At first I thought maybe they both had gone up and I just didn’t notice it, but low cries were coming from the opposite side of the room. While covering my face, I turned to see a redheaded girl hovered over Tucker. She was crying and rocking back and forth.
When she spotted me looking at her, I could sense the hate in her eyes. She stood up and walked toward me, but for some reason she just stood there over me, holding her hands over her mouth. She started backing away, shaking her head and repeating the word ‘no,no,no’.
I tried to sit up and she turned around to start walking away. While still crying she turned one last time. “God, I’m so sorry. You weren’t supposed to get hurt. This wasn’t part of the plan. We just wanted the money. I swear.” She went running up the stairs and I even heard the front door being slammed shut. Voices could be heard out of the open window and moments later a car started and pulled away.
I don’t know how long I waited before trying to get up, but it was at least ten minutes. Instead of attempting to stand, I crawled over to Tucker’s body to check for a phone first. After searching every pocket, I found the phone, under his body. I wasn’t worried about him waking up. With the amount of blood loss and the way his eyes were open, I knew he was dead.
Calling Colt first would have been pointless. I had no idea where I was. The only way for me to be found would be to have my call traced. I open the phone and hit the emergency button.
“Nine one, one what is your emergency?”
“Please help me,” I cried. “I’ve been kidnapped, bound and beaten. I’m in a basement and I have no idea where I am.” My voice began to fade and the tears were streaming down my face. “I’m having a miscarriage. Please help me.”
The phone fell out of my hands as I collapsed onto the floor. Saying the words made it a reality. I just wanted to die, to just close my eyes and not feel the physical and emotional pain that was tearing through my body. How could this have happened to me. What did I ever do to deserve this?
I have no idea how long it was, but I finally picked the phone back up to hear the operator still there.
She told me they could search the vicinity of where the call was coming from and there were only a couple of residencies to search through. I stayed on the line and listened for the Ambulance. As it got closer I relayed it to the operator. When it was its loudest, I heard the doors slamming and soon a bunch of voices were in the house. I never hung up the phone, but continued to cry as the emergency crews came down to help me and handle the crime scene.
The paramedics were as gentle as they could be with me, while getting me onto the stretcher and carrying me up the flight of stairs. Police had already started arriving and the yard was full of officers. Once I was in the ambulance and the paramedic was trying to get my vitals, I reached over and grabbed his arm. “Please call my husband. My name is Savanna Mitchell, my husband is Colt. Please find him.”
“We know who you are Mrs. Mitchell. He’s already on his way.” I heard someone say before everything went black.
The next thing I remember was waking up in the hospital. I was hooked up to all kinds of monitors. The buzzing in my one ear was constant, and the pain in my stomach was worse. I tried to open my mouth to speak, but my jaw was stuck shut. A hand on my arm caused me to turn my head. Colt stood there over me. Tears filled his eyes and everything that had happened to me came all back to replay in my mind.
“No! No! No! Please tell me it isn’t true. Please Colt. Tell me it isn’t true.” I pleaded through my tight jaw. It was hard to talk, but I couldn’t help myself from expressing my pain. “Please, God, tell me this is a bad dream. Tell me this isn’t real. My baby…..our baby. Our.Baby.”
He knew I was referring to our baby. I didn’t have to keep saying it. He couldn’t look into my eyes, but as the tears fell from his own, he shook his head from side to side, right before covering his face into his hands.
He tried to shush me, to get me to calm down, but the tears flooded my vision. “Try not to talk Darlin’. They had to wire part of your jaw. Please don’t cry, Sugar. I’m so sorry Savanna. I’m just so darn sorry.”
Our baby was gone.
There would be no calming down. No being grateful I made it out of there alive. I caused this to happen. The red head told me they weren’t going to hurt me. Me trying to escape is what killed my baby. It was all my fault.
My emotional breakdown became so uncontrolled that the doctors came and eventually sedated me. The last face I saw was Colt’s. The pain I saw in his eyes was worse than anything physical I was feeling myself.