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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 sagte something about being molested. A strange sound escaped her throat and she tried to open her eyes.
“She’s waking up” a woman sagte 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 sagte friendly. Debra pulled back and glanced suspiciously. “You had quite a fall” He looked at his files. “A minor concussion and some bruises. Du were lucky” He looked up from the files. “There’s something else. I noticed some bruises on the inside of your thighs. There was also blood and sperm. Is there anything Du want to tell me?”
Debra shook her head. She didn’t want to relive that night.
“How long have I been here?” Debra avoided the question.
“A week” the doctor answered. “You didn’t have any ID on Du and so far no one has come for you”
“I can’t go home” Debra whispered in tears. She pulled up her knees and wrapped her arms around them.
“You won’t have to” the doctor reassured her. “Foster care has found a family who will take care of you”
“How long will I stay there?” Debra asked scared. She didn’t look vorwärts-, nach vorn to meeting strange people.
“Until your parents come vorwärts-, nach vorn and claim Du back” the doctor replied.
“They won’t come” Debra Kommentiert sad.
Molly supported her head with her hands and groaned.
“Are Du okay?” Ryan asked concerned and compassionate.
“Yeah, my head just feels like it’s going to explode” Molly replied faint.
“That’s not what I mean” Ryan said. “How did he get in here? Don’t Du lock your doors?”
“I was going to” Molly defended herself. She stood and walked to the closet. She opened it and took out some Ibuprofen. While she swallowed a couple Turned ran off the stairs. He walked towards Ryan.
“Can I talk to Du for a moment?” he demanded. “Yeah” Ryan frowned and he followed Turner away...
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Mike hurried up to Debra’s hotel room. He tried for the door, but it was locked. A maid walked out of a distant room and Mike quickly walked to her.
“Hi, could Du open that door for me, please?” he asked soft but urgent. “I’m from the FBI” he added. “Hang on, I’ll Zeigen Du my badge”
After Wird angezeigt her his FBI card the maid walked to Deb’s room and unlocked it. “Thank you” Mike said. He slowly pushed the door open while he held up his gun.
He entered the room and looked around to see if there was anything unusual. Well, there was the corpse of a waiter, but there was...
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6am, the Weiter 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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An instant later Emma appeared. When she saw Joe lying on the floor, appearing to be dead, she accelerated her steps, while repeatedly mumbling ‘no’ She knelt and turned Joe on his back.
“Joe, wake up. Please, wake up” she begged. “Don’t leave me here”
Joe groaned and opened his eyes. “Dear God, that hurt” he moaned. “What are Du doing here? I told Du not to come until I called you”
“I followed Ryan. It would’ve been two against one. It wouldn’t have been a fair fight. I had to come and help you” Emma explained loyal.
“That’s very thoughtful of you, Emma”...
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Ryan parked his car at the dock and stepped outside. He ran to the pier towards a motor boat. On his way he’d received another call from Claire with further instructions. He had to get to a boot named Matthews. The keys would be in the ignition.
Ryan hurried into the boot and ran to the wheel. He started the boot and navigated in the instructed direction.
About thirty-seven Minuten later Ryan saw a white boot and he navigated towards it. When the Matthews was right Weiter to it, Ryan walked to the edge, stepped up and jumped. He could scarcely grab the gunwale of the boot and climbed on board....
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FYI: The chapters of this story are named after songs. Through the dirt and the gravel is a song Von We were promised jetpacks. Lyrics can be found here: link



“Any last words?” Alex asked with a voice of which the malicious pleasure just dripped of. Debra looked up at him, her eyes wide in terror.
“You don’t have to do this” she begged.
“I know I don’t” Alex replied careless. “Take small breaths” he advides before getting up. As Debra cried and screamed for help he and his partner closed the coffin and buried it underneath the ground.
Everything went quiet. The only sound...
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“That’s not my baby” Deb eventually sighed.
“What?” Mike asked confused. “Deb, how can Du say that? How can Du know that? Du sagte it yourself. Du never saw the baby”
“I can’t explain it. I just know this is not our daughter” Suddenly her fear was replaced with something equally as strong. Hope. “Maybe’s she’s not dead” Deb looked up at Mike, expecting to find the same renewed hope on his face. But all she saw was doubt. “I have to go” she said, as if she had suddenly remembered something very important.
She ran away, bare feet , and without any papers.
“Let...
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“Tie her up” Susan ordered, pointing the gun at Mike. “Use your belt”
Mike raised his hand in a negotiating gesture. “I don’t know what happened, but I’m sure we can work it out. Let’s just sit at the table, and talk about it”
Susan lowered her gun, only to raise it and point it at Deb’s stomach. “Tie her up” she repeated threateningly. “Or I’ll get rid of that big belly of hers”
His hands shaking, Mike took off his gürtel and walked towards Deb. “I’m sorry” he muttered, before tying Deb’s hand behind her back.
In the meantime, Susan had loosened her own belt....
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Simon knew something was wrong. Right after he had arrived back in Nottingham, the other cult members had been leaving, one Von one, until only he, Emma and Molly were left.
“What’s going on?” Simon asked suspicious.
Emma didn’t respond. Instead she walked to the kitchen, and examined the knifes in the messer block. She, eventually, picked out a medium one, and let it slide over the counter. “I thought I could trust you, Simon” she started, in a calm, but sinister voice.
