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clasped her hands together. “Watch your mouth, Zeke. Please don’t curse in front of Ms. Spelling. Go upstairs and get your homework done,” Katherine stated in a curt, sophisticated tone.
                  Colton gave Katherine an icy stare. “Could you at least, for once in your life, have a little empathy for someone other than yourself? His girlfriend is in trouble. Only an irresponsible man wouldn’t go searching for his woman.” Colton fixated his gaze on Zeke, then retrieved his keys from his pants pocket. “I’m coming with you. Let’s go, Zeke.”
                  “But Colton, you haven’t eaten your dinner yet?” Katherine whined.
                  Unspoken irritation stultified Colton’s brown eyes. “You’re pathetic, Katherine. Don’t wait up for us. We’ll get back when we get back,” Colton barked as he crossed over the threshold, with Veronica and Zeke walking behind him. 
                  Sitting in the passenger’s side seat of his father’s black Cadillac Escalade, Zeke’s heart thudded at the base of his throat. Horrified, Zeke put his hands in a prayer symbol, brought it up to his nose, and closed his eyes. Straining not to cry, his nose burned. His heart ached. Please, God. Please help me find Taylor. Please keep her and the baby safe. I love her, and I promise if you bring her and the baby back to me, I’ll take care of them for as long as I live. In Jesus’ name I pray. Amen.              
     
     
     
     

Chapter Four
                  Walterboro, South Carolina 
                  B angbangbang. Bangbangbang.  “Get up! There’s work to be done around here!” Lying on her side, sleeping inside a cramped room, Taylor’s eyes fluttered open to find darkness surrounding her. Feeling the twin-size mattress metal springs pressing into her side, Taylor’s body ached all over. Blinking against the darkness, a mothball stench crept inside her nostrils. The door slowly cracked open with a resounding creak. “I know you’re not sleeping. Get up! Now!” Old lady Mildred’s tone echoed inside the tiny, cold room.
                  Trying to awake from a deep sleep, Taylor kept her back to the mean woman named Mildred who’d kidnapped her seven months ago. Clenching the thin, raggedy bedspread to her chin, Taylor reclosed her eyes and pretended as if she didn’t hear the criminal Mildred.
                  Nine months pregnant, Taylor was tired. Didn’t feel like getting up. Always having to do all of Mildred’s housework, she needed to rest for once. If Mildred wanted work to be done, she should ask her son, Kelvin.
                  When Mildred further opened the door to the chilly room, the light bulb in the ceiling’s hallway glowed down on Taylor as she remained lying on her side. Mildred sighed harshly. “Oh, so it’s like that today, huh?” The ruffling sounds of Mildred’s feet dragging against the floor assailed Taylor’s ears. She’s coming. She’s coming. Keeping her eyes closed, Taylor felt Mildred towering over her, breathing heavily. “Mmmph. Mmmph. Mmmph. You’re just as lazy as they come. Don’t get any lazier than you.” Mildred insulted her on a regular basis. Apparently, you haven’t looked in the mirror, dumb lady . “I saaiiddd…get up!” Mildred yanked the covers off Taylor. A cold chill engulfed her.
                  Standing beside the worn bed, Mildred fisted the back of Taylor’s long hair and yanked it. “Ouch!” Taylor’s eyes shot open. She slapped a hard palm to the back of her pained scalp.
                  “Bet you get your little ass up now,” Mildred spat.
                  Taylor rolled over to her back, scooted up in bed, and put her back against the brown, cracked headboard. Scalp burning, she tried her hardest to give Mildred a pitiful stare. Maybe if she treated her kidnapper