(To read Part 1 first visit Survive: Amy’s Story)
Recap: Our protagonist, Amy, awakens to darkness. She’s hanging, from rusty shackles, that are biting painfully into her bleeding ankles. Confused and alone she drifts in and out of consciousness. She tries to remember what led her to this hell.
Conscious once again, Amy heard nothing. She began to sort the snippets of memory, she had recalled…the cabin…a phone call…Rudy… barking and growling…a loud explosion…
Slowly, ever so slowly, the pieces fell into place and Amy was able to remember the sequence of events that had led her here…
Amy and Rudy finally arrived. The snow storm had made the roads treacherous, so the two-hour trip had turned into four. Amy called Sky, not wanting her worry. Sky’s voice greeted her after the third ring.
“Hey you! Yeah, I’m talking to you…the person with the phone growing out of their ear! Obviously I’m unable to attach mine, so leave a message and “yours truly” will call you back. If you’re lucky.”
Amy rolled her eyes.
“Okay…the greeting is getting a little old…why don’t you change it already…”
“Listen, didn’t want you to worry. The roads were hellish, but Rudy and I made it to the cabin in one piece…err…maybe I should say two pieces…hmm… Anyway, we’re here, we’re safe and we’re sound. Try to be good while I’m away. I know for you, that’s quite the challenge! Call me when you get a chance. I love you, babe…bye.”
In spite of herself, Amy smiled, and tossed the phone into her handbag.
Rudy, eager to escape the confines of the car, licked the closed window. Amy reached for the passenger’s door handle, “Poor baby, how dare mama keep you cooped up for so long!”
Rudy jumped into the undisturbed snow and rolled vigorously.
Smiling, happy to see her golden so excited, she gathered her handbag, suitcase and easel and trudged through the deep snow towards the rustic log cabin, she and Sky had built together.
The musty air, that had been trapped inside for months, assaulted her nose, causing her to pause for a moment, but Rudy nonchalantly padded past her and went inside. He busied himself sniffing here and there, as Amy opened windows to let in fresh air. A cold snowy breeze rushed in and Amy breathed it deep into her lungs. Looking around at the rustic walls, she felt a peace she hadn’t known for a long time. Secretly, she thanked Sky for insisting she take this week to rest, recover and perhaps, begin a new painting. God knows she needed recovery, after barely surviving the horrors of the previous month. Immediately her mind began to replay each horrific scenario; the letters, the calls, random gifts…the home invasion…
“Stop it Amy, ” she chastised herself and willed her mind back into the present.
Rudy, sitting on his haunches, stared at her and shifted his head sideways trying to understand what, “Stop it Amy” meant. Amy noticed his quizzical look, laughed and ruffled the golden locks atop his head. All at once his confusion dissipated. He gave her hand a quick lick before padding away in search of stinky new smells.
The cabin, nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains, was so isolated that cell-phone reception, became a dream that never came true. So Amy, a lover of antiques, had purchased an old rotary phone, from a local flea market; and hung it on the wall, beside the entrance that opened into a small kitchen. The entire cabin was small; other than the kitchen, it contained only 1 bedroom, a bath and a cozy den with a stone fireplace and a cedar mantle. It was a perfect “weekend get-a-way” for her and Sky.
Rudy barked, startling Amy. He anxiously scratched at the screen door that led outside. Thinking he had to pee, Amy opened the door to let him outside. Simultaneously the phone hanging on the wall began to ring. Amy knew it was Sky returning her call. She picked it up on the third ring and immediately said into the receiver, “Hey babe! It’s beautiful here! You should see the snow!”
The voice on the other end replied, “Amy, listen to me. Lock the door!”
Amy recognized Sky’s voice, but Rudy’s incessant barking garbled her message.
“Damn it Rudy, hush up!”
In response, Rudy’s barking deepened with guttural growls, making it impossible for Amy to hear Sky.
“Wait a minute, I’ll be right back,” she said into the phone, and then laid it to rest on the wooden table, they used to eat their meals. As Amy walked toward the screen door, the voice from the phone, begging her to not open the door, went unheard.
The screen door squeaked when it opened. Amy stepped outside, and stood on the wooden porch. Rudy, only a few feet from her, crouched low and snarled baring his sharp canines. Amy felt a wave of uneasiness, for she knew Rudy, her happy-go-lucky retriever, rarely growled.
Amy scanned the edge of the woods looking for anything that would explain her dog’s vicious transformation. Seeing absolutely nothing, she knelt and began to coax Rudy to come to her.
“Come on boy…it’s okay…”
A shadow, flickered quickly past her peripheral vision, before she could turn to see what it was, Rudy lunged in her direction. Gnashing teeth and a deafening BANG were last things Amy remembered.
Afterwards, came darkness.
Amy, cold and naked, hung from her shackles, her tears followed gravity’s path, to mingle with the earth below. She tried to say Rudy’s name, but the duct tape, stretched tightly, across her mouth, sealed her lips shut. She wondered what had happened to Rudy.
Amy did the only thing she could; she hung alone in the dark, a piece of meat, awaiting its captor.
She heard only the sounds of silence.
to be continued…
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