Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 98

"We need to get her back to the hospital. She is dehydrated and her Granny needs to know she is safe," remarked Zeb.

Placing her in the center passenger's seat in front, they also got into the car, and Zeb took off, going as fast as he dared to drive. 

Within a few minutes, Arlissa began to stir. 

"Where am I?" she wanted to know.

"Shh! You're okay now. You're with me and Zeb. You're safe; we're taking you to your Granny so she can see for herself. She's been giving the authorities fits over finding you!" 

Arlissa lay back against the seat, and leaned against Bobby's shoulder. 

Within a few minutes they were back into civilization, and then in another twenty minutes or so, they were pulling into the emergency bay of the hospital. 

Bobby Joe scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the emergency room. 

"This young woman needs some attention right away! She's dehydrated, and has been given some kind of injection to make her sleep this afternoon."

Trooper Bobby Joe Odom spoke with authority and no one questioned it.

"Okay, Officer; we'll see that she gets help. Just bring her over her and place her on a gurney. This is Miss Hinton that they've been searching for, isn't it?"

"Yes, ma'am, it is. I'll be staying with her, if you don't mind."

Zeb had parked the car and came in just as they were wheeling Arlissa into a cubicle behind some sheets. He followed them and told Bobby he would go up and let her Grandmother know she was okay.

"We need to call off the manhunt and let the Sheriff know where he can pick up Con," replied Bobby. 

"Yes, I'll do that, too, my friend, then I have to go to the funeral home with my family."

(To be continued)

Monday, September 29, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 97

She heard the footsteps stop and waited. All at once, the car door opened. 

Looking up, she saw Zeb O'Hanlon standing there, head lowered and in the doorway.

"Arlissa! We've been looking everywhere for you! How did you get way out here?" 

Not waiting for an answer, he shouted, "Hey, Odie! She's over here!"

By this time Arlissa was clambering out of the car and had flung herself into Zeb's arms.

"Oh, I thought I was a goner, for sure, Zeb! Con Douglas kidnapped me and brought me out here. I'm so glad to see someone I know!"

"Where is he? How did you get away from him?"

"I hit him with a rock and took the key to the chain he had around my ankle. While he was out, I unlocked the chain and put it on him. Then I got away and finally found my way out. He woke up about the time I left."

"Ah, Miss Arlissa! You are somethin' else!" This came from Bobby Joe Odom, spoken in admiring tones.

"I never thought I was ever gonna get outta there! I was plenty scared!"

"What are these clothes doing here in the front seat? Are they yours?"

"No, he was wearin' them, dressed like a woman and wearin' that wig, at the hospital and actin' like he was lost and lookin' for the library. I walked down to the sidewalk with him, to show him and all at once, the next thing I remember, I was wakin' up here in that cave. He had given me a shot of somethin' in my arm, cause he gave me another one later. It knocked me out."

"Well, I must say he isn't lacking for cunning. Just too bad he's not using it for something good. Well, he can just stay in there awhile. We'll let the Sheriff know where he is and he can pick him up. Give Con a taste of his own medicine. Let's get out of here right now. We have a receiving of friends to get to tonight for Rosie." 

When Zeb had finished speaking, the three of them headed for his car. 

"Miss Arlissa, you are one brave little gal! I'm right proud and honored to know you!" stated Bobby Joe. 

She smiled at him and, without warning, fainted. He quickly caught her and lifted her into the car.

"I guess her ordeal just finally caught up to her!" he said to Zeb. 

Saturday, September 27, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 96

Her progress was slow and hindered by the fact that she was very weak from the drugs that had been injected into her body. The dehydration she was suffering added to her inability to think clearly. 

Holding the lantern high, she searched for the entrance to the cave. She was remembering the country song recorded a few years earlier about a man trapped in a cave in Georgia. The thought that she might wind up like him, urged her on. 

An hour later, she stumbled out into the open and began shouting for help. There was no one near to help her, but she did see the blue car that she figured must have brought her to the cave. 

"Thank you, God!" she wept, falling on her knees. It was almost dark and she had no idea where she was. She couldn't remember ever having been in this area before. Arlissa was shaking.

Almost crawling to the car, she wrenched the door open and saw the inner light come on. There in the ignition were the keys! 

She also saw in the front seat the clothes the woman had been wearing, along with a blonde wig. 

Of course, she told herself, Con had disguised himself as a woman. He was trickier than she had ever given him credit for.

As she sat in the car, she heard the approaching sound of another vehicle.

She didn't know what to do...was it a friend of Con Douglas? Until she could find out, she decided to hide in the car, so she lay down in the seat to remain invisible, yet almost unable to control her shaking body.

After all, she reasoned, if they were there to help Con, they would go on into the cave. If not, well, she didn't know what was going to happen. It could be that somebody saw the car and decided to investigate. 

The person driving the other vehicle might be more dangerous than Con. After all, Con hadn't really hurt her yet.

She heard the idling of an engine; the sound of feet crunching gravel as someone neared the car where she lay, brought new hope partnered with fear to the heart of the young woman.

 Arlissa waited...

(To be continued)

Friday, September 26, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 95

She saw his fingers moving slowly as she bent to check his pulse in his neck and began to slide away from him. Arlissa knew then that she had not killed him and knew she should run. 

Taking the lantern, she moved in the direction from which she had seen him approach her.

Looking back, she could no longer see him. It was blacker than pitch in her place of captivity and she had no idea which way to turn. 

She heard his howl of dismay when he discovered what she had done. 

"You little slut! I'll get you yet! You ain't outta here and I know you can't find your way out. You'll die in here without my help to get you out. That lantern'll run out of kerosene before you ever find your way. Jist mark my words!"

She held the lantern high and looked around her at the walls. She was in a cave; the hills of Kentucky were full of caves, she knew.

