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Ryan was about to tell Mike that he wasn’t allowed anywhere near the case, when his phone buzzed.
“You didn’t hear it from me” Deirdre started, when Ryan had picked up. “but you need to turn on your television”
Ryan did what she said, and his eyebrows became a curved unity, when he saw Donovan on the news. “What the hell is he doing?” Ryan mumbled and he increased the volume.
“So, you think agent Debra Parker is behind the murder of her own sister, Beth Parker?” a reporter asked.
“All I know,” Nick started, carefully weighing his words, “is that agent Parker could be an...
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A few weeks later Debra was put in yet another foster family. This time she didn’t even try to be nice, but she wasn’t rebellious either. It would only be a matter of time before they would have enough of her, so however horrible this family, with its five children, was, Deb would just take it and not complain about it.
The first issue came on the night she arrived. Deb could hear a girl scream from inside, but her new foster father, Mr. Morgan, told her to wait by the car, while he would take a look at what was going on.
But it was cold outside and so five minutes later Deb snuck inside...
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Not wasting any time Abigail walked upstairs and opened the closet. She pulled out a suitcase and zipped it open.
She heard someone ring the bell, but since she wasn’t expecting anyone, she didn’t pay much attention to it. She turned back to the closet and took a few sweaters, blouses, T-shirts and pants. She closed the closet and walked to the drawer next to her bed.
“Good afternoon, sir” a woman said downstairs. She seemed a little nervous. Her eyes were red as if she’d been crying.
“Can I help you with something?” Wayne asked suspicious, while the woman searched her purse....
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Debra had no sense of time when she walked into the kitchen, listless, like a dead girl walking. Her eyes were thick and bloodshot. There were stains from grass and earth on her clothes and in her hair, that fell down her shoulders in tangles.
She heard someone call her name, but she was so far gone in her own mind, it sounded like it came from a bad adjusted radio. She started when two hands grabbed her shoulders.
“Debra!” Abigail called concerned.
Debra blinked, the only response she was prepared to give. Abigail sighed and let go. “Go get yourself cleaned up. You look like a mess. Lunch...
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A strong hand grabbed her wrist as Deb aimed for the woman again. She turned her head to face an older man. He looked furious.
“If you hit my wife one more time…” he said threatening. “Let her go, Wayne” the woman appealed. “She’s just upset” Wayne’s grip on Deb loosened and she liberated herself. She looked from Wayne to his wife and back.
“Who are you? What have you done to my baby?” she cried quietly.
The woman pulled Debra closer and caressed her hair. “Poor child, you’ve had to endure way too much pain for your age” she said. She looked up at her husband. “Could...
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A week had passed when Debra had ran out of bread. She was hungry and dirty. She had considered going back to her parents, but that would also mean going back to Dale and that was just not an option. They would probably put her back into that cage.
She still got sick in the mornings. People walked past her, curling their noses. But once the morning had passed she felt her stomach protest against the lack of food.
As she stopped at a supermarket she considered what she was about to do. One of the ten commandments crossed her mind. Thou shall not steal. But she wasn’t going to steal anything....
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Voices. And flashes. Debra’s eyes moved behind her eyelids while she heard people talking. What were they talking about? They said something about being molested. A strange sound escaped her throat and she tried to open her eyes.
“She’s waking up” a woman said fast.
Debra opened her eyes and lifted her hands to protect them from the light shining above her.
“Good morning” a man in a white suit said friendly. Debra pulled back and glanced suspiciously. “You had quite a fall” He looked at his files. “A minor concussion and some bruises. You were lucky” He looked up from the...
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Debra ran through the hallway and Dale opened the door of his bedroom. “Debra! Come back!” he shouted while he pressed his hand against his bleeding neck.
Other doors opened as well and soon everyone was looking for Debra.
Debra ran to the front door when someone grabbed her from behind. She started to scream when a hand covered her mouth. A boy, about her age, looked at her and ordered her to be quiet.
“The front door is too obvious” he whispered. “I know a better way” He took her hand and pulled her to the basement. He turned the light on and quickly walked downstairs. They ignored...
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Dale pulled himself of off Debra, who was staring ahead of her, completely in shock.
“If you want to you can clean yourself up” Dale suggested and he pointed at a door. “There’s the bathroom”
As in slow motion Debra put the 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 shower on and undressed. When she got in the shower 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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6am, the next morning.
The basement door opened and someone walked downstairs. They were carrying a bucket with water. They walked to the cage, opened it and poured the ice cold water over Debra’s sleeping body. Debra woke up screaming and turned on her back.
