The Rowdy Girls Club
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Molly was sitting in one of the hearing rooms at the police station. She had wanted Ryan to interview her, but that idiot of a Mike Weston had called him away.
If Joe found out what Simon had tried to do, he would be furious.
“Molly?” the inspector snapped his fingers before her eyes in attempt to bring her back from her thoughts. “I asked te a question. What was your gun doing at the cucina table? Why didn’t te keep it somewhere safe?”
Molly rubbed her eyes tired. She could not believe the FBI let this newbie loose on her. But then again, every professional agent had left to go check on agent Parker, who just seemed to encounter one ordeal after the other. Molly nearly grinned, but quickly recovered herself as she remembered where she was.
“I already told you” she sighed deeply. “I went outside to put the trash out. I came back inside and walked to the living room. Then I realized I forgot to lock my backdoor. When I wanted to do that I heard a noise from outside the kitchen. So I grabbed my gun, which I keep in my drawer, and snuck to the kitchen. Joe Carroll and Emma collina were standing there. Emma was pointing a gun at me”
The inspector nodded while he wrote everything down. “What did he want?” he asked.
“They wanted my help” Molly replied obvious. “Joe was badly injured and Emma was shot”
“And te helped them?” the inspector asked with one raised eyebrow.
“Of course I helped them!” Molly replied furious. “I’m a doctor. I save people, I don’t kill them!”
“Really?” the inspector asked skeptical. “Because when he was brought in to the hospital he was in pretty bad shape. And if he wanted your help, why did he knock te down?”
“He’d heard the cops. He was trying to escape” Molly explained.
“Lucky for us Ryan Hardy was there to prevent that from happening” the inspector said.
“Yeah, lucky for us” Molly muttered, her voice lacking all enthusiasm.
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One week later.
Dale was sitting at the tavolo in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did te have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made te some tea” she detto careful and she put the piatto down. Not waiting for his reaction o even a sign of gratitude, she poured him a cup.
“I mean, your sister’s worth nothing” Dale mumbled disgusted, apparently completely unaware of the fact that Beth was standing right beside him and if he did, he...
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Mr. and Mrs. Parker weren’t the only ones who’d had a rough night. It had taken Beth hours to fall asleep. Her entire body was in agony and besides she really didn’t want to sleep successivo to the guy who had just violently taken her virginity.
At last her tears had cost her what was left of her energy and slowly, but surely her eyelids shut.
“Hey, wake up!”
Beth opened her eyes difficult and sat upright. Dale was standing at the end of the bed, his hands on his hips. He was naked.
“It’s 6 am, are te planning on staying in letto all day?” he snapped and Beth felt tears coming up.
“I’m…I’m...
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Molly supported her head with her hands and groaned.
“Are te okay?” Ryan asked concerned and compassionate.
“Yeah, my head just feels like it’s going to explode” Molly replied faint.
“That’s not what I mean” Ryan said. “How did he get in here? Don’t te lock your doors?”
“I was going to” Molly defended herself. She stood and walked to the closet. She opened it and took out some Ibuprofen. While she swallowed a couple Turned ran off the stairs. He walked towards Ryan.
“Can I talk to te for a moment?” he demanded. “Yeah” Ryan frowned and he followed Turner away...
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What the hell was taking them so long?, Mike thought while he feverishly tried to loosen the topes his hands were tied with. What if they…?...No. No, Mike would’ve heard noises.
So far she hadn’t screamed o cried, so that was a good thing…Unless she was dead…But then what was keeping that creep inside with her so long? Why didn’t he just get out of there and kill him, too? Not that Mike wanted to die; it just seemed the most obvious conclusion.
Finally the door opened.
“Let me talk to him” he heard Debra softy say to Simon. Apparently Simon was looking at her suspiciously,...
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Debra felt a soft tap against her cheek and heard someone say her name.
“Debra? Wake up, I didn’t hit te that hard”
Debra opened her eyes challenging and gazed in the face of her attacker. She turned her head and saw the ropes around her hand. They were both tied to the armrests of the chair.
“For what it’s worth, I’m really sorry about this” the man apologized. “I just don’t think te would listen to me if I had reproach te in a più civilized way”
“Who are you? Are te one of Joe’s followers?” Debra asked tired. She heard a movement behind her and rotated her head...
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After nursing Joe’s gunshot wound Molly attended to his stab wound.
“She got te good” she whistled admiring. She took a dampened cloth and pressed it against the wound. “Any longer and you’d have gotten an infection which would’ve killed you”
Once the injury was cleaned she took needle and thread. “This might hurt a bit”
“Just…go on. Do whatever te need to do” Joe moaned, not very pleased with the prospect of having a thick needle forced through his skin, but he bit through the pain.
“You might want to remember this pain” Emma advised him, while caressing his hair....
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In the months that followed Debra spent most of her time in the library. She loved to read, as long as it wasn’t anything religious.
During the nights she slept in the park, underneath a willow. That was until the park ranger busted her and chased her away. From that moment on she slept in an alley, successivo to a Cibo container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and pesce something out. Most of it had already passed the scadenza date, but Debra didn’t care. Cibo was Cibo and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....
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Dale pulled himself of off Debra, who was staring ahead of her, completely in shock.
“If te want to te can clean yourself up” Dale suggested and he pointed at a door. “There’s the bathroom”
As in slow motion Debra put the toga, abito back on and climbed out of bed. Shaking on her legs she walked to the bathroom. She pushed the latch down and entered the room. She closed the door and locked it.
She turned the doccia on and undressed. When she got in the doccia the water was painfully hot, but she didn’t care. She looked down and saw blood mixing with the water.
Still feeling dirty Debra...
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At the gate there was a man waiting for them. Debra sobbed as Agnes dragged her to the gate. “Will te stop yelping already?” she snapped annoyed. She pushed her toward the man. “She’s your problem now”
“What are te going to do?” Ross asked, while he tightened his grip on Debra.
“I’m going to segnala to Dale. I’m sure he’ll want to know we found his little treasure” Agnes replied and she gave Debra a crabby look. “Use as little violence as possible. Dale wants her to look perfect on her birthday”
She walked to the house while Ross dragged Debra to the back of it, which...
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Devastated Mike watched Debra leave with Simon. Apparently they had known each other a long time ago. Simon had detto something about helping Debra escape. What was that supposed to mean? Was she an ex-convict?
Again Mike was astounded da how little he knew about his partner and again he promised he would do something about it.
But first he had to find a way out of these ropes. He started moving and twisting his left wrist. He felt his skin burning underneath the rope, but instead of going easier he picked up the pace and a couple of painful minuti his hand was loose.
He quickly untied his right...
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Ryan parked his car at the dock and stepped outside. He ran to the pier towards a motor boat. On his way he’d received another call from Claire with further instructions. He had to get to a barca named Matthews. The keys would be in the ignition.
Ryan hurried into the barca and ran to the wheel. He started the barca and navigated in the instructed direction.
About thirty-seven minuti later Ryan saw a white barca and he navigated towards it. When the Matthews was right successivo to it, Ryan walked to the edge, stepped up and jumped. He could scarcely grab the gunwale of the barca and climbed on board....
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