Previously known as Lyndsay's Revenge, I am simply editing and renaming it; hope to have the new chapter finished soon.
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He grunted as he leaned heavily on his cane, the chill in the air always agitated his hip. But he ignored that and kept walking, pushing past the pain. He had a good feeling about this lead. No matter how good the government thought they were they forgot about one thing. A pet is a difficult thing to rename. It had taken him five years, but he had a good feeling about this one. He finally sat down at the bench across the street and waited. He spent a lot of time waiting. Watching as people passed in and out of the Veterinarian office; he paid attention to their face, for all he knew she'd changed her hair, her clothes. After having their baby, she might have added some weight too. His fists clenched as he thought about the child he had yet to see. **HIS** child, a child he'd spent his entire life waiting for and she'd taken him. He shook his head and counted down from ten to calm himself. It would take time, and he was willing to bide his time. A smile spread across his face as he dreamt about the punishments he'd thought up for her. She thought she could escape him, thought she could just hide and keep their child from him. She'd see she was wrong; he'd have what he wanted.
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"Samson, would you please come pick up your skates?" called out Lyndsay.
"Yes Mom," Samson shouted back. She made her way to the kitchen where she tossed her keys in the bowl by the back door, laid the bills down and threw her purse on the counter as she started searching the fridge for what she was going to make for Dinner.
"What are you in the mood for?" she called out.
"Corndogs!" he replied. She smiled as she shook her head. That was his favorite food as of late, but they'd already eaten those two days in a row.
"C'mon buddy, something else." I pleaded.
"Pizza." She grabbed a frozen pizza and preheated the oven. Samson came and sat down on the island with his homework. She started to open the mail, groaning as she glanced at how many bills she owed now.
"So how was school?" she asked casually. This was their daily routine, at least on the days she worked.
"Great, we're watching the progression of the caterpillar. They're at the cocoon stage right now. Mine is closest to becoming a butterfly."
"Well that sounds a lot more fun than what I had to do all day." After Samson was born, she'd gone to trade school and learned to become a certified nursing assistant. It didn't pay a lot, but she made decent money and had finally been able to be independent. She had her own small townhouse, it had taken years and lots and lots of therapy to get where she was at today. Even then she had become a little obsessive in security. There was the security system in general, panic buttons located around the house; and several locks on the front and back door. All windows were double paned and locked along with sticks to keep them from being pried open too far. She had a gun permit, and always carried.
Gun safety was something she'd made sure to drill into Samson's head. They'd never found Clyde, and until he was in custody or dead she'd never feel completely safe. They'd gone through so much, witness protection, check-ins, but she didn't want to take any chances. While the pizza baked she helped him with his homework, he was a really smart kid, at the head of his class and he was only in 1st grade. He excelled in everything he did. He was the perfect kid; he had manners, and a great sense of compassion. When she'd first gotten home, the moment she saw her mother and father waiting for her with open arms she'd ran and hugged them. After all those weeks with Clyde and his messed up crazy family she'd finally been allowed to break down and cry. She was able to let her guard down and collapsed against them. Some details they still didn't know, but being pregnant was the one thing she had to reveal right away. Her mother calmly asked her what she wanted. The choice was hers to make, and they would love her and support her no matter what. Emily, of course, had stated her opinion about what she should do. She'd begged her to keep the baby, not to hold the sins of his father against him. Lyndsay knew that either way she had to make a choice she could live with and as she looked down at her son she smiled because she knew she'd made the right choice. She didn't see him as the offspring of Christopher.
Yes, he obviously looked like his father, just enough to remind her sometimes, but she refused to let that stand in the way. She'd been in a few support groups, some mothers whose child was born of rape had a tough time. But Lyndsay couldn't imagine ever feeling that way about her son. He was truly a gift and one of the few things that kept her going. When the memories haunted her dreams, or the night sweats and panic attacks hit, all she had to do was think of him and everything would be better. He gave her reason to be her best and keep going. Athena barked to remind Lyndsay for dinner. Once Dinner was finished Samson brushed his teeth and she tucked him in, read him a couple more chapters in his favorite series and made her way downstairs for a cup of chocolate milk and a good book. She flipped through the channels and stopped on a show of World's Dumbest. She avoided horror movies, she'd lived through enough to last her the rest of her life. When Athena scratched at the back door she turned off the TV. That was the cue it was bedtime.
"I'm coming Athena, hold on a min," she called as she set her cup into the sink and made her way to the back door. She'd yet to install a doggy door, it was the next thing she was working on getting. But she only made so much a month and she was determined to support the two of them by herself. Although her mother always bought her "gifts" for the house and never let her refuse them. She opened the door to let the pug in and the sight before her caused her to freeze and her mind to suddenly go blank. Her face paled and she was at loss of how to respond. She'd always imagined this would happen, but in her imagination she always responded quickly. Right now she felt like she'd been trapped in a nightmare. In the doorway stood Clyde, in his arms was Athena, panting away with her tongue sticking out. She tried to shut the door, her entire body going into a panic, but he wedged his foot in the doorway. It didn't take much strength for him to push the door open. Lyndsay released the door ran towards the counter for a knife. She pulled it from the block and held it in front of herself.
"How did you find me?" she demanded. Clyde smiled and lifted her dog who seemed to not understand that she was being held by a bad guy.
"You can change your name, your hair and move wherever you like in the whole world. You're my wife Skye, and I will hunt to the end of the earth to find you." Her stomach dropped and she felt herself start to hyperventilate.
"You need to leave my house right now!" she demanded. He set Athena down outside and closed the door. She whimpered and scratched at it, but at least she was safe. He walked closer, not an ounce of fear on his face. Lyndsay struggled to focus as she waved the knife around and tried to remember her training. Clyde shook his head and walked closer. She noticed the slight limp and took note of it; he had a weakness she could exploit.
"You have been a bad wife Skye and I need to cleanse you of your wickedness. Put the knife down darling," he encouraged. When he was within reach she slashed out, and he caught the blade in his hand; blood ran down his arm and onto the kitchen floor as the blade sunk into his skin. He didn't pull away or shout, he held on tighter as he reached with his free hand to grab her. She abandoned the knife and bolted for her gun. She kept one in the stand by the door. She pulled the shelf out, wrapping her hand around the cold metal. He wrapped his arm around her throat, moving faster than she had anticipated. She swung the barrel around and fired, the shot ringing in her ears deafening her momentarily. He let go and slammed her head against the wall, drowning her vision in darkness.
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