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 1x15-The Final Chapter
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Rob returned with a notepad, and a pen. He gave both items to Deb and sat down. “They’ll be here soon” he explained. “They asked if Ты could write your statement down, and sign it. It would save them some time, and they would see it as a sign of cooperation. It’s really important that Ты cooperate, Deb. Do Ты understand that?”
Deb nodded scared. What the hell had she gotten herself into?
Rob nodded at the notepad. “Just remember what I told you, and write it down”
Deb gazed at the notepad, swallowed, and opened it. The blank page, staring back at her, looked so uninviting she wanted to shut the book, and smash it against the wall.
“You can do it” Rob encouraged her softly. “I’ll be with you, every step of the way”
Those words seemed to do the trick, because Deb conjured a faint smile, and started writing…
“Throw the нож on the ground” Ryan ordered. The woman obeyed. “Now put your hands in the air, and turn around, slowly”
Ryan produced his cuffs, and walked to the woman, to cuff her hands. He brought her to the motel room, and put her down on a chair, as Mike watched, frowning.
“Ryan, what the hell are Ты doing?” he asked urgently. They were wasting precious time here.
“This woman followed us” Ryan explained, his eyes on his captive.
“I wasn’t following you” the woman commented. “I was following the guy that was following you” She realized that what she сказал(-а) was quite...
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Ryan and Mike decided to stop at a обедающий, закусочной on the road, to have a late lunch, или an early dinner.
“What?” Mike said, when he basically crammed his Еда in his mouth.
“Nothing” Ryan replied. “I’m just glad Ты decided to not starve yourself”
“Why would I starve myself?” Mike shrugged, a little annoyed. “How is that going to help Deb?”
Ryan shook his head. “Has it occurred to Ты that, maybe, she needs the kind of help Ты can’t provide?”
“What are Ты implying?” Mike frowned, angry.
“She grew up in a cult, Mike” Ryan said, frustrated. “How many people get out, without...
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Ryan was waiting outside, while the doctor was inside with Mike. Ten минуты ago, Ryan had left to go get some coffee. When he’d returned, Mike had opened his eyes. Ryan had called for a doctor, and now he was waiting for an invitation.
Finally, the door opened, and the doctor allowed him to go inside. “He needs to rest, so keep it short” she warned him. Ryan nodded, and entered the room.
“Hey, there, buddy” he mumbled, on his way to the bed.
“How long was I out?” Mike groaned, as he tried to sit up.
“Two weeks, give или take” Ryan replied. “You missed a lot”
“Where’s Deb?”...
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In the months, and years, that followed, Debra tried her best to be a model patient. She attended every group session, didn’t mutilate herself, she was polite to other people, except Annabel, whom she’d дана the silent treatment, ever since that day.
There was not a день going by that she didn’t think of Rob, and she could feel that he was thinking of her, too. And so she would do anything to make sure that, by the time she turned eighteen, she would be released from the clinic, in the hope that Rob would still be waiting for her.
The день of her eighteenth birthday came, and much to Deb’s...
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It was a few минуты after dawn, when Annabel woke up. She noticed Deb wasn’t in her bed, and she stood. She walked to the bathroom, and knocked once.
“Deb, hurry, I need to go” she muttered, sleepy. When no response came, Annabel tried for the door, and found it unlocked. She pushed it open, to see no one was occupying the bathroom.
Deb was already up and fully clothed, and was now on her way to Rob’s office. She would apologize for her actions from the former night, and assure him that anything like that would never happen again.
However, when she reached his office, and wanted to knock,...
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“My father used to tell me stories about a girl named Annabel” Deb said. She and Annabel were sitting on Annabel’s bed. “Her mother killed her, and herself. The mother’s name was Rose-Anne. My mother’s middle name is Rose-Anne”
Annabel shook her head confused. “Why didn’t they keep me? Was I not a cute baby?”
“It had nothing to do with you” Deb soothed her. “And trust me, Ты were much better off without them”
“Yeah” Annabel sighed. “If your drawings are any indication to what kind of a person my father is, I should be grateful I got away” She looked down at...
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The moment of truth had come, and Dale rubbed his hands nervously. “Do Ты really think this is a good idea?” he asked, doubtfully, looking at Harrison, Deb’s father. “What if she declines?”
“How could she?” Harrison asked back, trying to reassure Dale that everything would work out the way he wanted it to.
“Maybe this is going too fast” Dale continued, shaking his head. “Maybe I need to give her еще time to fall in Любовь with me”
“She’ll have all the time in the world, afterwards” Harrison replied, fierce. Dale was not going to back down now. Not after everything Harrison,...
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She stormed to the door, and wanted to open it, but found it locked. “What the hell” she muttered to herself, as her anger increased. “Dale! Open the door!” she shouted, while banging her fists against the wood. “Open the goddamn door!”
Dale was standing right outside the door, playing a catching game with the key.
“If Ты don’t open the door now, Dalen I’m going to jump out of the window!” Deb threatened, and to prove that she was serious, she walked to the window. “I’m opening the window”
Dale quickly inserted the key in the lock and opened the door. “Please get...
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It wasn’t until Deb couldn’t feel her knees anymore, that Dale decided to call it quits. Him, Deb, and Mrs. Parker had been praying on their knees for two hours.
Dale’s voice had resonated through the basement, Чтение chapter after chapter, verse after verse.
“We’ll have to do this before every meal, until your soul is cleansed” he said, getting up.
“How will we know?” Mrs. Parker asked, concerned.
“I’ll know” Dale replied confident, and holding Mrs. Parker by her shoulder, he added: “Have faith”
Mrs. Parker nodded, and left the scene.
