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On The Prowl Chapter 5 (standard:mystery, 8942 words) | |||
Author: Sarah Spenser | Added: May 20 2006 | Views/Reads: 3275/2307 | Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes) |
See if Eagle has succeeded in killing Allison in this nail biting chapter! | |||
Click here to read the first 75 lines of the story Eagle was behind her all the while, cursing and calling her name. "Francie! Come back here! Get your ass back here!" as she darted in to the woods, he lost sight of her. Had she finally gotten away? Connor watched Allison as she paced the living room. They hadn't slept, Lynn, Thelma and Clint were huddled on the couch crying and comforting each other. Connor put his arm around her as she began to sob again. "I did it." "You did what?" "I ... I went to see him and now she's ..." "Don't do this to yourself, Allie. You didn't do anything to cause this. He's evil, none of this is your fault.." "How did I let him come in here and take her, Connor? How did I do that? What kind of a mother am I to let that happen?" "You were drugged, sweetheart. You had no idea he was going to do that." "I don't understand, Connor! Explain this to me!" she sat on a kitchen chair as Connor gently stroked her face. They all were delirious with grief, but Allie was the worst. She blamed her self for what had transpired, all she could do was say "It's my fault, I did it!" over and over again. Lynn called Richie and asked him to come over. When he arrived, he was startled at Allie's appearance, they all looked awful, Connor's eyes were hollow, but Allison was by far the worst. "Has she been like this for a while?" Richie asked eyeing Allison with concern. "Hours, Richie, I'm really worried about her." Connor replied looking at Allie. "I'm going to prescribe a mild sedative. At least she'll get some rest." "Please do something, she's all I have." Richie administered the sedative and watched as it slowly began to take affect. "See how she is when she wakes up." Connor and Richie helped Allison into the bedroom. "Connor ..." "Don't try to talk, just rest, sweetness." "I can't rest! I can't!" he kissed her lightly on the mouth and stroked her hair in an attempt to comfort her. "Shh, sweetness, just rest. I'll stay with you." He held her hand, he loved her with every fiber of his being. Connor wouldn't know how to live if anything happened to her. Allie was his world. He watched as the sedative began to take affect. Connor stayed with her until she fell asleep. When he came out, Lynn and his parents were waiting for him. "Is she asleep?" Lynn asked. "For now anyway." "What was she talking about?" Thelma asked dabbing at her eyes with a tissue. "Eagle called last night, he told Allie that if she met him at a certain location, he'd give Francie to her. I told her it was a ploy, and knew it was a set up from the moment she told me. We fought about it, and she told me I was right. Only to sneak off when I was asleep and meet Eagle. He took a shot at her. She was confused, but she wasn't injured. After we got home, the phone rang, it was Eagle saying he had ..." Connor began to sob. "So Allison thinks it's her fault because ..." Lynn stopped speaking, trying to put her thoughts together. They were all numb from the shock of the news. "Because she went there, she thinks she might have caused him to do it." Connor said softly. "That's crazy! Allison loves Francie! She would never do anything to put her in danger." Clint said taking a handkerchief from his pocket. "I know, Dad, but Allie doesn't believe that." "I've never seen her so bad off." Clint said, remembering the state she had been in. "I know, I'm worried about her." Connor left the room to check on her. She was still asleep, he stared at her for a long time, wondering how their lives had ended up this way. Connor thought of her as he looked at her again. She was completely despondent, and there was nothing he could do to help her. He didn't want to believe that Eagle had gone through with it, after all, Eagle was diabolical. This might be the ultimate irony. Francie desperately wanting her parents to rescue her, only they never arrive, because they believed Eagle's lies. Connor tiptoed out of the room back to the living room. He thought about what had transpired still numb and in shock. Francie stopped running long enough to catch her breath. The house was in secluded area of town, near the woods. She wished there was a neighbor nearby she could run to, but that wasn't the case here. She listened, his footsteps came closer. He searched for her calling her name, but she didn't respond. Suddenly, a black lab ran out from behind a tree barking and growling. She headed straight for Eagle, digging in to his leg with her jaws. Francie took the opportunity to hide in another part of the woods. As a cold wind blew, she prayed that her Mommy and Daddy would come soon. This man was pure evil, and she knew it. Apparently, the dog, Cassie knew it as well. Her jaws clamped on to Eagle's leg, biting and growling. "ow! Ow! Get away from me, you mangy mutt!" Eagle kicked the dog, it yelped and ran to where Francie was hiding. Eagle headed back to the house for some bandages. He was bleeding and needed to tend to his wounds before continuing the search for Francie or as he called her "His prize". Francie reached out her hand to pet the dog. She licked Francie's hand and rested her huge head on her leg. "Hi, doggie! Thanks a lot! That man is bad! I can't wait for Mommy