Instantly he retreated to the boy’s room and waited there for her, making sure he hid himself behind the door. Shortly afterward he heard the water turn off and the woman padding down the hallway, first checking on the daughter, and then opening the door to the boy’s room.
Through the crack of the door he saw her, hair bundled up under a towel just like Janice used to wrap hers when they had been together. I took everything he had to keep from springing out and grabbing her. His patience held check and he waited as she returned to her room. After she had closed the boy’s door the killer simply stood there watching the boy sleep, a drop of cool sweat rolling down his cheek as he thought about what he was about to do to the five year old’s mother.
The first thing Stephanie noticed when she opened her eyes was the bright glow of the clock radio sitting on the stand beside her bed. It read
His grip was extremely strong, and his fingers dug into her flesh. Once again the voice spoke, “You’re going to get out of bed, and get dressed. If you do that, little Michael will be fine. I don’t want any questions, I don’t want any crying. If you try anything, if you scream, I will cut you, and then I’ll cut your kids. Do you understand?”
Stephanie could do nothing but whimper but managed to nod. She felt the hand release her shoulder and turned to look at her attacker.
“Oh no, we’ll get to know each other later,” he said, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back around and away from him. “You get yourself dressed or we’ll be taking a walk down to Michael’s room.”
Stephanie obeyed, reaching down to the pile of dirty clothes she had left on the floor earlier that night. Quickly she began to dress, trying desperately to stifle her sobs. She didn’t bother to change out of her night shirt; instead, she just pulled on the grungy jeans she had worn to work that day, and tucked her long t-shirt in to it.
“Don’t worry about shoes, you won’t need those,” the voice came from behind her as he watched her dress. “And don’t ask where we are going, it shouldn’t really matter to you. The only thing that you should be thinking about is ‘how am I going to keep my kids safe.’ I can answer that for you: just do what I tell you to do.”
The voice held no waiver, no remorse. It was simply dominating. She cringed every time he spoke to her, like a dog shrinking from the strike of an angry master. She knew that she was in a great deal of trouble, that she was backed in to a corner she couldn’t get out of. It was all because of her children, still sleeping thirty feet away, unaware of what was happening to their mother. She prayed that they would stay asleep; she certainly didn’t want them walking in on this horror that she was living. In her mind’s eye she could see her innocent little girl slashed but whatever knife this stranger claimed he had. From the tone of his voice, she knew he was capable of such and atrocious act.
After dressing, Stephanie turned and caught her first glimpse to the man who had invaded her home. He was tall, about six three and was heavily built. He was shrouded in a dark trench coat and beneath wore a hooded sweat shirt which he had pulled up. In the darkness she couldn’t make out his features but could see his eyes, dark and glaring. As she stared at him, he moved his index finger to his lips and reinforced that she was to remain quiet.
The man walked over to Stephanie and whispered in to her ear, “Now, listen very closely to me and follow my instructions and your children will not be harmed.” His breath smelled of mint as he continued. “There is a green car parked out there about a hundred feet up the street. The back, passenger side door is unlocked. I want you to go and get in the car, through that unlocked door. When you get inside, you’ll find that you can pull down the backseat to get into the trunk. I want you to crawl into the trunk and pull the seat back up behind you. You will hear it latch. You will lay still and not make a sound. Do you understand?”
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