Her thrill of getting out of his reach began turning to worry at the thought of the truth of his prediction. Was he right? Well, she could only try.

She wished she had the bottle of water he had left for her, but that was the least of her worries. The thought of water made her think of what obstacles she might have to overcome to get out of the cave. Were there drop-offs in the cave? Was there water running in it anywhere? What time was it? Was it dark outside, if she made it out of the cave? Did he have somebody helping him? What about the woman who had kidnapped her? 

So much that she didn't know and had to worry about if he had someone outside waiting for him. That would be another hurdle to overcome. 



 

Thursday, September 25, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 94

She didn't know if it was an answer to her prayer; but she chose to believe it was. Her hand closed around a good-sized rock, just as she heard a sound behind her.

Turning slowly, she saw a lantern lifted shoulder-high, and in its glow was a shape which she recognized, but pretended not to. 

"Please, mister! I'm so hungry! Did you bring me somethin' to eat?" She put real misery into her voice and went to her knees, wailing, and holding the rock hidden in her hand.

"Are you now, Miss High-n-Mighty? Singin' a different tune, it seems!"

"Con, is that you? Oh, I'm so sorry for treatin' you so bad yesterday! It was only a date you wanted, wasn't it? Please, won't you forgive me?"

She heard him laugh that silly high laugh of his. 

"Well, now, I don't know. You reckon you learned your lesson yet? I may not be through teachin' it to you. I'll bet we know who's boss around here, though, don't we?"

"Please, Con, dear! Let me make it up to you!"

"Well, maybe I'll just let you give me a kiss to prove how sorry you are! Stand up here next to me, Sugar!"

He reached down to pull her up to him and when he did, she brought her right arm up as hard as she could and hit him in the temple. He dropped the lantern onto the floor.

He went down like a felled ox. She hit him again for good measure. Then she began going through his pockets, looking  for the key to the shackle on her ankle.

Her hands were shaking like a leaf, afraid he would wake up and grab her. He lay still as she searched frantically.

"Oh, please, God, it's gotta be here. Help me find it, Lord."

She set the lantern upright. Fortunately, it was still lit. 

"I hope I haven't killed him; I'd hate to have his blood on my hands."

Her shaking hands felt the key; pulling it from his back pocket, she brought it out and dropped it. 

"Oh, no! I can't lose it!" 

Lifting the lantern, she saw it on the floor, and snatched it up, fitting it into the lock on her ankle.  Then she fastened it around his ankle, and put the key into her pocket.

"There! Now, to check and see if he is still alive."

She leaned down close to the man who had held her captive. 

(To be continued)

 

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 93

"I'm either in a basement or a cave, but I don't know which. Maybe if I crawl around some more, I can find out." 

As she crawled, she felt the chain growing taut and realized she was crawling in the wrong direction. She needed to find the beginning of it. Changing direction, she took hold of the chain and began crawling and feeling the chain, trying to find where it started.

She felt something slither over her legs, and screamed, only to realize it was the chain she was moving. It had slipped across her legs in the darkness. 

Arlissa prayed as she crawled, asking God for guidance. If she ever needed help, that was the time for it, she knew.

She was feeling for rocks or any other item she could use to aid her. There seemed to be nothing, at least as far as she could tell.

Finally, she reached a bolt and the other end of the chain. It seemed to be securely fastened, with nothing to help her get free. 

For about the umpteenth time, she felt where the chain was fastened to the shackle on her ankle. It had a lock securing it to the chain. If only she could get her hands on the key; but she knew that was well-nigh impossible. She was a prisoner at the mercy of her captor.

Getting to her knees, she decided to stand and see about walking around, now that she had found a wall. Maybe she could figure out what kind of place she was confined to. All she knew was that it was dark and cold and damp. She was cold and hungry; she was scared to boot, but getting very angry.

"How dare anyone to treat another person this way! I'm not going to give in to my fears. I've got to believe someone will find me before too long. Oh, God! Please help me!"

(To be continued)  

Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Arlissa - Her Story - Day 92

Sheriff Bradshaw was at the hospital talking to Arlissa's grandmother. He sat in a chair next to her bed, holding her hand.

"We're looking for Arlissa, and I need some information. What can you tell me about where she might have gone? Did you see the woman who came up to her?"

Pulling her hand from his, Granny Hinton wrote on her slate, "Tall woman. Soft voice."

"Anything else?"

"Hairy legs."

"Had you ever seen that woman before?"

"No. Stranger."

"Well, thank you, Ms. Hinton. We are going to do our best to find her."

The Sheriff patted her shoulder and promised to do all he could to find the girl.

He got up from his chair and left the room. 

Granny reached with her left hand and picked up the Bible to read it, searching for comforting scripture. Flipping through the book, she came across the births and deaths pages. Looking at them, she realized the two pages had been separated. 

"I thought I had them pages kinda stuck together," she reflected. "Wonder how they got unstuck? Did Arlissa see them? Nah, she woulda sure said something." 

The old lady was reassuring herself that the secret was safe from Arlissa. 

Granny bowed her head and began to pray for Arlissa's safe return. 

*******

When Arlissa once again awakened, she was alone. As she moved her leg, she felt the shackles. 

"Hello! Hello! Is anyone there?"

Her voice seemed to bounce off the walls. An echo resounded following the sound of her voice. 

"Where am I? What am I going to do?" She began to think about how she could escape. She began to follow the chain  attached to her leg.

"Maybe I can find out how long the chain is and where it is fastened."

As she crawled around, she felt the bottle of water, and opening it, she drank some from it.

There were pebbles on the floor of her place of captivity. 

"A dirt floor?" she asked herself. "Where could I possibly be?"

All at once, her hand found a wall. It was cold and damp.

(To be continued)