and Daddy to come and take me out of here. This is bad." Cassie whined in response. Francie sat for a moment, she was thinking of more places to hide. Soon, she could hear his ominous voice calling her name again. Connor sat in the living room with the lights off. Everyone had left, hoping that Allie would be better when she woke up. Connor had been in to check on her several times, he worried about her, and thought that maybe just maybe Eagle was playing mind games with her. She had been under an incredible amount of stress lately, and he knew that he would snap too. If he ever found Eagle, He would have to be restrained. His first response would be to pummel him until he became unrecognizable. Connor's thoughts turned to Francie. Was she alive? If so where was she? Allison woke with a start. She glanced at the clock. It was 9 AM. She put on her robe and slippers and went downstairs. Connor was sitting in the living room crying. He worried about Allie, and wondered where his little girl was. Was she dead? Or was this a ploy by Eagle? He was snapped out of his reverie when he heard Allison coming down the stairs. "Connor?" she said softly coming towards him. "What's wrong?" She asked sitting beside him. His eyes had a hollow look to them, and she wondered why he was so sad. She wanted to take his pain away, to comfort him, and above all to love him and spend the rest of her life with him. "Allie, you don't have to try and comfort me. I know you're in shock too." "Why are you crying?" "Allison, it's okay. You don't have to be strong for me. I want to comfort you. Sweetness, you can tell me anything. But what happened to Francie isn't your fault." "Francie? Who's Francie?" "Our daughter." He was taken back, it was almost like she had no idea who their daughter was. Almost as if she didn't exist. Connor wondered if this was a normal reaction to what Eagle had told her. "We don't have any children yet. We just got married." "Allie, what year is it?" "2005." He gasped and covered his face with his hands. "What year is it?" he asked again incredulously. "Connor? Are you all right, honey? It's 2005." "Allie, stay here, I'll be right back." "Where are you going?" "To make a quick phone call." Connor rose and dialed Richie. He grabbed the portable and took it into the kitchen. He sat on a kitchen chair while he listened to the staccato ringing in his ear. "Hello?" "Hi, Richie, it's Connor." "Hi, Connor. How's Allison? Is she awake?" "She's awake, and more lucid than before. But something's wrong! Oh, Richie, I don't know how to explain it. It's almost like she's forgotten Francie even existed. She thinks we just got married and it's 2005." "That's very strange, Connor. It's 2011." "I know, Richie. Can you help me?" "Tell you what, a new woman just started working at the hospital her name's Ruth Roper. I'll give her your number and have her call you." "Thanks, Richie. I appreciate it." "Any time, if you need anything, call me." "I will, thanks." Connor hung up feeling numb. What was happening to Allie? He entered the living room again trying not to look concerned or worried. He was perplexed about why Allie would insist that it was 2005, but he thought that Eagle's admission that he had killed Francie had something to do with it. Allison rose from the couch and kissed him passionately. He took her face in his hands and delicately caressed it. "I love you, Allie." "I love you too. I can't believe this is our wedding night and we're here in this house. How'd that happen?" "Allison ..." "I don't understand this. Who is that? Is that your daughter?" she inquired pointing to a picture of Francie. "That's our daughter. Francesca. Does that name mean anything to you?" "No, should it?" he sighed and almost started crying. Before he could respond, the phone rang. "Hello?" he said briskly. "Hi, I'm looking for Connor Cassidy. This is Ruth Roper from Fallwood General Hospital." "This is Connor. You got my message then?" "I did. I just got off the phone with Richie, he asked me to call you right away. Why don't you start by telling me what happened." Connor put down the phone and looked at Allie. "I'll be right back, sweetness. I have to take this call." Connor walked upstairs and closed the bedroom door. Allison flipped on the TV wondering why Connor was avoiding her. Coverage of Francie's kidnapping was all over every station. "This was the scene today at the Fallwood Police Station. A man calling himself The Eagle kidnapped reporter Allison Shure's daughter 6-year-old Francesca Cassidy over 2 months ago. Who is this masked man who began his life of crime as a cat burglar? Where is Francesca Cassidy now? I will continue to keep you updated of any further developments, Grace Sheffield, Channel 8 News." Allison flipped to another channel and saw the same picture outside the Fallwood police station. Who was Francesca? Connor sat crossed-legged on the bed as he gripped the phone in his right hand. His eyes scanned the photos that adorned his dresser, photos of happier times. Allie in her wedding gown, Francie's first day home, and pictures of family Christmases and Easters. Ruth was asking him a question, which snapped him out of his thoughts. "I'm sorry, Dr. Roper, what did you say?" "Please call me Ruth. I asked you what brought on this break with reality?" "Well, our daughter Francie was kidnapped several months ago. The Eagle has been giving us clues to her whereabouts. He's sent us on a wild goose chase for a long time. He called last night and told Allie