ResQ Me! Sampler--NEW!!

“Hey, Lynn,” Kevin says as he walks down the stairs. “Why don’t we go do something today?”


“I want to make sure he leaves before we do anything,” she answers while he joins her on the couch.


“We can’t let him dictate our actions. We need to make him think we don’t know that he’s here. So we need to go about our business as if he isn’t here.”


“I’m sure he knows we’re here,” she replies paying more attention to what’s going on outside than to what’s being said to her.


“Of course he knows we’re here,” he affirms. “We need him to think we don’t know he’s here. We need to go out shopping for groceries, dining at restaurants and any other thing that would get us out of this house…all the while watching our backs to see if he follows us.”


“I don’t know, Kev.”


“Come on, let’s go get some groceries…I’m starving.”


She reluctantly goes with him to the local market. Uneasiness sits in the pit of her stomach and causes a nauseating feeling. She can’t shake the sensation that she’s being watched and keeps looking back to see if somebody is behind her. Kevin notices her behavior and encourages her to relax and to “stop acting so obvious.” He then instructs her to push the cart so he can load food into it and periodically, yet inconspicuously, look behind her to see who is there.


After several attempts at trying to find someone, he is unable to locate any suspicious person and gives up. Still feeling uneasy about being out, she insists that they pay for the products they have and get back to the house. She complains for several more minutes while he finishes shopping for the groceries on his mental list.


Her uneasy feeling subsides once they pull into her garage and park the car and she subconsciously releases a relieving sigh. Kevin gets out first after opening the trunk to retrieve some bags of groceries. Lynnda follows suit and when she leans into the trunk to get a heavy sack of potatoes, she feels a forceful grip around the back of her neck pulling her away from the car.


“Where is she?” Michael growls while turning her to face him.


“Who?” She inquires innocently.


“Don’t fuck with me, Lynnda,” he snaps. “Tell me where she is now.”


“She’s not here. I don’t know where she is.” She trembles inside, but keeps her cool composure. She isn’t lying. She honestly doesn’t know Mary’s current location.


He points the tip of his knife in her neck at the base of her jaw indicating he will make no hesitation to slice it open.


“I swear to you. I have no idea where she is.”


“Where’s your brother?” he asks nodding in the direction of his house.


“He took his family on vacation. To the Bahamas…or some Caribbean island,” she lies.


“Then you won’t mind letting me in, so I can see for myself.”


Kevin enters the garage unaware of the situation Lynnda is in. He unintentionally distracts Michael for a split second.


And that is all she needs.


Lynnda immediately un-holsters her gun, grabs Michael’s hair and jams the barrel of the gun under his jaw then barks, “Listen here you son-of-a-bitch. I’ll put a bullet in your brain faster than you can slice my neck. I don’t have your damn girlfriend. I don’t know where she is. You better leave me and my family alone or so help me…I’ll kill you.”


Kevin draws his gun and points it at the evil man. Lynnda releases Michael’s hair and knocks the knife away from her neck. She pulls the hammer on her gun back and growls, “Get out of here.”


Michael slowly backs away realizing he is out numbered and knowing there is nothing more he can do. Lynnda and Kevin keep their guns pointed at him until he is out of sight. She looks at him and says with sarcasm, “Thanks…I knew there was a reason I didn’t want to go out today.”