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"The Black Sheep Squadron Strikes Back"
Abducted
I woke up. I was surrounded by darkness. Pitch-black. I was thirsty, so thirsty, my tongue felt like a dried out old sock, too big for my mouth, about to choke me. Fortunately I always keep water next to my bed, I wanted some. That would help, a sip of water would do…but I was too weak to reach for it.
I was wondering, who was hammering something. That fool, he woke me up.
I turned to reach for my water bottle, fumbling for it in the dark, that's when I realized that the hammering was inside of my head…
The short movement had caused all the pain to centre in my head, with a painful sigh I sank back and was out instantly.
When I woke up again, it was still night. The pain was still there, too, as was the thirst.
I fumbled for the light switch and could not find it; neither could I find the water bottle, or my sheets. I was down right miserable.
I decided to wake up my husband, so he could take care of me. As I reached over to the left to shake his shoulder, I felt a cold wall. He was not there.
There was not supposed to be a wall. I always sleep on the right side of the bed, close to the door; Kevin sleeps on the left side. Next to him were lots of empty space and then the closet. But now, instead of Kevin, a wall was next to me. I felt utterly confused. For so many years, ever since we had been married, Kevin was on my left. This was odd.
I was too tired and my head hurt too bad for me to figure it out, maybe, I was not even awake, maybe I was just dreaming…I went back to sleep, or into another bad dream.
Chapter 1
"Hi Daddy, do you know where mommy is? She does not answer the phone." Timmy was angry. She knew that he always called after school, why could she not simply answer her darn phone!
"I don't know, little man, maybe she's in a meeting. She didn't answer my calls either." Kevin answered. He had not been surprised, when his calls had went unanswered, they had argued earlier and lately his wife had made it a habit not to answer his calls after an argument. But Timmy, she always answered his phone calls she was crazy about the little guy, as was he. He looked at his son's lovely face with the freckled nose, the hazel eyes and the full lips, now in a frown, the full dark curly hair, he remembered his wife commenting on these curls when Timmy was a baby ..You know, my Grandma always said curly head kids are very creative and every curl will stand for a different fury. We'll have our hands full with this boy, just wait and see!
"I tell you what," he said, " we'll have some Mc Donald's and if she doesn't call by the time we are done, we'll go and do something else, like bowling or miniature golfing, what do you say?"
"Alright, but it still sucks, I have something important to tell her." Timmy answered.
"Can't you tell me? I think that being your Daddy entitles me to be told important news!" he challenged his son, his brown eyes shining with pride.
"Yeah, but it's not the same." It was obvious that the boy wanted to be begged to share his important information.
"Come on, get in the car" Kevin smiled, "and then, please, tell me the important news. I think that I really should know. And, it would feel so good to know something important about you before your Mom does."
"I won the spelling test in school today! I was the only one who could spell the last four words!" Timmy's face was flushed with excitement and pride. He was twelve years old and had spent most of his life in
His Mom was German, but most of the time they were talking and writing English at home, because to this day Kevin never had picked up how to speak or write German fluently.
They had come to
Considering Timmy's heritage and his problems with German grammar, his success in the spelling test was really great. Kevin was proud of his son.
"That must have been some awfully hard words, if you were the only one who could spell them!" Kevin said with pride.
"Well, it was in English class." Timmy answered, hoping to impress his father even more.
"Wow, you are absolutely the greatest! Put it here little man!" Kevin held out his big, brown fist and Timmy's small fist connected with his Dad's.
"So, can the best English- word-speller-ever have a twenty piece chicken nuggets and a milk shake?" the boy asked with a grin.
"Sure son, what ever you want" Kevin grinned back.
It was a warm summer evening and they chose a place on the outside of the crowded McDonalds restaurant. Timmy was happily dipping his chicken nuggets in sweet and sour sauce and sipping on his milk shake.
Kevin was munching on his Big Mac and sipping his soda.
"You know," he said between bites, "I was thinking, maybe we should drive out to the lake and rent a boat for an hour."
"Yeah, and then we will play a round of miniature golf, that will be fun! I bet you five bucks that I can beat you!" Tim replied.
"Do you have five bucks?" Kevin asked.
"I don't need them, because I'm going to beat you." The boy giggled.
"Ah, I see. Then eat up and let's see what you've got." Kevin challenged him.
They drove out to a little park with a lake, a miniature golf course, ponies, ball courts and a beautiful playground.
They went to the little golf course first.
After Timmy beat his Dad by eight points, they walked over to the lake and rented one of the white and blue paddleboats.
"She still has not called" Tim complained.
"Probably a bad reception out here" Kevin replied, paddling the little boat to the middle of the lake.
They took turns paddling and talked about Championship wrestling, basketball and the latest movies. Before they knew it, the hour was over and they had to turn in the boat.
On the way back to the car Tim pulled his cell phone out and tried to call his Mom again. She still did not answer the phone. He left a message on her answer machine.