he would return Francie if she met him at a certain location. She snuck out when I was asleep. He tried to get a shot off at her, I arrived and he vanished in to the night. When we got home, he called and told us that he had killed Francie ..." Connor choked back a sob, and tried to regain his composure. His throat closed and forming words was very difficult. "Allie was hysterical, she had to be sedated. When she woke up, she told me it was 2005 and that we had just been married. She has no idea who Francie is. Ruth, what caused this? Is there any way to get her back to reality?" There was a pause, Ruth skimmed her mind after hearing Allison's history and thought for a moment. "Connor, what Allison is experiencing is called Lacunar Amnesia. This can be caused by a traumatic event like Eagle telling her he killed Francie. She could also be going through a dissociative feug state. This is where a person can't recall part of their past, or travels away from home to develop a new identity. She may do and say things that are out of character. "Do you think that's what she's doing? I know she can't handle what Eagle told her, and honestly, I don't want to believe that Francie's ..." Connor choked back a sob before he spoke again. "But what do I do?" "Well, the best thing to do is to make an appointment to see me as soon as possible." "That's going to be hard, she doesn't think anything's wrong with her." "I know, just humor her for right now. Can you bring her in tomorrow around 1?" Connor wracked his brain to think of what day it was, and what his schedule was like. "Sure, we'll be there." "If you need me for anything, call me." Connor grabbed a pad and wrote down Ruth's home number. After thanking her for her help, Connor hid the pad and returned to the living room where Allison was flipping through mindless television. "Allie, are you all right?" "I'm [perfect! We just got married! Why wouldn't I be?" She smiled adoringly at him, her eyes were filled with hope and love. He was now more concerned than ever as he looked at the her, he recalled how she had reached this point. "Allie, I ..." he almost told her the truth once again, but they had done this dance before and she didn't believe him. He put his arm around her and stroked her delicate dark brown hair. It was silky to the touch as it played under his fingertips. Connor was quiet for a moment, lost in thought about Francie and worried sick about Allie. "Connor?" He was brought back to the present by Allie's hand on his shoulder. "Connor? Are you all right, my love?" he smiled remembering his pet name. "I'm fine, Allie. Don't worry, I'm fine. I'm just a little ... I'm perfect." He kissed her long and deep. Her hands delicately caressed his cheek as she slowly explored every inch of him. Connor kissed her long and hard, all the while keeping his mind focused on her. How was he going to make her well again? Normally, he would have enjoyed making love to her, but Allie was in a very fragile state and Francie was still out there in the clutches of a psychopath. Allie planted kisses on his lips, he returned her affection with passionate kisses of his own. Then without warning, it ended as quickly as it began. Connor went to kiss her, but she pulled back. "What's wrong?" "I ... I don't know. Something's not right." She said softly looking into his brown eyes for answers. "Like what?" "I don't know. Something's wrong. Something's very wrong." She said trying to piece together what it was. Her mind whirled but couldn't put it together. Connor watched her as she sat motionless on the couch. "Connor, please help me! Help me remember!" she said grasping his hand as if it were a lifeline. "Allie, it's 2011, Francie was kidnapped by a man called The Eagle. We've been searching for months, but we haven't found her yet. He called last night and told you that he had ... killed her." He finished before breaking into sobs. "No! I don't have any children! I don't understand this. Why do you think it's 2011? I'm really worried about you." "Allison I ..." "I think you should see a psychiatrist." Connor did his best to convince her of the truth, but she wouldn't hear of it. She perused the photos that adorned the room of Francie and looked at them with a blank stare. As she paced, Connor rose and dialed Lynn and his parents. He explained Allie's condition and they were soon ringing the doorbell. Clint, Thelma and Lynn tried to occupy Allison and shied away from Francie at all costs. Thelma and Clint were in the living room with Allison, while Connor went to get some soda from the kitchen. He turned when he heard footsteps, Lynn was framed in the doorway. "What did Richie's friend say?" "I told you." "She's really lost it hasn't she, Connor?" "She's not hopeless, I think she knows something's up, Lynn. She started to kiss me before, we came pretty close to making love, and she stopped." "I can't keep up this charade! It's not normal. Have you told her the truth?" "I have! But she doesn't believe me. She asked me if Francie was mine from a previous marriage! What am I supposed to do with that? How am I supposed to help her?" exasperated, Connor slammed his fist into the counter. "I'm sorry!" Lynn said defensively. "I'm worried about her, I was just trying to think of a way to let her down easy." Lynn said looking into Connor's eyes. "Ruth's going to see her tomorrow afternoon. She told me to humor her for now. Any mention of Francie and she could go right off the deep end. She's very fragile, Lynn." "I know