Saved

by Lorhainne Eckhart

  Larry paused mid-step and gave a sharp nod. “Yes, Captain, but I feel I need to warn you to take care and not get her worked up.” Larry walked over to the steel counter along the wall beside the exam table. Unlatching a secured drawer, he pulled out a stethoscope, and he stepped closer when Eric gestured.

  “The last thing I want to do is upset her. But I do need to talk to her. Please make sure Carruthers stays gone.”

  Larry nodded. Abby finished her lunch and set the spoon and bowl on the tray. She remained seated, dangling her feet. She appeared distracted as she rubbed her lower back.

  “Abby, I want to check your vitals again. Did you get enough to eat?”

  She nervously tucked her hair behind her ears. “Yes, thank you. It was more than enough.” She smiled pleasantly, and Eric couldn’t help thinking it was something she did because she thought it was expected. It had to be, because he could see, just watching her, how tightly wound she was. Anyone else in her condition would have been complaining and seeking comfort. She seemed to be holding all of it inside, but there would come a point that she’d snap.

  Larry looped the stethoscope around his neck and then pulled the table back to help her slide around into bed. She tried to lie down, but he held her arm. “No, I need you to sit up this time.” He gestured to the locker against the sidewall facing the door. “Captain, can you grab me a couple of extra pillows from in there?”

  “Sure, Doc.” Eric pulled out two pillows from the locker filled with bedding and other supplies. “Is this enough?”

  “Yes, thanks.” Larry positioned them behind her back for support.

  Eric lingered by the door and then leaned against the counter as the doc listened to her heart and lungs, taking her blood pressure and temperature again and scribbling notes in a chart.

  “I think we can probably remove this, too, Abby.” Larry slid out the IV and covered the back of her hand with a bandage. “You’re doing great, Abby, but I want you to get some rest, too.”

  Eric watched the warm smile Larry gave her. What it did was set his blood boiling to the point that he felt his temper simmering just below the surface. He wanted to grab the doc by the shirt collar and send him on his way. Just what the hell was the matter with him? He felt his muscles bunch his back, his shoulders, as they strained his shirt. “Hey, Doc, you want to wrap it up and move on out?”

  The way the doctor glanced at him, he must have realized something, as he stashed his equipment in the secured drawers and strode to the door. “If you need me, sir, I’ll be in the mess hall.”

  Eric said nothing as he crossed his arms and remained in his stance, the one he’d developed as he fought. Larry swallowed and then left, the door closing with a sharp click. When Eric faced Abby, he saw a woman who wasn’t about to shrivel up and cry but who was watching and waiting for his move, a woman who would take what was handed to her and would most likely deal with it without one whimper or complaint. This rattled him completely and without question.

  Chapter Four

  Eric grabbed one of the steel-back chairs and slid it over beside the bed, lowering his large frame, all solid muscle, into the chair. He knew his size intimidated many, but he also knew he was many a woman’s fantasy, as he’d been propositioned more times than he could count. The last thing he wanted to do to Abby was appear threatening in any way. He leaned forward and inclined his head, staring at doe-like eyes that were bluer than some of the cleanest blue seas in the tropical south. “Abby, it’s time you tell me what happened.”

  Her face instantly paled, and again she lowered her head. Her tiny hands fisted into the thin white blanket tossed across her lap.

  “It’s okay, Abby. Whatever happened, you can tell me. Please trust me.” He reached out and slid his hand over hers until she relaxed. She glanced at the door, and he wondered for a moment if she wanted to race out of there. What she did do surprised him. She blinked a couple of times and pursed her lips, hardening her young face, and he watched and waited for her response.

  “I’m from Seattle. I…” She stopped and cleared her throat roughly. “I was travelling Europe. I went to a nightclub in Paris, and on the way back to my hotel, two men grabbed me and I was sold to an Arab man. I escaped from his boat, and then you found me.”

