The moment he’d spoken the words Agnes faltered. She pressed both her hands against her chest as if to stop the air from leaving her lungs.
“Agnes, are you alright?” Ross asked concerned. Agnes inhaled deeply and nodded. “Shall I inform Dale?” Agnes shook her head heavy. “No. Dale cannot find out. Tell him she escaped, but that someone’s looking for her”
She rotated her head to the cage. “Tell him Simon is looking for her”
As the others walked up the stairs Ross walked to Agnes. “Now that we’re alone you can speak freely. Is there anything I can do for you?”
“No” Agnes shook her head. “Leave me”
Ross left the basement as well. As soon as he was gone Agnes allowed herself to fall on her knees, her hands grabbing her hair. As she hit the floor she yelped like a dog that was afraid of being hit. If Dale heard she had let Debra escape he would be out of his mind.
Agnes had been given the responsibility over Debra. From the moment Deb was born Dale had been obsessed with her. He had insisted to be the one to bath and to dress her. He had been the one reading bedtime stories and tucking her in, giving her kisses goodnight.
When Deb’s sister Beth was born, Dale responded to Deb’s feelings of jealousy and fear, promising her that no one meant more to him than she did. She would always be his favorite girl. The creepy thing was that he meant it.
And now the object of Dale’s desire was dead and it was all Agnes’ fault. If he ever found out he would kill her.
Soft sobs pulled her out of her own thoughts and she looked up. With renewed strength and determination she stood. She walked to the cage, where Simon was sitting, rolled up in a ball and sobbing, and clenched the bars.
She hated Debra Parker. She didn’t know how she could hate a young girl like that, but she did. She felt her blood boiling, her eyes glowing and she clenched her teeth.
However, Debra wasn’t there. Simon was…