Chapter 78 CHAPTER 081
"Get up, Sheryl. There is nothing I can do for you at the moment." I say and turn to Hernandez in the driver's seat.
"You think that is it?"
"Yes. Abbie and the three guys with her would surround the building, we don't know if he is harmed or not. Also if he is alone or not. They will check if there are other entrance points and signal to me. What is the plan, Mr. Dmitri? I know we are keeping this as quiet as possible. Do you want him captured or...?" Hernandez looks behind to see Sheryl on her knees and trails off. Sheryl whips her head up at him in panic, she looks at me, I look away.
"Just get Amelia out of there safe and sound. That is all that matters to me." I say watching Abbie and the men come out of their vehicle ahead of us, their weeapons are properly concealed and they look almost inconspicuous in rheir black leather clothings. Hernandez nods.
"Linc! Please!" Sheryl cries.
I can't stand being in the car with her anymore. I am thrumming with nerves as I watch Abbie signal to the guys with her and they disappear behind the building. I push the door open and step out, Sheryl follows me.
Hernandez follows. Face stern and focused. I would like nothing more than to go into that building right now and confirm if Amelia is in there, whole and intact. But I don't want to mess things up. This things have to be done a certain delicate way and I have to trust the professionals.
Abbie comes back out from behind the building and signals to Hernandez. Hernandez nods and I watch him conceal his weapon deeper into his pants, he starts walking, towards the building about thirty meters from us. I watch with bated breath.
"No!" Sheryl screams and sprint towards the building, passing Hernandez in a flash.
I watch in shock and Hernandez looks back at me, confused with inaction. Her scream was loud and would have alerted Tyler. She slips through the door of the warehouse and we hear the lock turn behind her.
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Amelia Pov::
"Tyler! Tyler! Where are you? Baby! Tyler! Where are you? Please come out now and end this. Tyler!"
The panicked shrieking rouses me from my uncomfortable sleep. I open my eyes and for a second, I can't see anything. Can't make sense of anything. Footsteps rush towards the dark corner of the building that Tyler kept me confined in. I shrink back in my seat, every inch of my body aching terribly. I don't know how long I have now been bound to this rusty metal chair, but it is long enough. My muscles scream in agony. My head hurts. There is a bitter taste in my mouth. My stomach is dreadfully empty. I feel dizzy.
Ashley rouses too, though she can't open her eyes anymore. But I know she is coming awake and is in even worse pain than me.
I don't remember falling asleep. I have been slipping in and out of consciousness all morning. It is scary.
The makeshift door swings open and a woman is there, the owner of the shrill voice, she is middle aged and that is all I can make of her in my current state, till she walks in and I am taken aback by how similar she looks to Tyler. I know who she is immediately. But my brain is slow at catching up with why or how she is here.
Her eyes scan the room, landing on me, she stops, watching me in shock, I don't know what I look like but if it anything close to how I feel, then it must be pretty bad. Her eyes stray to Ashley and she lets out an audible gasp.
"Oh my God. Oh my God. You poor things. Oh God." She clutches at her neck, sinking to the dusty floor in a heap of tears. The reaction stuns me fully awake.
She crawls to me, "You are Amelia right? Oh, you poor thing. I am so sorry. Oh God. Where is he? Please, where is Tyler?" She grabs my legs and starts undoing the rope binding me to the metal chair, her hands are shaking terribly, she would never get the knots undone.
I open my mouth to talk, to say anything, but my throat is so dry. A hoarse squeak is all I manage.
After a short moment of desperate fumbling with the binds, she sits back on the floor, I clear my throat again and try to speak.
"He is not here." My voice is dry and comes out painful. My vision swims for an awful second. I hear the main door of the warehouse slam open, the woman hears it too and she gets up, looking around the small corner we are in. Frantically searching like Tyler would just materialise out of nowhere.
"Where is he?" She asks like she did not hear me before, maybe she didn't, she leans down so our faces are level, I am taken aback by the eyes looking at me, they are Tyler's. Just less cold. But the same arctic blue nonetheless. They are wet and desperate and sad. She has been crying. If I was seeing her under a different context, I would say she was stunning.
The sound of approaching footsteps is louder and closer. I can't make sense of anything that is happening right now, but I am strangely not scared. Because I know Tyler is not here. He left.
When he smashed his phone earlier, he stormed out in an angry huff and we haven't seen him since. I can't tell how long ago that was but it has been long enough that I know he is not coming back. From what I could piece together from the call, the situation has turned on its head on him and maybe he finally took a step back and realised how much shit he was in.
"He left." I say as loud as I can manage, which is still just a pathetic squeak, but she hears me this time around. She stumbles back as if dazed, then she crumbles to the dusty floor, sobbing.
"Amelia." I look up and Linc is walking towards me. I squint. I can't trust my vision or mind. I am so exhausted, in so much discomfort, that I might be imagining him. Maybe I am dying. I suspect that my head injury where he struck me is really bad. Maybe my brain is swelling.