Agnes smiled at her, the bucket in her right hand. “Wake up, sleepy head. We have a lot of work to do”
Debra tried to get up, which was difficult, because she hadn’t stand up since she was put here. Agnes lost her patience and grabbed the girl’s arm. With a violent gesture she pulled her up. “Now, come on. Breakfast is ready”...
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Mike walked through the hospital aisle to Debra’s room. The door was open and the doctor was just leaving. Debra smiled when she saw Mike standing in the doorway.
“My hero” she smirked and signaled with her hand, giving him permission to enter.
“How are you feeling?” Mike asked softly.
“Dirty” Debra replied grumpy. “I just want to go home and get cleaned up…But that’s not going to happen. We still have a bunch of killers on the loose” she added. “Did you hear from Ryan yet?”
“Eh, yeah. He’s on his way back” Mike answered.
“Well, then there’s no time to waste”...
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Rob parked his car across the ‘Dahlia Dancers’, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. A police van was parked right in front of the club.
His phone rang in his pocket, and he pulled it out quickly.
“What’s going on?” he asked nervously.
“You don’t want to come in here” Claudia replied vaguely. Then she elaborated: “One of the girls talked. The feds are all over the place. They want to talk to you”
“I’ll talk to them, alright?” Rob promised. “I just need to get something first. Can you buy me some time?”
“What about tonight? We’re supposed to open in an hour” Christina...
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“I really don’t know what else I could tell you” Rob was sitting opposite two investigators, who had brought him in for questioning. “Why would Deb say she didn’t kill that man, if she didn’t do it?”
The investigators traded a glance, and then one of them, Cookson, opened a folder and pulled out a piece of paper. He put it down on the table and shoved it towards Rob.
“Do you recognize the handwriting?” Cookson asked.
Rob picked it up, and glared at it. “Sure” he muttered, and then looked up at Cookson. “That’s Deb’s handwriting”
“That, Mr. Lively, is the statement...
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As the years passed, Deb began to lose hope of ever being released. If not for Susan, Deb would’ve gone full depression mode.
But Susan would wake her up every morning, her eyes sparkling, and if Deb would refuse to open her eyes, Susan would tickle her until she heard that laugh she had grown to love.
“I made you something” Susan mentioned, once Deb was fully awake and up.
Deb frowned, worried. “Did I miss something? I mean, it’s not some kind of anniversary today, is it?”
“No, no, no, no” Susan hastily reassured her. “I just got bored , while you were having hot dreams about...
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A year and a half later…
Deb was staring at the white envelope that had just been delivered. It was sent by the Academy for Young Adults.
“Aren’t you going to open it?” Susan asked, curiously.
Deb turned the envelope round and round in her hands. “What if it says I’m not smart enough?” she panicked. “I totally screwed up with math. And geography was a joke. Sure, history went pretty well, but then again, I pretty much lived in a library for some time”
Susan jerked the envelope out of Deb’s hands, before the latter could babble even more. She ripped it open and read the letter...
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There was a moment of silence, after Deb had confided in Susan. Then, Susan let out a long breath.
“Wow. I don’t know what I was expecting, but it wasn’t that. Do you know what I would do if I were you? I’d try to find out more about the subject. I’m sure there are books about cults in the library”
“What good is that going to do?” Deb shrugged.
“You’ll need a job when you get out of here. You might as well specialize yourself in something you have experience with” Susan replied.
“I’m not getting out, Susan” Deb hissed. “I’m convicted for murder. I’m in here for...
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The van stopped in front a huge building with many small windows. Two women in uniform got out of the van, and walked around it. They opened the backdoors, and told the passengers to get out.
“Look at that” a ginger-haired woman mumbled, behind the barbed wire. “Fresh meat”
Both hands and feet chained, the new inmates shuffled forward. Once inside they were each separately brought into a room, where a correctional officer, and another woman, were waiting for them.
“Take off your clothes, please” the woman ordered, while putting on a pair of gloves. The ‘please’ didn’t make it...
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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 you 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 you cooperate, Deb. Do you 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 knife 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 you 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 said was quite...
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Ryan and Mike decided to stop at a diner on the road, to have a late lunch, or an early dinner.
“What?” Mike said, when he basically crammed his food in his mouth.
“Nothing” Ryan replied. “I’m just glad you 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 you that, maybe, she needs the kind of help you can’t provide?”
“What are you implying?” Mike frowned, angry.
“She grew up in a cult, Mike” Ryan said, frustrated. “How many people get out, without...
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