  He was stunned by the lack of emotion in her voice, because there was no way a woman could be okay and so matter of fact after surviving that. He knew all too well that women didn’t just reappear in Europe. The human trafficking ring was massive, high powered, and the women who were bought and sold disappeared forever.

  “Abby, I don’t know what to say.”

  “Don’t say anything. It is what it is. When can I go home?”

  He was stunned. He had expected tears, a woman on the edge, as he slid his eyes over her rounded belly. He also expected that the sick, perverted man who’d bought her was also the father of her unborn child. He shuddered to think of how it had happened. “Do you have family in Seattle we can contact?”

  She seemed to hesitate for a moment, as she stared hard at his hand, which still covered hers, until he pulled it away. Maybe his touch repulsed her—possibly, all men repulsed her. When she answered finally, she looked at him with something haunting lurking like a shadow in her eyes. “No, not anymore.”

  There was definitely something there, but he didn’t want to push too hard. He also had to realize she may have been suffering from Stockholm syndrome. This could have been some ploy to get her aboard his ship. “I need you to run through a few details, Abby, but first I need your full name.”

  “Abigail Carlton, Abby for short,” she said.

  He nodded and crossed his arms. “Tell me, how long ago was it that you were taken from Paris? How long ago was it that you were sold?”

  “It’s been three hundred and twenty-two days since I was taken,” she said matter-of-factly.

  He’d seen prisoners of war and marines, sailors who’d been captured by the enemy and then released, and they had been a mess, so much so that many hadn’t hesitated to put guns to their heads. Abby seemed so calm when she spoke, but it was her hand that gave her away, trembling so hard she grasped it with her other hand to stop the shake and held it so hard he was sure she would leave a bruise.

  “I know this is really hard, Abby. Can you tell me about the day you were taken, about who took you?” He wanted to reach out and put his hand over hers, but he worried that with what she’d been through, she may not welcome his touch. He could see her thinking and holding her jaw rigid as her eyes filled with tears, turning the whites of her eyes red. She cleared her throat roughly.

  “I…I.” She stumbled, and her voice cracked. A few seconds passed before she could continue. “I had arrived the day before in Paris. I decided to stop in at a nightclub close to the hotel. I had a drink, danced, and left a few hours later. When I walked out, I didn’t know I’d been followed. At least, I think I was—it happened so fast. A car pulled up and squealed its tires. I was grabbed from behind by some man and forced into the car.

  “I don’t know where I was taken, but a hood was put over my head, and I was kept tied up with other women. It was five days of listening to that strange, unfamiliar language, Arabic. I know that now. Then I was told that I was a gift to a great man. Is that what you want to know, or do you want to know what he did to me? I’d never been with anyone, and he knew it. Apparently that increased my value. He owned me and could do anything to me.”

  “Who was he, this man who bought you?” Eric asked her, studying her face, wondering how she could keep talking without falling apart the way women always did. Hell, most of them cried over a hangnail.

  She cleared her throat again. “Seyed Hossein was his name. It is his name…if he’s still alive. He was cruel, and I was nothing but something for him to play with.”

  “How did you get away, Abby?”

  This time, she looked directly at him. Tears popped up and streamed down the side of her face, not in a free-fall but a trickle. She d
idn’t fall apart, speaking plainly. “Seyed came to the room where I was kept and said he was taking me out. I put on the abaya and veil I had been given, making sure I did everything right. I didn’t want to make him angry, and he angered easily. We left, and I was in the backseat of a car that drove to a marina, and I followed him onto a boat.”

  “Do you know the name of the boat?” he asked as she brushed her hand roughly over her cheek and wiped away the tears.

  She shook her head. “I don’t know. It was dark out, and I was sent down below and sat on a narrow bunk. I was told not to move.”

  “That’s okay. What happened next, Abby?”

  “Seyed and the man who drove were arguing about something. I don’t know what because I couldn’t understand them. They were angry, though. Then I heard the engine start up, and the boat began to move.” Abby’s face took an edge as if she was trying to hide her discomfort. She pressed her fingers into her lower back and then leaned to the side, resting on one arm.