that, you idiot!" she shouted, Thelma came in from the living room sensing the tension. "What's going on in here?" she asked placing herself between her son and Lynn. "I ... things got a little heated, Mom. I'm sorry." "Allison wanted to come in here, but I wouldn't let her. She is very fragile, Connor! What are you doing?" "I don't know, I'm not thinking straight. The most important thing is Allie right now, I don't want to upset her, Mom." "I know you don't, Connor, but you should be out there with your wife rather than arguing with Lynn about what to do about Allison's condition." "You're right." Lynn said. "I'm sorry, Connor, I love her too." She began to sob. Connor embraced her warmly reassuring her that everything was going to be all right. "I'm sorry too, Lynn. I know you do." The day passed by without incident. Night dawned dark and haunting. Allison still had no idea of what had transpired, or that her daughter was in the clutches of a madman. Connor's mind turned to Francie once again as he sat on the couch with Allie. She was still trying to figure out why everyone was treating her differently. It wasn't something she could really put her finger on, but she knew something was wrong. She sipped the rest of the wine from her glass and set it on the coffee table. Connor held her for a long time, just staring at her. She studied his pensive expression, and something in his eyes made her question him all the more. Connor tried to change the subject, by talking about work, or asking her about her cases. She was talking about a case involving a man who was a convicted felon. He had escaped from jail and robbed an elderly couple. "It's set to premiere on Eye On Crime." "That's good, I hope you catch him. If anyone can, you can." "I love you, Connor." He kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Allison." Soon she was asleep in his arms. Connor stared at the clock on the TV as he watched the hands move slowly, indicating the passing of time. He soon fell asleep thinking of his girls. They both needed him in different ways, he was not looking forward to tomorrow with Ruth Roper. Allison woke several hours later. Something had to be done, she had this sense of urgency, but didn't know why. She untwined herself from Connor careful not to wake him and dressed quickly. She wasn't sure where she was going, but this sense of purpose pushed her forward. She started the rental car wondering why her car wasn't there. She drove in circles until she came to the river. She got out of the car and began to scour the riverbank. But what was she looking for? If she only knew. Connor woke up suddenly and glanced around. He opened his eyes not feeling Allie in his arms. He called her name as he searched the house. But she was nowhere to be found. He glanced outside and saw the rental car was gone. He cursed as he put on his clothes and grabbed his keys. He was glad that Brian had driven his care home after he had taken Allie to the hospital when Eagle tried to kill her. The motor started right up, as the engine idled, Connor rolled down the window thinking of places she might be. Connor thought of what Ruth had told him about dissociative feug and how Allison could establish a different identity. But being a detective, he listened to his instincts. He thought she might be at the river, since that was the last place she thought Francie was. He remembered that she had escaped from the hospital and arrived at the river. Allie knew something wasn't right, and Connor knew it wouldn't be long before she learned the ugly truth. He parked on the riverbank and called her name. "Allie? Allie, where are you, honey?" but there was no answer. His heart pounded as he caught a glimpse of the rental car and Allie's purse lying on the front seat. His breath came in short gasps as he scanned the bank for her. He continued to call her name when he heard something rustle in the brush. He pulled back a tangle of bushes and found her crouched down scanning the ground. "What are you doing?" "I don't know, Connor. I'm looking for something or someone but I don't know who." "Allie, why don't you come home with me." "Connor, I'm driven by this sense of purpose. I have to find someone." "How do you know that?" "I don't know. I just do." "Okay, let's talk about this. Come over here." Allison got up and wiped the brush and residue off her. They sat on a rock as they talked. Slowly, bits and pieces began to come together. Allie hadn't fully realized the truth, but the moment was coming closer. "Where is she, Connor? Where's Francie?" Francie woke up to Cassie's cold wet nose. She opened her eyes sleepily and stared at the black lab. She was curious about what Cassie wanted, but when she heard Eagle's call, she knew. She had been hiding for several hours, and she was getting tired. She stepped carefully, ducking for cover and protection under a nearby tree. Cassie ever so vigilant, guarded the tree, keeping other predators and Eagle at bay. Eagle scanned the nearby woods again, she had to be here somewhere. He knew what he had to do, it was so clear it was staring him in the face. He would wait Until later tonight and then return. It was nearly 10 O'clock. He would set his alarm for 1 and go look then. This game wasn't over yet. Allison asked her question again, hoping he didn't hear her. Connor put his arm around her and whispered gently in her ear. "We don't know where she is, Allie." "You're a detective! How can you not know?" "Eagle isn't giving himself up that