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you need me,” I inform her. There is no way I am going anywhere, anytime soon.
    “Please, Leighton, you need to find her. Call them; see if they have any news,” she asks me sweetly, her eyes pleading with me.
    “Ok, I’ll be one minute.” I kiss her head and leave her with the doctor as I escape into the corridor to call Tom.
    “Leighton,” he says breathlessly into the speaker. “How is she? Please tell me this call is good news.” He sounds panicky.
    “She’s alive, they operated, but she’s lost all movement in her right arm with little chance of regaining it. Any news on Mel?” that is the main reason I am calling him.
    “Found the guys house, the car has been stolen, the owner was knocked out cold when we arrived. He gave us a quick description of the guy who broke in, Nate is drawing it up now. His car is traceable so we have every camera within 30 miles keeping track of it.” I breathe deeply, this isn’t a good thing. We don’t know what fucked up arsehole has my daughter.
    “Okay, just keep at it. I’ll be home tonight so I’ll carry on then. Can you get Nate to bring the drawing down so Abbi can try and identify him? Thanks man.” I hang up the phone and slide it in my pocket.
    I brush my hands over my face and then into my hair.
    “News?” Abbi asks me as I re-enter. A blood pressure cuff squeezes tightly at her arm, she isn’t flinching whatsoever. It makes me sad that she can’t feel anything there.
    “They found the person who owns the car, he gave a description of the guy, and Nate’s bringing a drawing up to see if you recognise him,” I explain to her as I sit back on the edge of the bed.
    “No point Leigh, I know who has her,” she says matter-of-factly.
    “What, who?” I ask hurriedly. It isn’t exactly information that should be kept from me.
    “My father.” My heart stops beating completely at the mention of that animal’s name.



Abigail
     
    “What do you mean your father?” Leighton asks me. I feel fucking shit right now, my head pounds, my skin aches, my arm is numb and that pisses me off even more and now he is looking at me with an anger in his eyes I have only seen once, and it scares the ever living shit out of me.
    “My dad, he was at the house. He was the one who shot me. Told me I deserved it,” I tell him blatantly. I have no emotional feeling now. I have had my cry, expelled my upset and now I feel nothing. I don’t care what happens now. I have fought in hell to get back here, but now my brain has shut itself off along with my crumbled heart. I have taken enough hurt in my life that I just don’t think I am capable of taking anymore.
    “Abigail, he was in jail, are you sure it was him?” Leighton looks at me like I am crazy, and maybe I am, but I am a hundred percent certain it is him.
    “Ergh, yes Leighton, I am not blind. I couldn’t forget his face even after years of trying,” I say angrily. Jesus, like I can mistake that arsehole.
    “Sort the attitude out Abigail, your daughter is with that filthy bastard and your acting like you don’t fucking care. Where do you think he has her?” he asks me, getting into my face a little. I don’t know why, but it makes me laugh. I feel as though I am floating further and further away, flying above in the clouds. Jesus this is like some wicked high.
    I laugh hysterically, I think the drugs are messing with me, but I feel fucking brilliant, I don’t care what life brings me now.
    “You fucking bitch. Sort yourself out Abigail. I’m going home to find our daughter.” He storms from the room. I poke my tongue out like a petulant child at his disregard for me.
    “Fuck you too,” I shout, causing every member of the medical team to look at me.
    “Mrs Lock, are you ok?” the main doctor asks me as he comes over to check my observations.
    “Fucking fantastic Mr Doctor, how are you doing yourself? What’s the weather like out today? I hope it’s sunny, I couldn’t bear to be in the cold.