Mary

Chapter Five - Our deepest fears (Continued)

"Afternoon, guys and Mary, how did it go?" Morgan asked while everyone sat down. Feeling warmth again, we removed our jackets. Even moving my body causes agonising pain to rush through every part of my body.

"Do you have coffee by chance? We are all thirsty." Betty exclaimed, leaning on me.

Waiting a moment, Hank exited the kitchen, hot coffee in hand.

"Hope you kids like hot chocolate!" he excitedly spoke, walking over to us.

Trying to grab the cup, my body shivered as the pain was too much. Resting against my girlfriend's shoulder, I couldn't help but wince and try to fight the pain.

"Baby, everything hurts... I can't do this." I whispered.

Putting her drink down, she wrapped her arms around me. Feeling more comforted, it was time to tell them everything we had discovered finally. We were excited that Mary's family presence had quickly become standard.

Taking a few seconds to gather my thoughts, I start, "We found some disgusting and horrific things, plus a necklace."

However, my speech trails off with the image fresh in my mind.

"It's okay, baby, I'll take it from here," Betty softly says while she holds my hands.

"Are you okay, Barry?" they both ask, looking worried for me.

"Yeah, what we saw terrified me, and I can't stop picturing it," I reply, feeling a soft kiss from Lena beside me.

"We looked inside a shed and found a door hidden in the floor leading into a small tunnel."

"We followed it, found another door, opened it, and found... what happened to Mary" Lena exclaimed.

"We have photos of the place, warning they are extremely graphic and horrifying," spoke Kiki as we all looked at each other.

"Okay, let's see them one by one," Hank said softly.

All of us couldn't help but be very anxious about their reactions.

Pulling her camera out, Kiki sat between them as Betty, and I hugged on the couch. Showing the first, taken off the kitchen when we first walked into that horrid room. Not knowing what was in front of them, we had to explain.

"There was a small kitchen with lots of drawings spread out," explained Kiki.

Not wanting to hear it again, I face Betty, burying my face in her arms. Feeling this, gently kissing me in response as the pain only just started to decrease slightly. Showing the next, it was all the graves. Glancing at each other, I thought something was off.

"Why are you looking like that?" Betty asks, confused.

"Because we know those names, the cases were abandoned as there were no leads."

"They were also young girls taken from their families," explained Hank.

"Did the police connect the dots and do something about it?" I question more.

"No, all cases turned cold and sat in the archives; even the public seemed to forget," Morgan answered.

Their suspicions came true; the killer was the same in all four cases.

"Mary, did you meet or see any of these girls when you were down there?" Kiki asks, slightly confused.

"Knock," she replies as we nod at each other.

"The person must have killed and buried them before Mary was even taken," Betty says as we sit there in shock.

As our conservation carried on, a sudden howl caught our attention. Looking around, we were confused as it was still daylight. Remembering the weather predictions, it was simply heavy rain. Hank got up, noticing the sun starting to set, flicking on the lights above us. Sitting next to Kiki once again when they could see their daughter after eight years.