  “You all right? Your back sore?”

  “Yes, sorry. I didn’t want to…”

  He cut her off before she could finish, absolutely furious because she was trying to hide all her pain. “For God’s sake, Abby, if you’re hurting, you’ve got to say something.” Eric stood beside her and held his hand out. “May I?”

  She gazed up, a bit startled, and then nodded. “Okay.”

  Eric sat beside her on the bed and rested one hand on her shoulder, sliding his other across her lower back and massaging the stiffness. “How does that feel?” he asked. She wouldn’t look at him, but he could feel the tension in her muscles wound tightly, as if they were made of stiff wire that would snap before it would bend. He grabbed the extra pillows on her bed and plumped them higher. “Here, lean back against these. Hopefully that will feel better.”

  Abby slid back on the bed and rested against the stacked pillows. He saw her hesitate a second as though waiting for his permission to move.

  “Abby, lie down, relax.”

  She nodded, her eyes cast downward, and leaned into the pillows. Then she turned on her side. “Is it all right if I lie this way?”

  He couldn’t believe she was asking him this. He felt his throat thicken for whatever had happened to her to break her down so. “Abby, I know I’ve said this, but you’re safe here. You don’t need to keep asking to be comfortable. You need to tell us if something hurts.”

  She lifted her chin to look at him, but she was so uneasy, and she blushed a bright pink before nodding and then staring at her fidgeting hands. Eric still stood over her, and she lay there in front of him as if she expected him to stay there, but he couldn’t do that to her, so he sat back down and leaned back, tilting his head to look at her face, a face that, once free of bruises, he had no doubt would be absolutely stunning.

  “Abby, do you want to continue?”

  “I suppose you want to know all the details.” She didn’t wait for him to respond; she just kept talking. “The boat was moving. I don’t know for how long, as I was so tired I must have fallen asleep. I remember him shaking me awake, telling me to come up on deck. I followed him up in the darkness, seeing only a handful of stars in the sky. For some reason, at the time, I thought it must have been cloudy. Then I remember looking around for the other man, but he wasn’t there. I was alone with Seyed, and even after everything I’d been through, there was something about being alone with him on a boat in the middle of nowhere that absolutely terrified me. Even in the darkness, I sensed this look in his eyes that sent an icy chill up my spine, as if someone was dumping icy water on me. It was horrible.”

  “So how did you get away?”

  “I didn’t plan it. It just sort of happened. I remember I couldn’t breathe, and I did it without thinking. I removed the veil and abaya. It was so windy that my hair was all of sudden free and whipping around my face. I had to hold my hair back, but it was the most amazing feeling. I don’t even remember looking at him. I just remember him yelling, and I was so scared because he was furious and shouting in Arabic. I didn’t understand him, but I knew he was angry because I had taken off the veil. I didn’t have time to put it back on. He grabbed me by the hair and struck me, knocking me down. I hit the deck so hard it knocked the wind out of me.

  “He kept hitting me.” Abby rested her hand over her bruised cheek. “He grabbed me by the front of my dress and lifted me and hit me again and again. He punched me so hard in my ribs that he knocked the breath out of me. I don’t remember how I did it, but somehow I hit him with this long metal tubing I picked up off the deck, and I was standing over him.…” Her eyes took on a faraway look, and she gasped for her next breath. The color faded from her cheeks. “He didn’t move; he just lay there. There was some blood on the side of his head. Funny, for that time, it felt as if I was watching the whole thing happen to someone else. I don’t even remember hitting him. When I looked down at him, I felt nothing. Does that make me a monster?”

  He was stunned by her question. “Abby, when someone is trying to hurt you, you fight back with everything you’ve got. You don’t ever let someone beat you.”

  “What if I killed him? Am I now a murderer?”

  He watched her. It was as though she was trying to figure out how come to terms with something horrible and not understanding how to do it. “It makes you human, and you had every right. That’s not murder, Abby; that’s doing what you need to do to protect yourself.”

