The Triumphant Escape

Chapter Eight:The Intruders

"What do you mean?" Lindsey asked and leaned closer.

"Back then, She would always package a bag with lot of things whenever we visit her." Martha said with a laugh as she remembered the past. "Guess she still haven't change."

Derek joined her in the laugh. Lindey Clears her throat,Derek and Martha stopped laughing and turn towards her.

"What is it sweatheart?" Martha asked sweetly.

"Emmm.... Can i have a word with the both of you?" Lindsey asked,playing with her leg.

Derek and Martha stared at themselves before turning towards her. "Sure."

"If you need me.. I am in the parlour." Karen said, She knows that whatever Lindsey wants to tell her parents must be important. She went to the Parlour and sat on the Chair with remote in her hand.

Lindsey fumbled, lost for words. Now that she has the opportunity to tell them, She can't seem to get the words out.

"What's is it dear?" Martha asked placing a comforting hand on her daughter's shoulder. "You know you can tell us anything?"

Derek nods his head, agreeing with his mouth.

Lindsey let out a deep breath. "Mum...Dad.." She was cut by the sounds of cars honking to alert them of their presence.

Lindsey stared at her parents who were looking towards the parlour." I will tell you later." She said and went to the parlour.

Derek and Martha gave a nod to signify that they will indeed talk about it later before rishing towards the parlour. Karen muted the television and got up looking through the windows. There were like six to seven Cars parked outside. The middle door opened and a man walked out, his shade on.

Derek who also looked through the window let out a sharp gasps, He then turned to Lindsey and Karen. "Go upstairs."

"Why?" Lindsey asked, looking at her Father then the window, She was unable to see who the man was.

"Listen to your Dad." Martha replied her voice shaking.

"Is everything alright?" Lindsey asked, She was not inderstanding the way her parents where behaving.

Derek exhaled sharply. "Everything is fine.. Just do as you are told and don't come down for any reason."

"Make sure you hide." Martha said hugging her husband tightly.

"But.."

"Go Now!" Derek yelled." I love you."

"I love you sweatheart." Martha said trying to hide her tears. "Now go." She said looking at her daughter one more time before facing the window.

Karen dragged Lindsey upstairs through her series of protest.

Back in the parlour , Mr and Mrs A****n were panicking when they saw the smile on the man's face as he stared up at them.

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The car came to a screeching halt in front of the cottage. Carlos got down from the driver seat and ran to open the door for Carmichael who got down from the Car, His shade on. With a smirk on his face,He look at the window.

"Show time." He thought , a sadistic smile on his face before going to the door,His men right behind him.

He tried opening the door but found out it was locked. He gave a short chuckle. "Typical." He said moving out of the way. Philip came forward ramming the door with a huge wood. After two more hit, The door fell down with a thud.

Carmichael walked over the door minding his steps.

Derek could not believe his eyes,He tighten his hold on his wife. He told his wife that the door would not hold them and he was right.

"Very stupid for not running." Carmichael said, His voice send chills to their body.

Derek took calming breath."And why should i run?" He asked his back straight.

"Till the same cocky bastard i see." Chuckle Carmichael.

"Till the same asshole i see." Derek stated.

Carmichael glared at him before laughing loudly. "Hello brother."

Philip and his men stared at themselves in confusion. The brother part was all new to them.

Derek let out a shudder when he heard the word 'brother'."Stepbrother you mean?." He asked with a smirk.

The smirk infuriated Carmichael, but he refuse to let it go. "Tie them to the chair." He ordered Philip. "Pleasantries is over." He continued a smirk to Derek.

"Yes boss." Philip gave a salute before tieing a struggling Derek to the chair.

"Let go of my wife you bastard." Derek yelled at the men. They manhandle his wife to another chair before putting them side by side. Their legs were also bound together to prevent them from escaping.

"Good." Carmichael said. He enjoys watching people feel hopeless. "Get me a chair."

Carlos brought one of the chair from the dinning table. "Here you go boss." He said placing the chair behind him.

Carmichael moved the chair closer to Derek and Martha, he relaxed in his chair watching them, his legs crossed.

Martha whimpers in her chair when she felt those eyes on her.

Carmichael grin inwardly, his plan to make them fear was working.

"What do you want?" Derek asked, his body shaking as he struggles to free himself.

"Your struggling is futile." Carmichael said and leaned closer to Derek his right hand on his jaw. "You know what i want."

Derek glared at him. "And like i told you times and times again, it is impossible." He exhaled and leaned back in his chair.

"Don't test me." Carmichael said his voice cold. "Not unless you want your wife to bleed."

Philip walked over to Martha , his hand on his sheath, he draws out his blade,went behind her and placed it on her neck. Martha shivers in fear,tears rolling out of her eyes.

Derek struggles in his seat,trying to free himself. " Let go of my wife." He yelled. "She has nothing to do with this. This is between us." He spat at Carmichael.

Carmichael clean his face then removed his shade from his breast pocket and leaned back cleaning it with his thumb, his legs crossed. "Then give me what i need."

Sweat pour down Derek head. "I can't."

Philip pressed the blade into Martha's neck prickling it.

"No...... please." Derek shouted, tears flowing from his eyes.

Carmichael raised his hands, Philip nodded and redraw his blade moving back.

"Thank you. Thank you." Derek Muttered continuously.

"Oh... Don't thank me yet. I am just getting started." Carmichael said with a smirk.

"And i have told you I can't get what you need." Derek Muttered tirelessly.

"Don't get tired, we haven't even started." Carmichael said and got up from his chair. His hands behind his back.