Dale turned to Deb, to see her, converted...
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A while later Deb got another visitor, her mother this time. She put her hands on her sides and looked reproaching at Deb.
“Get up, child, and get dressed” she ordered. “Dale is expecting you. He wants to have breakfast with you”
“Mom” Deb moaned, holding her stomach. “Can Ты please tell Dale I’m really not up for it? I feel sick” She had barely сказал(-а) it, when a new portion of vomit escaped her throat. “You have to take me to the hospital. Please, I won’t try to run”
“Nonsense” Mrs. Parker shook her head. “I will discuss this with Dale. He’ll tell us what to do”...
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“Sorry, Deb, no can do” was the answer, when Deb asked Rob, nicely, to return her sketchbook. “It’s the only thing securing Ты to come back to this office, and I think Ты really need our sessions”
Deb frowned sad, and frustrated.
“Can I ask Ты something? What’s Annabel’s story?”
“That’s classified information” Rob replied strict. “Besides, we’re not here to talk about Annabel. We’re here to talk about you” he reminded her kindly.
He opened his стол письменный, стол drawer, and pulled out the sketchbook. He flipped the pages, and then stopped.
“Today, I want to discuss this drawing”...
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Sunlight shone through the window, but it was Deb’s intense stare that woke Annabel up. She caught Debra, sitting on her knees, in front of her bed, her hands folded as in a prayer.
“What are Ты doing?” Annabel asked, suspicious.
“I’m praying for your soul” Deb replied, her eyes closed.
“My soul doesn’t need any saving” Annabel snapped, and she jumped out of bed, causing the picture, of her parents, to drop on the floor.
“It does, when you’re getting involved with those people” Deb replied, with a nod at the picture.
“Those people are my parents” Annabel hissed, defensive....
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It took three men, to pull Deb away from Annabel. She kicked, and screamed, as they dragged her down the hallway.
“You don’t understand” she panted, desperately. “She’s one of them!...What’s that?” Her eyes bulged at the size of a large needle.
“Just something to help Ты sleep” one of the men said, pointing the needle towards her neck.
“No, I don’t want-” she started, but then her voice trailed off, and she hung limp in his arms.
A couple of hours later she woke up in solitary.
In the meantime, Annabel tried to fathom what Deb had said. If she could believe Deb, they shared...
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Night came, but sleep refused to. Both Annabel and Deb lay on their bed, staring wide-eyed at the ceiling.
Deb let her arm slid off the bed, and touched underneath the bed, where she had saved the fragments of the broken lamp.
When her fingertips made contact with a piece, she grasped for it, and pulled it from under the bed.
Annabel turned her head to her. “That’s not the first time Ты do that” she said, when Deb made a cut in her lower arm. “I’ve seen the scars” Annabel explained.
She turned her head back. “I used to burn myself with cigarettes. I thought I deserved it, for being...
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“Let’s start with this one”
Rob slid the sketchbook towards Deb. It showed a black and white likeness of Dale’s face.
“What about it? It’s just a face” Deb shrugged, pretending to be untouchable, yet consciously avoiding to look at the drawing.
“You drew it black and white, the eyes completely black. Why is that?” Rob persisted.
“I don’t know” Deb shrugged, again. “I thought it was cool”
Rob pulled the book back, and browsed through it again.
“How about this one?” Rob showed her a drawing of a penis, cut off, in a puddle of what was probably blood. “Did Ты think...
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Weeks went by and slowly but surely things went back to normal. Debra’s hair had grown back and she could finally leave her crutches in the corner of her room. Debra almost dared to be happy, until that one unfortunate day.
Mrs. Kelley had been sick lately and at first they thought it was some sort of bacteria. But the sickness didn’t stop and so they had no choice, but to go see a doctor, who confirmed Mrs. Kelley’s suspicion.
There was something growing inside of her, but it was no bacteria.
On the way home, Mr. Kelley wouldn’t say a word to his pregnant wife. He was afraid he would...
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With a сердце beating out of its chest, Debra walked to Mike’s hotel room. At the door she hesitated.
“This is stupid” she mumbled and she turned around again. She had made a few steps towards the stairs leading to the Далее floor, when she changed her mind and returned.
She gathered all her courage and knocked. Two минуты later Mike opened the door a bit and closed it again. Deb heard him take off the chain and a секунда later he opened the door completely…only to slam it in her face.
Deb backed away and swallowed. Her common sense told her to leave. Mike would come around on his own terms....
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It was the middle of the night and Mike lay fast asleep in Deb’s bed. He was snoring loudly, even drowning out the sound of footsteps coming closer with every second.
However fast asleep Mike was, he was wide awake when a bucket of ice cold water poured down on his face like a brick.
He sat up bolt right, shouting and sputtering. He looked up and his eyes widened.
“Deb” he swallowed. He looked at the soaked sheets. “I promise I can explain” he laughed nervously.
Deb quickly walked towards him and before he knew it she slapped him hard across the face.
“Aaahh!” Mike yelled offended....
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Beth’s eyes widened in fear. If Dale would find her here with a bag of Еда the consequences would be dramatic. She didn’t know what the punishment was for stealing, but it had to be something terrible.
She tightened her grip on the bag and turned around. Simon had found a way out, she would do, too. Agnes ran off the stairs and chased Beth. “If you’re looking for your friend, don’t bother, Ты won’t find him” she сказал(-а) mischievous. “I took care of him”
There was a small window at the left side of the basement. Beth ran towards it and opened it. She pushed the bag through it...
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