierced through. I laid there just taking hit after hit. Every kick or hit felt stronger each time. At this point I felt as if he wanted me to die but he wanted to torture me first. He wanted to torture me for as long as he could. It was a game of his. He left out the room again. I pulled up my shirt and some bruises started to appear. "This is gonna hurt later." I grumbled.

I closed I my eyes and tried to picture me somewhere else. Maybe I could go to the beach or the mountains. Vacation in the mountains would be perfect. I pictured myself somewhere other than here. I noticed Michael left my gun on the table.  The trick was to grab it before he got back and without him hearing me. I crawled quitely dragging my my body across the floor. I made it to the table and reached up for it. "Come on." I muttered. I got it to fall. I managed to quickly get up. Michael ran back into the room. "You just don't quit do you." He yelled. I shot at him catching him in the shoulder. As he bent down and clutched his shoulder I spun around hopping towards the back. I screamed out in pain as two bullets caught my body. One bullet caught the back of my shoulder and one ripped my leg. I fell the the ground and just started shooting. I heard Michael shut a door. I crawled into this box-like shelter. It had a piece of cloth that came down to cover the opening. I grabbed and pulled it down. I put pressure on my leg. I ripped the bottom part of my shirt and tied it around my leg.
I promised myself to never get myself in this type of situation again. I was done getting myself into mess like this. I breathed heavy but silently, which was hard. I didn't want Michael to find me. I had one bullet left in my gun, I needed to save it and use it wisely. One wrong shot and I could be screwed.

"Jordan, where are you? Come out. I just want to talk." Michael said as he searched the aisles trying to find me. Thanks to the Marines, it was easy for me I could keep quite, even with me being in pain from my injuries. Michael slammed things around looking in every corner he thought to look. "When I find you I'm going to kill you!" He screamed. "After I kill you I'm going to kill that boyfriend of yours."