Bleeding 3
30 I was nearly hysterical. But the tender, doting father from earlier was gone. In his place stood a cold, unfeeling man, his expression like stone as he deliberately rocked the car. “I’ll give you ten seconds,” he said flatly. “And I’ll keep shaking it harder each time I count.” True to his word, he increased the force.& I stared at my daughter, her sobs breaking into hiccups, my nails digging deep into my palms. He showed us no mercy–none at all. My chest ached so violently I thought I might faint.” Seeing her tiny body tremble, her cries nearly turning into convulsions, my tears finally spilled over. “Rodney, I truly don’t know! I have no idea where Harper is! Please, just bring our daughter down–she can’t take this anymore!” My plea didn’t move him in the slightest. He simply kept counting, voice as cold as steel. “Eight.” Just earlier, at home, he had apologized for what happened on the roller coaster. And now–because of Harper–he had become the executioner, personally threatening us.” I broke into a scream. “Rodney! Go check! Look at the surveillance footage! I didn’t kidnap Harper! Please, let Farrah go! She’s your child too! She’s about to collapse! I’m begging you–please!“} I even dropped to my knees in desperation. But he didn’t so much as glance at me. The cold, relentless countdown continued. I couldn’t take it anymore. I scrambled toward the roller coaster, trying to climb up.” He watched me with icy detachment.” Just as the countdown neared its end, my fingers brushed the edge of Farrah’s car. My heart leapt–I reached out without a thought for my own safety, desperate to pull her free. But in the next instant, Rodney yanked me back onto the helicopter, and, with a sharp crack, he slapped me hard across the face. “Are you insane? Climbing that high–what if you fell?” For a brief moment, his eyes betrayed a flicker of worry.”…