easily, sweetness. We've been tracking him for months, there's no way to tell where he is when he calls.?" "Have you tapped the phone line?" "Yeah, but every time he calls, he's using a disposable cell phone. He just throws it away and the number changes." Allie began to rise and walk slowly toward the river. Afraid that she would jump in, Connor followed her. She just stood there asking him why. He knew she was on the verge of losing it and gently led her over to his car. "Connor, where are you taking me?" "To the hospital." "I'm not injured! We have to search for Francie! We have to do something!" "Allie, you need to go to the hospital." "But why ..." she stopped when she saw his face. "Allie, what year is it?" there was a long pause before she answered. "2011 I think." "That's right. You went back in time, honey. You had no idea what year it was or who Francie was." "I don't remember." She said as he piloted the car in the direction of the hospital. "I didn't think you would. I've been talking to a woman named Dr. Ruth Roper. She's a psychiatrist at the hospital. She agreed to see you tomorrow at 1, but I think we should head there now." "Why?" "Allison, you're on the verge of coming apart. I love you and I don't want anything to happen to you." She was quiet for a while. She didn't speak again until they reached the hospital. Ruth Roper's short brown hair accentuated her almond eyes and pretty face as she finished up her rounds. She had been working many late shifts recently. She turned her attention to Allison Shure and read the notes she had made before she packed her things to head home. It had been a long day, and it would feel good to get home and rest. But just as she was about to leave, Maura the head nurse came in. "Dr. Roper, I'm sorry to bother you, but we have an admission downstairs. This woman really needs to see you right away." "Okay, what are her symptoms?" "Well, she keeps talking about her daughter, Francie. Her name's Allison Cassidy." "I'll be right there." Ruth arrived minutes later and greeted a nervous Connor and a perplexed Allison. "Step in here, please." Ruth said leading the way in to a small cubicle. Once they were seated, Ruth appraised Allison. "Hi, Mrs. Cassidy I'm Ruth. Your husband's told me about your condition. Can you tell me what you remember?" "I know that Francie our daughter was kidnapped, and I know I have to look for her, but I don't remember much else about the kidnapping." "Do you remember The Eagle?" "Vaguely." "All right, I'm going to do some tests on you which will give me a better picture of your mental state. Connor, can you step out side?" "What are you going to do to her?" Connor asked his eyes darting to Allyson's face. "I'm just going to perform some tests to assess her orientation to time and place. I'm also going to see how much she remembers." "Okay, Allie, I'll be right outside." He kissed her and went to sit in the hall while Ruth conducted her tests. "Now, Mrs. Cassidy, where were you when Francie was kidnapped." "Call me Allison. It sounds less formal." "Okay, Allison, where were you that afternoon?" "I don't remember." "Do you remember Eagle calling and saying that he had her?" she thought for a moment, concentration evident in her eyes. Ruth felt sympathetic towards Allison. She had experienced a great trauma, and it wasn't any wonder she was falling apart. It took Allison a few moments before she answered. "I do, but it's very vague. I remember other things though. Isn't that strange?" "What sorts of things?" "I remember the day Connor and I got married, I remember the day Francie was born, and I also remember that she was sick before the was kidnapped. I remember she had something, but then after that, it's a blank." "What's the next thing you remember?" "Connor finding me at the river." "Why did you go to the river, Allison?" "I don't know, Ruth. I have no idea, I know I was searching for something, but I don't know what." "Okay, now I'm going to ask you some questions about time and place." Ruth's tests continued for another half an hour. When she was done, she came out to talk to Connor. "How is she?" worry was etched all over his face. "Well, she remembers everything else except Frankie's kidnapping. She remembers your wedding day, the day Francie was born, but she doesn't remember Eagle. She remembers you finding her at the river, but she doesn't know why she was there." "What are you going to do?" Ruth switched from one foot to the other trying to figure out how to tell him. "I'm going to transfer her upstairs. I'd like to keep her here for observation. I'm going to call my friend Harry Grayner to come and evaluate her in the morning." "Why can't you be her doctor?" "Normally I would, but my patient load has increased lately. Don't worry, Harry's one of the best. It's most likely that Allison is experiencing Lacunar amnesia. As I told you on the phone, it's where a person can't remember an event from their past." "Right, will her memory come back?" "I'm not sure. Was she in and out of lucidity at the river?" "Yes, she was. One minute she didn't know who Francie was, and the next she wanted to search for her." "Okay, that's why I want to keep her here. I just want to see how she does. She definitely had a break with reality." "Can I see her?" "Of course." Connor waited until Allison was settled into a private room before he went up to see her. She had calmed down considerably, he took a chair and pulled it up alongside her bed. Allison's eyes were full of pain as she looked