Free Deadly Obsession by Mary Duncan Page A

beating. Carol wanted him to hurt; to feel her pain and wouldn’t be satisfied until he did.
    By now, things were no more than a blur for Dexter, he was losing consciousness. He felt something warm running down his face, he knew what it was without seeing it. He’d taken it too far this time, she was going to kill him and he’d never see Carmen again or have the opportunity to meet his son: his life was over. Suddenly everything was dark; Dexter had lost all consciousness.
    The ringing sound of Carol’s cell
    phone, snapped her out of the uncontrollable fit of rage. Had she stopped too late for Dexter, he was a bloody mess. Was he breathing, did he have a pulse? Did I kill him, she thought.
    “It’s me Nick; I just wanted to let you know that Carmen and the baby are going home today. Her parents are tied up with business so they sent me to get them. How’s everything at the cabin?”
    “Not so good, I think I’ve killed him, he isn’t moving and he’s bloody all over. What should I do?”
    “Check for his pulse and make sure he’s breathing.”
    Carol searched frantically for a pulse, it was faint but present. She put her face next to his, he was breathing. She let out a sigh of relief.
    “He’s alive.” She told Nick.
    “I was calling to let you know that you are the number one suspect in his case. Carmen raised their awareness to the last contact he made with her. They don’t have a definite location but they know you’re at a cabin. Cops are swarming everywhere and your picture is plastered all over the front page of the paper. You’re sure to be noticed if you go out so be careful.” Nick warned.
    “Keep me informed, you know where to find me if you need me.”
    Carmen had just arrived home from the hospital; it felt good to be in her own room. She laid Zachary down for a nap and in the absolute stillness; her mind automatically went back to Dexter. Where was Carol hiding him and would she ever free him or would her jealous obsessed mind cause her to kill him?
    “That’s the last of it, everything’s unloaded. Do you need help putting it away?” Nick offered.
    “No thanks, I can do it but thanks for the kind offer.”
    While Zachary was still sleeping, Carmen decided to unpack as many of her things as she could but first she needed to make a phone call.
    “Officer Smith please, this is Carmen Haines.”
    “This is Smith.”
    “It’s Carmen; I was calling for an update on Dexter’s case.”
    “Nothing new Carmen but I assure you
    that it’s only a matter of time before we find him.”
    “Where can he be, I’m so frightened for him? I’m afraid she’ll kill him if we don’t find him soon. My son needs his father.”
    “We’re doing everything in our power to bring him back to you Carmen and we will bring him back. I’ll keep you updated.”
    Their conversation only heightened Carmen’s level of fear. With each passing moment, Dexter’s existence was slipping further away.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Nine
    Several days had passed since Carol’s attack on Dexter and yet he still hadn’t regained consciousness. He appeared to be in a comatose state. He was virtually unrecognizable; bruises and swelling to his face. Carol had really done a number on him. Though alive for the moment, Dexter’s recovery wasn’t a definite guarantee. Carol could quite possibly end up facing murder charges after all. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.
    “Come in; I was just about to get myself a soda would you like something?” She offered.
    “What you got?” Nick asked.
    “Coke and sweet tea, take your pick.”
    “A coke would be great, please.”
    Carol went to retrieve the drinks, Nick enquired about Dexter.
    “He’s in the bedroom.” She told him.
    Nick was in disbelief concerning Dexter’s appearance; he was an absolute bloody mess. His eyes were swollen shut, deep gashes in his face, his left leg was badly distorted and his knee cap was repositioned on the side of his