stevieapplebytext 6.13

One week later.
Dale was sitting at the meza, jedwali in his room. He held a picture of Deb in his hand. A single teardrop fell on it. “Oh, Debra” he sobbed. “Why did wewe have to leave? We could’ve had such a beautiful life together”
Beth walked inside from outside the kitchen.
“I made wewe some tea” she alisema careful and she put the sahani, sinia down. Not waiting for his reaction au 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...

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 inayofuata 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 wewe planning on staying in kitanda all day?” he snapped and Beth felt tears coming up.
“I’m…I’m...

Molly supported her head with her hands and groaned.
“Are wewe 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 wewe 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 wewe for a moment?” he demanded. “Yeah” Ryan frowned and he followed Turner away...

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 au 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,...

Debra felt a soft tap against her cheek and heard someone say her name.
“Debra? Wake up, I didn’t hit wewe 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 wewe would listen to me if I had reproach wewe in a zaidi civilized way”
“Who are you? Are wewe one of Joe’s followers?” Debra asked tired. She heard a movement behind her and rotated her head...

After nursing Joe’s gunshot wound Molly attended to his stab wound.
“She got wewe 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 wewe 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....

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, inayofuata to a chakula container. Whenever she got hungry she would dig in the grave and samaki something out. Most of it had already passed the expiration date, but Debra didn’t care. chakula was chakula and she was starving.
One night, she was only in her seventh month, she started having cramps in her stomach....

Dale pulled himself of off Debra, who was staring ahead of her, completely in shock.
“If wewe want to wewe can clean yourself up” Dale suggested and he pointed at a door. “There’s the bathroom”
As in slow motion Debra put the kanzu, gown 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 kuoga on and undressed. When she got in the kuoga the water was painfully hot, but she didn’t care. She looked down and saw blood mixing with the water.
Still feeling dirty Debra...

At the gate there was a man waiting for them. Debra sobbed as Agnes dragged her to the gate. “Will wewe stop yelping already?” she snapped annoyed. She pushed her toward the man. “She’s your problem now”
“What are wewe going to do?” Ross asked, while he tightened his grip on Debra.
“I’m going to ripoti 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...

Devastated Mike watched Debra leave with Simon. Apparently they had known each other a long time ago. Simon had alisema something about helping Debra escape. What was that supposed to mean? Was she an ex-convict?
Again Mike was astounded kwa 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 dakika his hand was loose.
He quickly untied his right...