Casting one last look around the room to see if he had forgotten anything, he is satisified to see that he had everything that they had brought in. Andy gathers the children to his sides and each child, frightened beyond belief at his sudden display of fear, hold tightly on to his shirt, grabbing it by the fistfuls. Andy carries all of their luggage that they had taken into the motel with them out into the cold night. The three of them run to the car and he rips open the doors to the back seat, shoving the luggage and the children inside. “Jack, I am locking the doors. I want the two of you to hide in the floor board, under all of the luggage. Do not open the doors or leave this car for any reason until your mother or I get back. Do both of you understand me?” "Yes." Jack tells h

  Andy slowly opens his, immediately aware of the throbbing pain in his head. Lifting a hand to the area that is the most painful, he feels dried blood around a small gash. When he looks at his fingers, there is a bit of fresh blood, as well. He will probably need a stitch or two to cloe the wound. But that is the very least of his worries. He looks around the room, seeing that he is still in the foyer, but he is unsure abut how much time might have passed. His first thought is of the kids and if they are okay. Then his thoughts turn to his wife, and if she is okay as well. Thoughts of what they might be doing to her is torturing him. The idea of anyone's hands on her body torments him. She must be so scared and repulsed by them. Andy uses his arms to drag himself up the wall until

  Lacey was not sure that she believed him or his offer of help, but what other choice did she have? She could stay in this place, like a sitting duck, waiting for Dave to come back and finish his sexual assualt that he started, or she could take her chance with yet another Matthews man, where she could possibly get away and find her family. “Do you know where my family is?” Lacey asks him, worried sick over her children and her husband. “Where are my babies?” “They are still in the car, hiding. I took a few more blankets out there and a thermos of hot chocolate but your son wouldn't unlock the doors. So, I set it outside of the car and told him to get it if he wanted to, that the two of you would be out soon.” “But y

* Extremely Graphic Content Warning *   Andy listened closely for the sound of Lacey's voice, but he had not heard anything since she had left minutes ago. Every now and then he would hear the sound of rustling leaves or sticks breaking, causing him to wonder if it was Lacey or the Matthews? “Wake up, Owen. Stay awake. Talk to me.” Jack whispers, shaking the boy laying beside of Andy. They are all huddled together for warmth, as far back into the hideout as they can get. Jack is sitting right beside Owen, with his knees in the wet snow as he holds a folded up blanket to Owen's chest, pressing down as hard as his thin, little arms will let him. The fifth blanket is spread over Owen, to keep him warm.

  Lacey dropped to her knees in the snow, knowing that she could not go on. She did not have the strength to carry on for even another inch. The wet snow came up to her hips, freezing her even more than she already was. She felt the muscles in her legs stiffening to a painful degree as the cold took it's toll on her battered body. She looks up to the skies and says a fervent prayer. Even if she has to die, she asks for God to spare her babies. Just because she is not strong enough to make it does not mean that her babies had to die. As she lowers her eyes away from the starless sky, she spots it just in front of her a little way. The fallen tree that hides the opening to the cavern in which her whole world lies tucked away. It is just about seventy to eighty feet ahead of her. She ha