Kidnapped

21

Derek stayed in the bathroom for hours, refusing to answer Abigail when she knocked on the door to check on him. On the other side of the door, Derek sits on the bathroom floor, tears threatening to spill from his eyes. "I will be a dad," He whispers to himself under his shaky breath. "I will be a great dad. I won't let her kill our child. I will be the best dad," He continues to repeat the words under his breath as Abigail pounds her fist on the door once more.

"Derek? Please open the door! You've been in here for hours!" Abigail cries, her legs growing weak from standing in front of the door, waiting for Derek to come out and into the bedroom.

"Hey, Derek? It's Amelia, if you don't remember my voice since you've been in the bathroom for so long," Amelia calls out from the other side of the door. "I don't know if you're just taking a very thoughtful shit or you need to talk, but why don't you let me in and I can give you some Amelia Therapy?"

Derek sighs and rises to his feet, placing his hand on the doorknob. He turns the cold, metal doorknob and barley opens the door, looking out at Amelia and Abigail in the bedroom. "I want Amelia to come in here," He whispers and takes Amelia's hand to allow her slip inside before closing the door in Abigail's face.

"So, what have you been doing in here?" Amelia asks, finding her way to the bathtub and sitting beside it on the floor. "I'd really like to know because I've never seen the bathroom as a place to plant a flower or something,"

"I need to talk to you about something," Derek sits down next to Amelia and turns to look at her. "I fucked up really bad with Abigail and now she's fucking up and things are just really bad,"

"Wow okay, um, start from the beginning," Amelia pushes a strand of chestnut hair behind her ear as she turns her head towards Derek. "What did you do to fuck up in the beginning?"

"Kyle wanted me to dance with Abigail with my clothes off," Derek explains, frowning at his choice of words. "He told me if I didn't he would kill Abigail, so I did what he told me,"

  "I understand, and now what did Abigail do?" Amelia's face stays serious,  and it seemed like her eyes were staring Derek down.

  "She found out she was pregnant with our baby," Derek's voice cracks as he explains to Amelia, but he keeps talking. "She wants to abort our baby, Amelia. But I want to be a dad. I want to be a great dad. Abigail thinks that our baby is just going to be slaughtered though and doesn't want to deal with him or her,"

"Mhm," Amelia nods her head once more, taking mental notes of what Derek told her. "So now you're hiding in the bathroom instead of telling Abigail how you feel?"

"Whose side are you on, Amelia?" Derek frowns, raising an eyebrow towards Amelia.

"I'm not on anyone's side, I'm just a goddamn therapist," Amelia slams her fist down on her leg to try and prove her case. "Go out there and tell her how you feel already, Derek,"

"She's not going to--"

"Derek tell me, how long have you known Abigail? I haven't kept track but I've known her more so get your pitiful ass out of this bathroom and tell Abigail what you need to tell her," Amelia demands, rising up from the floor to her feet.

"I have another problem though, Amelia," Derek grabs Amelia's hand and drags her back down to the floor.

"Of course you do," Amelia sighs and tilts her head towards Derek. "What's your other problem?"

"How do I tell her I love her?" He asks, squeezing Amelia's hand tightly in his. "Would she forgive me for what I did in the bedroom? Would she love me back?"

"Wow, I wasn't expecting you to say that," Amelia narrows her eyebrows and licks her lips nervously. "Let's just do one thing at a time, you know? Tell her about the baby situation, and once that's settled, tell her how much you love her,"

Derek inhales a shaky sigh and nods his head to himself. "Alright, I'm sure I can do that. Thanks for the advice," He stands to his feet and opens up the bathroom door, staring in the empty bedroom. "Abigail?"

Amelia quickly scrambles to her feet and stands next to Derek. "What's wrong? Is Abigail okay? What happened?"

"Where the fuck did she go? She's not in the bedroom!" Derek raises his voice, running into the bedroom and looks around for any trace of Abigail.

   Derek locks eyes with a new walkie talkie sitting on the desk by the bed, and he runs forward, grabbing the walkie talkie. He presses the button and moves the speaker towards his mouth. "Kyle, where is Abigail?"

   There was static over the walkie talkie before Kyle's familiar voice replies over the machine. "Well, she's with me obviously. If you're wondering, she's alright-- for now,"

  Kyle turns his head to stare at Abigail with her wrists tied to the bedposts and Alexander standing next to him with his arms crossed. "Yeah, while you were having your emotional therapy session with white eyes I decided to be a sneak and take out Abigail,"

  "Bring her back," Derek's scratchy voice says over the walkie talkie.  

   "I'm good," Kyle chuckles and walks over towards Alexander. "I can let you listen to what I'm about to do though, if that helps,"

  He hands the walkie talkie over to Alexander and turns back towards Abigail. "Hold on honey, I promise I will be right back," Kyle rushes out of the room, and Alexander sits the walkie talkie down, grabbing something out from the closet. He carries out the object from the closet and sits the video camera in the corner, angling the lens towards Abigail and walks back to his spot by the bed. Kyle returns with a small bag, sitting next to Abigail, a wide smile stretched across his face.

"Alright well now," Kyle licks his lips as he pulls a nail and hammer from his bag. "This'll only hurt a little, but hopefully you'll learn your lesson and not abort this baby, honey,"

"Kyle please--" Abigail begins but stops herself as Kyle places the tip of the nail at Abigail's palm. "Don't do this Kyle, I won't abort--"

Kyle picks up the hammer and slams the nail into Abigail's palm, then into the bed. Abigail tilts back her head and screams on the top of her lungs, tears spilling from her eyes. Blood was oozing down from her hand and down her arm, dripping onto the bedsheets as Kyle grabs the next nail.

"Abigail? Abigail!" Derek yells over the walkie talkie that was still clutched in Alexander's hand.

"Kyle, p-please stop," Abigail pleads, trying to control her heavy breathing as more tears trickle down her cheeks.

Kyle ignores her, placing the tip of the nail at Abigail's right hand. He picks up the hammer and slams it down on the nail, and the nail is drilled into Abigail's palm. She opens her mouth and lets out an ear piercing scream, pain rushing though her body.

"Shh, Abigail I'm done now," Kyle strokes Abigail's hair and smiles down at her. "Just relax, you're going to be here for a while now, honey,"

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Edited: April 16, 2016