in Connor's direction. "Don't you love me?" she asked softly. "Of course I love you, Allie. I love you with all my heart." "Then why are you doing this to me? I don't need some psych ward to get better, I need you. I knew something wasn't right when Lynn and your parents were over at the house. I just knew it, but I couldn't put my finger on it. If I've disappointed you or something, I'm sorry, Connor. Can't we work this out? Don't leave me here." "Allison, you need help. More help then I can give you, sweetheart. What happened to Francie was very traumatic, and would send the strongest person into a downward spiral. I understand that, but if you really want to find her, you have to stay here and get well." "Are you searching?" "I am. I've got some officers on it right now." "Do you think he killed her?" she said so softly her voice was barely audible. "I don't know. I don't think so." "Will you come and visit?" "Of course I will. I love you, Allison. We'll get through this together." He kissed her gently on the lips and left the room. Allison tried to figure a way out of this place, but she couldn't. She stared at the ceiling and the hands on the clock most of the night. All she could do was think about Connor and Francie. The phone rang rousing him from sleep. He opened his eyes, cursed and reached for the phone. He had to sound professional, after all his job required it. "Hello??" "Hi, can you come in right away?" Alan Lendle his boss inquired. "Why?" "We have an emergency on our hands." He hadn't found Francie yet, and wanted to continue perusing the woods. "No, I can't, Al. I have some business to take care of." "What type of business?" "It's ... uh ... personal." "Well, can you be in any time this week?" he hadn't been in all week, his cash was running low and he needed to keep working. He would have to stash her in the closet if he found her. No, not if when he found her. "I can come in this afternoon." "Great, see you around 3." Before he could respond, Al hung up. Eagle threw on some clothes and continued his quest to find Francie. Cassie led Francie through thick brambles, but they only seemed to be going deeper in to the woods. She knew Eagle would be back for her, soon enough she heard her name. His ominous voice rose in pitch and intensity as he spat her name out like a curse. "Francie! Get your ass over here! This game is over!" Francie moved to conceal herself, but she accidentally stepped on a branch, which broke, beneath her weight. Eagle heard it too, and was soon on to her. Cassie fought viciously for the little girl she had come to love, but it was pointless. Eagle raised the gun and fired, but it didn't deter Cassie. He scooped Francie into his arms and placed a gag over her mouth. Cassie followed growling wildly. Eagle tried to lose her, but it was no use. He shoved Francie in the closet and tied Cassie outside. "Damned dog!" "Let me out!" Francie shouted. "You want to come out?" Eagle said unlocking the door. "I'm hungry, Mr. Eagle." "Okay, got to feed you. Come in here." He said closing the blinds and dimming the light in the kitchen. It was nearly shrouded in darkness except for the crack where the sun was peaking through. He made her toast and gave her water. "Yuck!" Francie said trying to wriggle free of his grasp. He placed her on a high bar stool and watched as she ate. "I have to keep you alive." "You're bad! When are Mommy and Daddy coming?" "Never!" he said slamming his fist down on the table. "You are never seeing them again." Allison felt herself being shaken awake by a nurse. She had barely slept the night before, and when she finally did doze off, she had recurring nightmares about Francie. "Mrs. Cassidy?" the woman said softly. "Who are you?" "I'm sorry to wake you, but all the residents need to be up for breakfast. I'm Melanie Masterson I'm the day nurse on this ward." "I'm Allison." "Nice to meet you, Allison. I was asked to get you up for breakfast. Then Dr. Grayner is coming in this afternoon." "That's the doctor Ruth recommended." "That's right. Your husband sent over some clothes." She said handing Allison an over night bag. Connor had packed all the essentials and had written her a letter. Allison dressed and was reluctantly escorted to the dining hall. Breakfast consisted of an assortment of bacon, eggs, yogurt, toast and a varied selection of fruits. Allison was drinking coffee and trying her best to eat some eggs when a man sat across from her. She tapped the letter Connor had written her. She had it safely hidden away in her pocket. "Mind if I join you?" the man asked setting down his tray. His complexion was a mass of dark blond hair, freckles and green eyes. "No not at all." "You're the newby?" "Excuse me?" "You're new here. I've been on the ward for a few months now, and I've never seen your pretty face around here." "I'm Allison Cassidy. I'm not really supposed to be here. I ... well, it's a long story." "You can tell me when we meet in the courtyard." "We have one of those?" "Sure do, you can tell me your story, and I'll tell you mine." He took a sip of his coffee before introducing himself. "I'm Devon Drucker. I'm in for arson." "Arson?" Allison repeated incredulously. "Yeah, as in setting someone's house on fire." They finished breakfast and Devon continued to tell her his story as they sat on the bench in the courtyard. "I set my old man's house on fire! He deserved it! He wouldn't let me mess around with Susie." "Who's Susie?" "My girlfriend at the time. Oh, she was beautiful, she