Simon’s eyes shifted to Molly, but she just smiled, expectantly, and when he tried to back away, Molly grabbed...
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“Aren’t Du going to let me in?” Susan asked, and before Deb could react, Susan pushed her aside. She walked straight into the living room, where Mike was setting the table. He looked up and frowned at the unfamiliar woman, then looked at Deb.
“Shall I put a third plate?” he asked uncertain.
“No” Deb replied hastily. “She, eh,…she can’t stay”
“Of course I can stay” Susan protested and she walked towards Mike to shake his hand. “I’m Susan. I’m an old friend of Deb’s”
“Really?” Mike asked slowly, flashing his eyes at Deb, who helplessly pulled up her shoulders....
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7 months later…
It was a long drive from Nottingham to Woodbridge, but since Emma hadn’t replaced Simon’s phone, and he hadn’t seen an opportunity to steal someone else’s, this was the only option left. Max wanted inside information, and she was going to get it.
He figured his best chances at finding her were at agent Weston’s house, where Deb also lived. He half and half hoped Deb would be home. It would be nice to talk, like they used to.
He parked his car in front of the house, got out and rang the bell.
A couple yards further Alex was looking through a fieldglass, and talking on...
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Mike woke up first, and when he noticed Deb was still sleeping like a baby, he decided not to wake her. He put on his dressing-gown, and walked to the door. As he opened it, he heard loud, familiar voices from downstairs, and his eyes widened when he realized who they belonged to.
He hurried out of the bedroom, and downstairs, to find his parents sitting in the living room. “Mom. Dad” he remarked a little stunned. “What are Du doing here?”
“That is no way to say hello to your parents, Michael” Mrs. Weston reproached him. “Fortunately your girlfriend is much politer”
“My...
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Rob entered the ‘Blueberry Cafe’ and scanned the entire Weltraum with his eyes, until he noticed Annabel sitting at the bar. Her boyfriend wasn’t there.
He walked up to the bar, and coughed to get her attention. “Evening, Anna” he said.
Annabel gasped as she recognized his voice, but focused on her drink rather than to face him.
“I can’t help but notice Little John is nowhere to be seen” Rob noted, his voice so low only Annabel could hear it.
“What do Du want, Rob?” Annabel hissed, feeling her body tense from head to toe. “Vincent will be back any minute”
“You have something...
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Rob parked his car across the ‘Dahlia Dancers’, tapping the steering wheel anxiously. A police transporter, 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 Du buy me some time?”
“What about tonight? We’re supposed to open in an hour” Christina...
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Max frowned. If she didn’t know better, she would’ve sworn Mike’s eyes were shining. “I’m sorry Du had to hear this”, she sagte carefully.
“Yeah” Mike said. “Thank you. I’ll take care of it. I’ll see Du tomorrow”
“Really? I thought I was fired” Max muttered surprised.
“Just don’t pull out your gun” Mike warned her. “Unless it is to protect her, of course” He thought about that for a second, and added: “Don’t tell her I sagte that. I don’t think she would appreciate it”
“My lips are sealed” Max Kommentiert dry. “See Du tomorrow, then” She walked...
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For several Minuten Deb’s breathing was the only sound she heard, until she heard the front door open. She froze, and waited for footsteps to echo down the hall. As sagte footsteps became louder, as they approached the kitchen, Deb turned around, and braced herself.
Max stood a few meters away from her, her hands up in a surrendering gesture. “Mike called me. sagte he’d left”
She took up the courage to Bewegen a little closer, and as she did, she noticed the key on the ground. “You dropped something. Hold on, I got it” Before Deb could respond, Max had already dived for the key. “Here...
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Deb and Mike’s lips were still locked to one another’s when the door opened, and Claire walked in.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry” she apologized, when she realized what she had interrupted.
Deb and Mike let go of each other, and looked at Claire, anticipative. “No problem” Mike said. “You have any news on Ryan?”
“Actually, that’s what I came for” Claire replied. “He’s awake. I, uh, I thought you’d like to know”
“Thanks, Claire” Mike answered. “How’s he doing?”
“He’s still sore” Claire replied, with a grimace. “Those…people” She spit the word out...
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A week had passed, and no one had come to visit Deb. Because Deb hadn’t told anyone.
“Why not?” Susan asked one day, during lunch. “I mean, I get that it’s not something to be proud of, but…don’t Du miss them? Don’t Du want to see them?”
“I don’t miss my parents” Deb said, irritated. “But, I guess I miss my sisters. I haven’t seen Beth in four years. I want to know how she’s doing”
Susan nodded understandingly. “I miss my brother all the time. We write a lot, but it’s difficult for him to get here. He’s the reason I’m here”
“What do Du mean?” Deb...
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As soon as Deb lay down the pen, and closed the notepad, Rob snatched it out of her hand.
“I’m sorry” he hurried to say. “I just want the police to get this as soon as possible. The sooner we can set things in motion, the sooner Du will be exonerated from this nonsense”
Deb nodded, nervously, but with high hopes. If Rob would take care of it, she wouldn’t have to worry.
Rob gave her a soft KISS on the cheek, and then left. In the hallway he encountered a man in a suit, heading for Deb’s room.
“I’m sorry, who are you?” Rob asked suspicious.
“James Hyland, attorney” Mr....
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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 Du 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 Du cooperate, Deb. Do Du 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…