Kevin could not help, but to wonder if something had happened to her. It was after 9pm. She should be home by now and wondering, where her guys were. He pulled out his cell phone and called his oldest stepson, Frank.
"Hey Frank, have you heard from your Mom?" he asked
"Nope, I have not been home all day. It's going to be a few more hours ..till I get there." The boy answered. He was twenty years old and more out on the run than anywhere else. If he was not at work he was meeting with his friends.
"Alright, later." Kevin hung up the phone and put it back on his belt.
"Maybe she went out with friends or to the gym" he offered.
He knew that she would not really go anywhere, without checking with Timmy and letting him know where she was. Actually, he was pretty sure, she would let him know as well if she had some plans. It was not like she had been all that mad in the morning. And even if, she definitely would let Timmy know, where to reach her.
When they got home, her car was not there. They went upstairs to their apartment; no sign of her, no message on the answer machine, no indication that she had been home since she had left for work in the morning.
"Do you have any home work to do for school tomorrow?" he asked his son.
"No, all done." He answered.
"Then how about, if you put on your PJ's and we watch a movie, your choice." Kevin suggested.
"O.K., let's watch a Jackie Chan movie" those were Tim's favourites.
While the boy changed and brushed his teeth, Kevin put in the movie and got two sodas out of the refrigerator. Then he sat down on the couch. Timmy sat right next to him, bringing his pillow and his blanket with him.
Through the first half of the movie he stayed awake, checking his phone frequently to make sure, it was turned on and he didn't miss his Mom's call. Then he finally fell asleep.
It was almost midnight when Frank came home.
Kevin still had not heard from his wife and had not been able to reach her.
"Hi, where's Mom, sleeping already?" Frank greeted his stepfather. He was very tall, over six feet, with short blond hair and dark blue eyes, the same eyes as his Mom.
"No, she did not come home. And she did not call either. I need you to do me a favour and call all the German hospitals in the area and maybe the police. I already checked with the MPs and the military hospitals." Kevin replied.
"Shit!" was Frank's only comment as he picked up the phone and started calling around.
An hour later they still had no clue about what had happened and where she was. But they at least had reason to believe that for right now she was not involved in some accident.
"That's weird, man" Frank said, shaking his head, "I think, I'll jump in the car and go looking for her."
"Where do you want to look?" Kevin wanted to know.
The only place he could think of was the air base where she worked as a detective for a civilian company. He doubted that she would be there; she didn't like to hang out there after work.
"I don't know, I thought I'll check the air base, the two gas stations where she likes to stop and maybe Eddie's place."
"I already called Eddie, they haven't seen her all day. I called Sonja and Marla too. They have not heard from her either." Kevin felt beat. This was the first time ever in eighteen years that he didn't know where his wife was. He was worried.
"Well, I will go and check all the other places then. If she shows up, give me a call, and don't worry, she'll be fine." With this Frank turned around and left.
Kevin stayed, hoping that his wife would show up any minute now, safe and unharmed.
Somehow it did not feel like she would.
Chapter 2
I woke up again, still surrounded by darkness, still thirsty and still suffering from a splitting headache.
This time I managed to sit up. At least now my head was clear enough to realize that I was not at home in my bed.
I still was wearing my clothes and I was lying on the ground.
I reached in my pants pocket and fumbled for my lighter. I found it and flicked it on.
The weak light revealed a small dirty room with shelves on one side and a heavy door across the room.
I crawled to the shelves and found a bunch of dirty, dusty wine bottles. I opened one of them and smelled on it. Is seemed to still be all right. I took a long swallow.
I felt a little better. More light headed, but not all that thirsty anymore. The lighter in my hand got hot and I dropped it.
Carefully I put the bottle down and felt the dirty floor, hoping to find my lighter. There, that was it. I flicked it back on and looked for my purse.
Finally I found it. I looked for my cell phone. It was not there. The lighter burned my hand and I dropped it again. Ouch! I crawled on the floor fumbling for the lighter. There, finally.
I sat on the floor in the dark, wondering, how I got here and what I wanted here.
I could not remember. The thinking made my head hurt worse. I flicked the lighter back on and got my purse. I found my pain pills and grabbed the wine bottle.
Great, I had to let the lighter go in order to get the pills out of the container. In the dark I wrestled with the top of the pill bottle. I poured some of the pills into the palm of my hand. Four. Good, could not come much worse, if I took four of them with wine. I dropped them into my mouth and swallowed with two big sips of the wine. Then I put my lighter back into my pants pocket.
I decided not to think about where I was and why I was here any more. It was too much trouble to figure it out. I would leave it up to Kevin. As a matter of fact, he could just figure it all out, while I was sleeping.
"Let me know, what you come up with, hun'." I said and laid back down. "Give me back my pillow," I said and then I was asleep again.
Stay tuned for chapter 3 and 4! You know you don't want to stop now.
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