had the best legs, and great assets if you know what I mean." He stopped and scanned her eyes for a sign that she understood. "I know what you mean." "Yeah, well anyway, she was a babe! A real catch. Until my old man and my Mom put the damper on that one. They told me I couldn't mess around in the house. Mom said her house wasn't a brothel! So I got mad! And then I got even!" "Are they ... did you kill them?" "No, they just got seriously injured." "Oh my goodness." "So, Allison, why are you here?" "Well, my daughter was kidnapped by this man who calls himself The Eagle. My husband and I have been searching for months, but we still can't find her. Eagle used to call us and tantalize us with clues. Then the other day, he called and told me he had killed her! I guess I lost it, because the next thing I knew, I wound up here." "I'm sorry. That's a shame." Devon said lighting up a smoke. "Cigarette?" he asked pulling one from his pack. "No thanks, Devon, I don't smoke." While he took a long drag on his cigarette, Allison took out Connor's letter. She began to read it slowly absorbing every word. Dearest Allie, I'm sorry that you are reading this sitting in a psych ward. I'm writing this so you understand it from my perspective. I was worried about you, my heart was breaking every day that we couldn't find Francie, and I knew that you were under a tremendous amount of strain. You are the strongest person I know, Allie. It broke my heart to see you slowly losing yourself each day, and I had to do something. You probably don't understand that I'm doing this so you will get well, but I truly am. I love you with all my heart and after talking to Ruth, decided that admitting you to the psych ward was the best thing. Just until you get your memory back. Then we can search for Francie together, I don't think he killed her, I believe it was all a ploy, but I'm not totally sure. Call me any time, I'll be by later. I love you, Allie, always and forever. Love, Connor Allison reread the letter, absorbing every sentence and pictured him writing it in the dark of night. She pictured his hand as it moved slowly across the page, trying to put his thoughts into words. Devon was staring at her, he took hold of her hand and delicately caressed her fingers. She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen, and he was instantly captivated. "It's okay, Allison." He said soothingly. "Thanks, Devon." Melanie approached interrupting their conversation. Her brown eyes gave her a motherly quality, while her curly brown hair accented her face. "I'm sorry to interrupt, Allison, but Dr. Grayner will see you now." It was early, only 11-30. "I thought you said he wouldn't be here until the afternoon." "That's what I thought, but he's in earlier. Could you follow me please?" Melanie extended her hand and Allison slowly got up. She waved to Devon as she walked off down the hall with Melanie. They walked rapidly until they came to a door that said: Harrigan Grayner, Head of Psychiatry Melanie knocked on the door before pushing it open. Harrigan got up from his chair and walked forward to greet Allison. "This is our newest patient, Dr. Grayner. This is Allison Cassidy." "Thanks, Melanie. I'll buzz you when we're done." Melanie smiled at Allie and closed the door. Harrigan reached out his hand and shook Allison's. A chill went through her, there was something about Harry Grayner that made her uneasy. "Pleased to meet you, Allison." Before she could stop herself, her mouth opened. "Where's my daughter?" Eagle finished unpacking the car and moved Francie in to the house. He had heard of Allison's admission to the psych ward on the news and wanted to be close at hand to watch all the action. Francie had wondered why they were moving and had tried once again to escape. Cassie was tied outside the house and provided pretty good protection when she wasn't trying to bite Eagle's leg in an attempt to get to Francie. Eagle put on his binoculars and peered out his front window. He had a view of the courtyard. Francie was lying in the closet drawing a sketch of the new house. She was going to figure a way out of Eagle's clutches. "Allison, I don't have your daughter." Harry insisted trying to calm her down. "Yes you do, you bastard! You have her! Where is she? Why are you keeping her from us! Connor and I are good parents!" "Allison ..." "No! don't even say my name! It's you! It's you! Who would suspect the psychiatrist!" Allison laughed in frustration and then continued to scream at him. "I mean, it's perfect!" "I don't know what you're talking about. You're obviously very confused, Allison. That's why your husband admitted you isn't it? Acording to your file you're confused about the year and your daughter's kidnapping." "No! I know it's 2011 now. I had some memory loss and I plan to get it all back, but I won't rest until I find Francie." "Allison, I'm a respected professional, I don't have your daughter!" "Like hell you don't!" Melanie came in upon hearing all the shouting. "Is something wrong, doctor?" she asked softly. "Get this woman a sedative." "Right away, Dr. Grayner." "I won't be sedated like a raving lunatic! You have her! Admit it! I'll do anything you want." Allison knelt before him in an attempt to convey she was serious. "I'll do anything! Just give her back! Make her come back! You didn't kill her right? It's just a ploy right?" "Allison, I don't have her!" Harry shouted, Melanie entered with the sedative and injected it into Allison's arm. "This is pretty fast