She screamed at the top of her lungs NOOOOOOOOOO!
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She strolled over to her sweet baby, to pick him up. Patty felt a bit silly waking Blue up with such a screaming dream. As she bent down, her hand touched the bed. 'Where is his blanket? Her hands searched and became stiff. She tore through the bed looking. The primitive sounds she was making caught Blues attention. He quickly came to her to see what was wrong. The horror of what he saw was the worst evil he had ever seen.
Bluesage tried to pull her from the crib. As he pulled her back, she fell from his arms and to the floor. She stopped breathing, passing out. Her mind was blank and not a signal fired within her skull. She was in shock. Her baby was not in his crib. She had dreamt someone had taken him. Someone had his or her hand over his mouth so she could not hear her little boy. All this was a dream, and yet her baby was not in his bed. She fell as deep as she could to escape. It was a nightmare she could not look at. She did not want to see anything anymore.
He knelt down by her, checking her pulse. She was alive, just so far under it all, he could help her. She could help him. Blue had to work hard to pull her out of the darkness; she was far this time. He picked her up and had her stand. It would help her come back, yet she was stiff, and seemed to pull away from him. She almost seemed afraid of him. Her eyes were black; he knew she was breaking inside. Blue knew her danger was intense; he had to make a decision.
After blessing her and talking quietly, he pulled her far enough up to get her close to conscious. ‘Patty, you have to look at me darling. I need to see YOU in your eyes so I can help. Please let me help you.' The words were strong, yet inside he was shaking. He was so torn inside with the loss of his son. It was not his nature to focus on himself when others were in desperate need. He knew his priority was to get her centered before she lost her way back. Looking at her, she was silent, an empty shell of a woman he loved more than life itself. He would help her find her way back.
One step closer, taking her into his arms, she looked up at him with empty eyes. Her breath was shallow, the color of her skin, pure white. Gently he began to call out to her. Slowly her focus trickled towards the sound. Her breathing sped up, and tears welled in her eyes.
‘Is this my father trying to drive me insane Blue? Why would he do this to me? What has he done? Where is our daughter?'
Her eyes flared as she screamed BECKY. Both of the parents turned and ran up the stairs to see if the horror could be any worse.
Blue and Patty stood holding each other, looking down at their sweet angel sleeping. Her red locks covered her pillow. The choice to hold her within their hearts at this time helped them soothe what was the worse injury they could imagine.
Before Patty could fall again, Steven took her by the hand and let her downstairs. They had to think about what to do next.
Betty heard the scream and began to run. She stopped and realized she had not picked up the baby in the basket. Betty grabbed the basket. She ran as fast as she could from the noise. The scream from the house was more horrible than she could ever imagine. It was like a wild animal. It scared Betty. What has she started? She clutched the basket tight to her bosom.
She had to step around many puddles. The rain had stopped, yet the air was heavy with moisture. Betty was sweating as she tried to walk fast towards her home. She looked at her watch, panicked and began to run again. The baby lost his bottle and began to cry. Her panic fell upon him too and he began to scream a terrible cry.
The little baby needed his mama. This lady wasn't being nice to him. He wanted to hear his mama singing to him. Where is my daddy? Why can't I go home? Becca, come get me. Babies can't speak, yet their cries say much if you listen intently.
Any neighbor hearing that cry, would have their hearts break for that child. Something horrible was happening. Betty was not aware of the fact that his level of anxiety woke several as she passed their homes. 911 was dialed over and over. Something horrible was happening; no one knew what it was. They all had the same information, a baby was crying so severe they knew something was wrong!
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