  She nodded again, her eyes meeting his. “I don’t know how long I stood there, but when the pipe slipped out of my hand, it was the sound of it hitting the deck that knocked me out of my stupor. That was when I saw a dinghy tied to the back of the boat. I climbed into it, untied it, and drifted from the sailboat, praying it would move faster before he woke up, if he woke up. And then I prayed that I killed him. Isn’t that horrible? Will I burn in hell for that?”

  He couldn’t let her keep thinking this way. Maybe that was why he reached out and cupped her chin with his large hand. “Look at me, Abby.” He knew he sounded angry, but he couldn’t help it, and he watched as she cautiously drew her eyes up to him. “He’s the one who will burn in hell. You deserve a medal. You did what you had to, and I want you to remember something: When someone tries to hurt you, you fight back with everything you’ve got. I’m proud of you for having the guts to defend yourself. You have no idea the number of women who don’t fight back when a man knocks them around, and they aren’t living the horrors that you were.”

  “So what happens now? What happens to me?”

  He let go of her face. “Nothing for the next few days. You’ll stay right here, under my protection. You said your home was in Seattle, and you have no family.”

  “I sold everything to travel Europe after my grandmother died. I put everything I didn’t want to get rid of in storage. I wanted to figure out what to do next with my life.”

  “Okay, just one more thing, Abby. Why did he take you on the boat? What was he doing? Where were you going?”

  “He owned me. He ordered me around. He didn’t tell me what was happening. I don’t know where we were going or what he was doing.”

  There was one thing Eric knew. This Seyed hadn’t just been out for a midnight cruise. He was up to something, and, depending on who he was, Intel and the CIA would know all about him. This could give them an idea of whether there was some hidden danger or possible threat against one of the ships in the area. But why take Abby? What was her role to be? Eric wondered for a moment if there was more she wasn’t saying, and he started to ask, but something held him back. “Abby, after you got away, do you remember how long you were out there on the dinghy?”

  Abby frowned. Lines crinkled between her brows as she struggled to remember, shadows flashing across her eyes. “I think I saw the sun come up twice.” Shaking her head in confusion, she added, “But I don’t remember when you found me.”

  He decided to go ahead with the question that burned in his throat. “Do you remember seeing any
other boats out there, anything at all?”

  “Not when I was on the boat. It was dark. On the dinghy, nothing. I just knew if he found me, he’d kill me.” She said this as if it would be expected. She yawned and quickly stifled it. “I’m so sorry.”

  He did his best hold on to his irritation, but he couldn’t control the twitch in his cheek, and the last thing he wanted to do was set her on edge any more than she already was. Besides, he now realized he needed to do some checking into his own homework and then come back and talk again. “Abby, you’re tired. I’ll come back later. I’ll send the doc back in, but get some rest.”

  “Sir, would you mind terribly if I used the bathroom?”

  It was the first time ever that his mind blanked out, and he was at an absolute loss for words. He wondered for a moment if she’d been lying there in agony, needing to use the bathroom but stoically waiting for him to finish. He really didn’t know what it was going to take to get her to relax, to speak up. Instead of saying anything, he leaned down and scooped her up in his arms, carrying her to the bathroom across the room. She didn’t shriek when he opened the door with one hand, and her face was bright red when he deposited her beside the toilet. “Do you need any help?”

  She wouldn’t look at him. She opened her mouth to speak and closed it just as quickly, shaking her head instead.

  He turned in the doorway, and he was disturbed by how she was visibly trembling. “Call me when you’re done. I’ll carry you back to bed.” He stood outside the bathroom door and listened to the toilet flushing and the water running. He heard her stifle a cry. “Abby, are you all right?” He pounded on the door.

  “Yes, I’m fine.” The reply was strained.

  “Can I come in? Are you done?”

  “Yes, of course you can come in.”

  When he opened the door, the first thing he saw was her leaning against the sink, pale and shaking. “What’s wrong?” He reached her side in two quick strides.

  “I forgot about my ankle and put too much weight on it. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make any noise.”