acting, so I need you to come with me, Allison." "No! don't take me away from him! He has my daughter! He has her!" two orderlies suddenly appeared and led Allison down the hall. Harry closed the door and sat back in his chair. He dialed Connor, Allison was in worse shape than he thought. Connor arrived as soon as he could. He was consumed with worry and guilt over Allison. He sat across from Harrigan Grayner as he professionally and quite coldly explained Allison's condition. "Your wife's in worse shape then I had originally suspected. Not only does she have Lacunar amnesia, and possibly dissociative feug, but she is also making accusations." "What kind of accusations?" Connor asked eyeing the doctor suspiciously. "Well, she accused me of having Francie. She begged me to give her back, called me a bastard and practically tried to attack me." "Where is Allie now?" "She's heavily sedated. She'll probably be out for hours." "Can I see her?" "Sure, as long as you know that she's not all there." "Why the hell do you think I brought her to you? I know she's not dealing with this well! I don't know what parent would." "I will help your wife, Mr. Cassidy. If she is willing to work with me." "Why don't you come by in a little while." Connor suggested, Harry looked at his watch assessing the time. "Half an hour all right, Connor?" "Sure. Just let me have some time with her." "She might not be too coherent." "I don't care. I just want to be with her." Connor entered Allison's room quietly, he closed the door behind him and sat by her bed. She was asleep, and he didn't want to disturb her. She did lots of things that were completely out of character, and Connor's mind whirled with possibilities. He hadn't received any calls from the Eagle and wondered how Francie was. Was she alive? Connor stared at Allie admiring her strong will and her beautiful heart. He was overcome by the urge to kiss her. Careful not to wake her, Connor gently planted a kiss on her lips. Allison opened her eyes sleepily and smiled at him. "Connor, you've come to rescue me!" "I heard about what happened with Grayner. I think you should get some rest, Allison." She kissed him on the lips long and hard. "I've rested enough for a lifetime." She said her speech slurred from the sedative. "What happened with Grayner?" "He has her, Connor." "Allie, that's ridiculous! What would a psychiatrist be doing with Francie?" "Exactly, it's the perfect cover." "What proof do you have?" "None." "Wait a minute, you attacked him on a hunch? A gut feeling?" "Something's not right about him, Connor." "But that doesn't mean he's a kidnapper!" "He has her, Connor. I know he does! Please, please help me get out of here." There was a knock at the door, Harry entered carrying his medical bag. "Allison, you're awake. That's something I didn't expect." "No, what you didn't expect is that I'd be on to your little game! You have her! Where is she, Dr. Grayner!" Allison sat up and got out of bed. She walked slowly towards Grayner, and stood inches away from his face demanding to know where Francie was. "I know you have her! Give her up!" "Allie, I think you should get back in bed. You need to rest, sweetness. Dr. Grayner gave you a sedative." Connor said trying to placate her. "You don't believe me either do you, Connor?" "What proof do you have?" Harry demanded searching for the sedative Melanie had given Allison. "I don't have any proof. A mother knows these things! It's just a hunch." "Allison, I swear I don't have your daughter. Frankie or Francine or whatever her name is!" "Francesca! You have her! That's why you want to sedate me! That's why you want me to keep quiet." "I think you should get into bed, Mrs. Cassidy. You need to rest." Connor persuaded Allison to get back into bed. Once she did, she was asleep in minutes. "May I see you outside, Mr. Cassidy?" Harry asked. "Surely." Connor kissed Allie firmly on the mouth and went outside to talk to Grayner. "Allison is a handful! I don't know how long the sedative will last, but when she wakes up, she'll be on this kick again. I don't have your daughter, Mr. Cassidy." "I know, Dr. Grayner. I appreciate you trying to help Allie. I didn't realize how bad off she was." "I'll get her better, that's what I'm here for. She'll probably sleep for a while. I'll continue to monitor her condition and I'll keep you updated." "Thanks, if she wakes up, have her call me." Connor said as he headed back into Allie's room. He took one last look at Allie who was sleeping peacefully and left. Francie fiddled with the lock on the closet door, she couldn't get it open. It was late, around 11 O'clock at night now. Eagle had gone to bed, or maybe just into his bedroom. She could hear Cassie outside barking. There was a button on the closet door, she wondered what it was for. She pressed, the door opened partially. Not all the way, but enough for her to squeeze through the opening. Francie released her breath and walked around silently. If she could find a phone, she could call Mommy and Daddy. The phone was on the table in the kitchen. Next to it she saw a pad with her mother's name written on it. It said Allison Cassidy. Next to it was a number. Francie picked up the phone and dialed. Allison barely registered the phone ringing through the haze of the sedative. She wasn't aware she even had a phone in her room until it rang. She opened her eyes and reached for the receiver. "Hello?" she said groggily. "Hi, Mommy!" Tweet
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